<?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-12198590</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:05:12.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>redesigned</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erin</name><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198590.post-5415007877249547538</id><published>2010-04-15T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:28:14.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is going to be discontinued.  Please go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://allofmypieces.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5415007877249547538?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5415007877249547538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5415007877249547538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5415007877249547538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5415007877249547538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-is-going-to-be-discontinued.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3948600111265909368</id><published>2010-03-22T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:35:04.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mommy stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We recently converted Eli's crib to a toddler bed.  It's SO cliche to say, but it is really true - it goes so quickly!  It feels like I fell asleep and woke up two years later.  But every new phase has its perks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a week now since we converted the bed, and it also marks a week of Eli NOT napping.  This is not one of the perks.  But he gets really excited about bed time now, and lays right down, gets cozy, and drifts off.  This is a perk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, for the first time, I went into his room and he was on the floor.  He'd slipped out apparently at some point.  I just picked him up and put him back in and he fell right back asleep.  Then, at about 2:45 am, I was woken up by Eli standing at my bedside.  He said, "Mom?", and I about peed myself.  Scared the crap out of me.  But he wanted in our bed, so I picked him up and laid him between Jim and I and he snuggled up and fell right to sleep.  I have to admit, I kind of loved it.  It took me awhile to fall back to sleep because Eli was moving around a lot, but once I did, we both slept comfortably until this morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jim told me before he left for work, that he was woken up a couple times by Eli kicking.  I figure that's fair since Eli kept me up kicking for most of my last trimester.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Payback is sweet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3948600111265909368?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3948600111265909368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3948600111265909368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3948600111265909368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3948600111265909368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-stuff-we-recently-converted-elis.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3373494361097520725</id><published>2010-03-15T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:48:28.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have thirteen people coming to visit over the next four weeks.  So naturally, I'm on the computer and not cleaning.  Because that makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all have our vices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3373494361097520725?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3373494361097520725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3373494361097520725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3373494361097520725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3373494361097520725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/03/craziness.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6505221195022846854</id><published>2010-02-24T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:39:41.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of the snow "storm" (ha) that came through here a couple weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0018-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful snow, with big fluffy flakes, but it didn't stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-6505221195022846854?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6505221195022846854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6505221195022846854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6505221195022846854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6505221195022846854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-here-are-few-pics-of-snow-storm-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5619483495326754174</id><published>2010-02-21T15:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:11:46.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hmm...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Hey babe...where is the cereal I picked out at the store yesterday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim: "It's not in there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Nooo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim: (looks in the pantry) "Which cereal was it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Special K Fruit and Yogurt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim: "Oooooh, I remember what happened.  We were waiting for you in an aisle and Eli grabbed it out of the cart and put it on a shelf."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Why didn't you put it back?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim: "I'm not sure...I think I was distracted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Ok, so you saw him take it out of the cart and put it on a shelf, knowing I wanted it, and you just...walked away?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim: "Basically."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "...  ...interesting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5619483495326754174?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5619483495326754174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5619483495326754174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5619483495326754174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5619483495326754174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3534826405047976387</id><published>2010-02-18T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:49:22.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My little man(iac)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli has officially hit the "terrible twos" phase, and, not coincidentally, I have officially hit the "I want to shoot myself in the head" phase.  Everyday is now a battle of the wills, and I'm sad to say I don't always win.  I want him to eat, he doesn't want to.  I want him to nap, he doesn't want to.  I want to sit and relax, he wants me to play.  I want to play, he wants to play alone.  This morning he refused to eat the breakfast I had for him, but then seemed open to the idea of cereal.  So I put some on his table along with the box (he likes to point out and say the letters he's learning), and he proceeded to open it when I wasn't looking and pour the entire (yes, &lt;i&gt;entire&lt;/i&gt;) box onto the floor.  It is days like today that drive me right to the real soda.  Sugar is my nicotine.  And I think Chick-fil-a is my booze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I write this, my hair is greasy and I need a shower.  However, I did brush my teeth and put on deodorant, so I label this day a success :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3534826405047976387?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3534826405047976387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3534826405047976387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3534826405047976387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3534826405047976387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-maniac-eli-has-officially-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1084472608926342926</id><published>2010-02-12T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:33:51.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OK, I'll stay...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh start, fresh layout.  And I've enabled blogger commenting instead of using a separate site for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have been feeling the need to simplify my life a bit lately.  I started by going onto my facebook earlier and deleting a ton of apps, most of which I don't use anymore.  Along with a couple I did.  Let's just put it this way - the fish are gone and the farm will be soon as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also downgraded from an iPhone to "just a cell phone".  I am not anti-technology at all.  I love technology (cue the wedding song from Napoleon Dynamite).  I just want to slow down a bit and enjoy life more, and being so "wired" was definitely going against that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people who always &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to be on the computer or on their phone. Constantly.  Like an addiction.  And that's fine...for them.  Not for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm weird, but I love listening to records.  Yes, records.  As in LPs.  And I'm currently fixing up an antique radio.  And loving every second of it.  I can't wait to be able to listen to it!  I also love writing real letters to people.  On paper.  And sending cards.  I think it's really a lost art of keeping in touch with friends.  Maybe it's just because I really love putting thought and effort into things.  Getting email is commonplace.  Getting an actual letter or card is exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1084472608926342926?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1084472608926342926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1084472608926342926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1084472608926342926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1084472608926342926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-ill-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4546340629954807883</id><published>2010-02-10T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:34:03.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Last post...maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm considering deleting my blog.  There are a lot of reasons, but the main one is time.  I just don't have time to update this blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; Eli's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; write notes on Facebook for everyone who doesn't visit this page.  I would continue with Eli's blog and my Facebook page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;This post will be a bit of a test to see if anyone even checks this anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4546340629954807883?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4546340629954807883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4546340629954807883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4546340629954807883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4546340629954807883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7863429002065342998</id><published>2010-01-04T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:52:12.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh, what a difference a month (or two) makes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;We've been living here for a year come March.  It's cliche to say, but it really is hard to believe it's been that long already.  It was VERY rough in the beginning.  I dealt with a lot of anxiety and restlessness and even a little depression.  The two decisions that really booted me out of it were 1. joining the mom &amp;amp; toddler group, and 2. adopting out our puppies...a decision that still hurts to this day.  But because of those two decisions, I've made friends...a challenge in and of itself for an introvert, and our house is...clean.  Our carpet is clean and piss-free, and we just bought our first new couch ever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;The changes in the past few months have really freed us up in so many ways; we can travel more easily, the house is easier to keep clean, we can have people over - as a matter of fact, I'm hosting my first play date for my group one week from today!!  I'm so excited to have people over and it be an enjoyable experience and not a stressful one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;As for the dogs, we still have Sammi (and are probably keeping her), but she's really well behaved and other than shedding, very clean.  We've tried finding her a new home, but it just seems like all the doors are closing in that area.  Maybe we're meant to keep her.  We can take one dog when traveling pretty easily, and already have once.  We've gotten rave reviews from the new parents of our other pups, Bo and Shiloh.  It's great to hear they're doing well and are really happy, but I still try not to think about it too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;All in all, life is very different from a year ago this time, but still very good.  God is very good.  And so faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;We have one more great piece of news, but I'm going to reveal that next week on my facebook.  And NO, Mama Martz, I'm NOT pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7863429002065342998?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7863429002065342998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7863429002065342998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7863429002065342998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7863429002065342998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-what-difference-month-or-two-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3688076007878200503</id><published>2009-12-14T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:45:18.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;New bedding :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0001-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old, outdated, guest bed set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0002-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New, beautiful, modern guest bed set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who's coming to visit me?&lt;/span&gt;&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/12198590-3688076007878200503?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3688076007878200503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3688076007878200503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3688076007878200503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3688076007878200503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-bedding-old-outdated-guest-bed-set.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1304198364360211957</id><published>2009-11-06T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:46:33.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;NOLA-isms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;When meeting someone at a certain time: "Let's be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; noon." For, not at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;When trying to determine where someone is: "Where yat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;And don't even get me started on the use of "y'all"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12198590-1304198364360211957?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1304198364360211957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1304198364360211957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1304198364360211957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1304198364360211957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/11/nola-isms-when-meeting-someone-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5830225527372159255</id><published>2009-09-21T23:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:33:17.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Living is bad for my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went to the dermatologist for the first time recently.  I was there to get a little skin tag removed, but while I was there, I thought I might as well ask about my complexion.  As most of you know, I am Irish, and have always attributed the redness in my face to that heritage.  The thing is, it's been getting worse.  So after about 27 seconds of being way too close to my face, the dermatologist informed me that I have Rosacea.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh goody.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are three main treatment methods.  The first is to avoid things that cause it to "flare up".  He said that the three main things that cause flare-ups are heat, stress, and caffeine.  Well, that just won't do.  I drink caffeine to deal with the stress of the heat.  He gave me a sheet with lists of "don'ts" as I was leaving.  Among the list of things to avoid are extreme heat, humidity, cold, stress, exercise, alcoholic beverages, caffeinated beverages, hot beverages, and about every food I eat on a daily basis.  So basically life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is hurting my face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On to option two: creams.  I have only tried one so far, and it turned my face a lovely shade of lobster.  No thank you.  There are several to try.  I am apparently in guinea-pig mode until I find something that works, because the third option is taking a pill, and the possible side-effects would NEVER be worth it to me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eh...no biggie.  This is why God created make-up.  Besides, it's not my fault...I'm Irish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5830225527372159255?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5830225527372159255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5830225527372159255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5830225527372159255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5830225527372159255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-is-bad-for-my-face-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6962034486653125788</id><published>2009-08-25T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:32:23.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Funny Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The credit goes to Trevor on finding these a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXStPqhLmIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXStPqhLmIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.just-whatever.com/2009/02/18/musical-statistics/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;This page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; charts pop song lyrics.  Just go there and you'll see what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/12198590-6962034486653125788?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6962034486653125788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6962034486653125788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6962034486653125788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6962034486653125788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-links-credit-goes-to-trevor-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-242888335456410447</id><published>2009-08-13T14:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:46:47.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;OK, so it's been a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Since both my mom and mama-Martz are now on Facebook, I kind of slacked in the whole blogging area for a while.  Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;A shy introvert's nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Being new to this area has really "brought out" the introvert in me...so to speak.  I've had to and continue to force myself to be social, which I keep telling myself will be rewarded by karma somehow, perhaps by my attaining a bikini body with very little excersize...you know, something realistic. This morning was almost comical, it went so against the grain of my personality.  Today was the grand opening for Once Upon a Child here.  I'd been to the store in Indiana and really liked the quality vs price, so I decided to attend.  The store opened at 9:30.  I went to Chick-fil-a first, to get my free breakfast and a sweet-tea.  It was $1.79.  I'm a big spender.  I gave him a ten and exact change.  By the time I got to the store, I realized he hadn't given me my $9 back.  Crap. I realized this right as I pulled up to the store and observed a huge crowd of moms and kids.  My inner introvert immediately started screaming at me to leave.  Fortunately, my inner bargain-hunter overpowered that prude and I got out of the truck.  I knew exactly what I wanted anyway, having already been in when they were open to buy only.  I managed to squeeze my way in and get to the counter area (where the DVDs are) within a few seconds, only bumping into about seven people.  I found three of the four DVDs I wanted right away, but they had so much overstock that one of them had been put in back, so one of the employees had to go fish it out for me.  I hate inconveniencing people.  But we were talking four to six bucks for brand-new stuff. Sorry, lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Once I had the stuff I came for, I paid for it and got out of there, vowing to come back when it wasn't so crowded...like maybe in a month.  I then headed back to Chick-fil-a to get my $9 back. To be quite honest, the conflict wasn't worth it to me, but I had promised Jim change and thought he'd be upset if I spent $10.79 on a cup of sweet tea.  As I approached, I was grateful that there was no one in line behind me.  After speaking to the man on the headset and identifying who'd served me, he told me they'd have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;count down his whole drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;. Oh geez.  I got to the window and was immediately apologetic for the inconvenience.  They took my money and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; was apologizing.  That makes sense.  Eventually, they came back and I received my refund, and I high-tailed it out of there.  On the way home, I decided to call Jim so he could tell me how good it was that I made that effort.  I recalled the entire tale, and he responded, "Wow.  You went all the way back there for that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, piss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-242888335456410447?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/242888335456410447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=242888335456410447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/242888335456410447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/242888335456410447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-so-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8519658593761056449</id><published>2009-06-28T23:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:35:15.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Links :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am becoming slightly obsessed with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacksandstacks.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Stacks and Stacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.containerstore.com/index.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;The Container Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;.  And when our house in Lafayette sells, there are a few hundred items I would love to buy to use in the house we either find or build down here.  I'll probably have to settle for two or three...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;And speaking of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;We're probably going to be renting down here for a while.  And that's OK.  After our house up north sells, we've made it our goal to pay off a credit card and our only two loans before buying another house.  Not to mention that we'll have to have 3% saved up to put down on it.  We'd really prefer to build, and we've found the perfect house plan.  It's just a 3 bedroom ranch, but its very spacious and has a gameroom!!  It may sound silly, but that's something we've both always wanted. We're so excited!!!  God willing, we'll be able to build within the next couple years :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8519658593761056449?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8519658593761056449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8519658593761056449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8519658593761056449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8519658593761056449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/06/links-i-am-becoming-slightly-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-714768926213801383</id><published>2009-06-26T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:43:04.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" bg="" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg=""  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=1280"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Which Michael Jackson song are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Man in the Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;"I'm Gonna Make A Change, for once in my life.   It`s gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference, gonna make it right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=1280"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" border="0" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz1280outcome3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=1280"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Rest in peace, MJ.  I will forever believe that you were an incredibly talented, innocent, and misunderstood loving soul.  I hope you are up there entertaining God right now like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;no one else can.  I'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVJscGa5vbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVJscGa5vbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;You can be a child forever now, Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-714768926213801383?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/714768926213801383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=714768926213801383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/714768926213801383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/714768926213801383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/06/which-michael-jackson-song-are-you-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1257776413716179723</id><published>2009-06-05T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:27:00.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cable, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So we've been struggling with getting good tv reception with our antenna since we've moved here.  Granted, we get a lot more channels than we did in Indiana, but it's still a pain.  We basically have to adjust the antenna a certain way depending on which channel (of the dozen or so) we actually want to watch.  And sometimes we have to fiddle with it more than once in one sitting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well, last night, while watching tv, we actually were paying attention at one point during the commercials and noticed our internet provider advertising basic cable (21 channels) for 9.95/month.  I read a few days ago that our provider just declared bankruptcy, so all of their packages have gotten cheaper.  I called today to see if there were any catches, since we already subscribe to their internet service.  And according to the chick I talked to, there aren't!  It would just be that ten bucks a month added to our internet bill.  And she says it won't affect our internet speed.  There's a hook-up fee, but it's small and we don't even have to pay it when the guy comes tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;One funny part of the whole deal is that if we added a phone line, they'd drop $5 a month off the price.  I certainly can't explain that.  But I said no thanks.  I'm not against saving money, but we both already have cell phones, which are all we need.  It would be silly to have a phone hooked up for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So we're getting every channel we wanted - CBS, ABC, NBC, FOX, WGN, and 16 other channels as well.  And the best part?  He's coming to hook it up tomorrow morning and there's a Cubs game on tomorrow night!  WOO HOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1257776413716179723?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1257776413716179723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1257776413716179723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1257776413716179723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1257776413716179723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/06/cable-baby-so-weve-been-struggling-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7058767782086957658</id><published>2009-05-29T10:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:04:39.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The fate of my new bird feeders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0010-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I thought I was being clever by getting a shepherd's hook for the feeders.  There are two squirrels in the picture.  As I type this, the total is up to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;From storage room to guest room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0005-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0002-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a little tight, but very do-able.  Just ask my parents; they stayed in it this past week.  And Jim's parents are coming down for Labor Day weekend, so we needed a guest room again.  It was actually fun for me.  I love organizing and getting rid of crud we don't need, and we had to do both to redo this room.  We left the bookcases up against the wall and used the space on the shelves to store empty boxes and such that we needed to keep. A couple of spring curtain rods and deep red panel-style drapes later, we have a nice backdrop for the room.  And not only are the bed and futon usable, but Jim has full access to his musical equipment which he hooked up as we arranged things.  Everybody wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7058767782086957658?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7058767782086957658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7058767782086957658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7058767782086957658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7058767782086957658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/05/fate-of-my-new-bird-feeders-and-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2744894167741673566</id><published>2009-05-14T20:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:57:10.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hey mom-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Aimee has a new website.  I've changed my link so that it should take you right there.  You should check it out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2744894167741673566?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2744894167741673566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2744894167741673566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2744894167741673566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2744894167741673566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-mom-aimee-has-new-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4002841713327469814</id><published>2009-05-13T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:54:08.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I took a drive to Chick-Fil-A on my way to bible study this morning, and noticed that the convicts were out cleaning up garbage off the sides of the road.  I have to say, their outfits here are almost comical.  I'm not making fun, it's just that they are huge black and white horizontally striped jumpsuits.  I've never seen prison outfits that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; have black and white stripes. Usually, they're orange or something.  It was almost like a cartoon.  Although it wasn't quite as funny when I was stopped at a light and one of them was just standing there staring at me, about 20 feet away.  There was a bit of nervous laughter at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Bugs bug me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Aaaaand the termites swarmed again last night.  Right after I'd vacuumed the whole house.  I'm sure they did it just to spite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4002841713327469814?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4002841713327469814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4002841713327469814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4002841713327469814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4002841713327469814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6414548221440661576</id><published>2009-04-30T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:42:37.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Just so you know, Aimee, this post is for you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;To defend myself briefly, I've been researching a few links online and bookmarking them in preparation for blogging.  I just haven't gotten around to it until now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Frickin bugs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have decided that my only complaint about living in the south, so far, is the bugs.  They are much more abundant and significantly larger down here.  Let me list my grievances:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_ant"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fire ants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;: I woke up this morning with a toe that was burning and itching.  As of this afternoon, we've moved into the blistery, leaky, itching, burning phase.  That's all from one ant bite.  Imagine if I'd stepped onto the ant hill, (which is right under our table and chairs out back, by the way).  Actually, I read about the little turds earlier, and it turns out that they are in the same family of insects as the WASP.  wtf?  They anchor themselves onto a person or animal and then sting 7-8 times.  That's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!  No wonder fire-ant-killer is a common staple in stores here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Spiders: I kill (on average) 1-2 spiders in the house per week.  Big ones.  We're not talking little guys.  Although, as of yet, I've not encountered any so-big-you-pee-a-little sized arachnids.  I still shudder when I think of that one you encountered, Danielle.  UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Moths: And speaking of you, Danielle, I seem to remember you having a fear of moths and such?  I wonder how large they get in Australia, because down here in the bayou, they are crazy big.  A few weeks back, Jim and I heard something hitting the window that we thought was rain, and it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butterfliesandmoths.org/species?l=3290&amp;amp;chosen_state=22*Louisiana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  He's just part of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ca.uky.edu/entomology/entfacts/ef008.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whole strain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; of giant moths that hang out down here.  He was the size of a small bat.  No. Freaking. Kidding.  Appropriately, we dubbed him &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mothra"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mothra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragonfly"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dragonflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;: These guys really don't bother me much, surprisingly.  They're pretty harmless, and if they come at me, I just swipe them away.  They don't sting or bite, that I know of.  There's just a bunch of them around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_bugs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovebugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;: There are a ton of these everywhere.  I'm not sure why.  They look a little like fire-flies, but they fly around in pairs, literally attached to each other.  They are really dumb and slow and fly right into my face a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Wicki PAY de uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have become an avid user of Wikipedia as of late.  Since Jim is gone a lot for work and travel, and Eli cannot really have deep conversation yet, I find myself looking up anything and everything online.  Books, tv shows, characters from tv shows, actors, religions, movies, bugs, plants, symptoms to strange diseases... I'm basically stimulating my brain with miscellaneous stuff.  But you never know, it could come in handy.  I might go on Jeopardy someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-6414548221440661576?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6414548221440661576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6414548221440661576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6414548221440661576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6414548221440661576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-so-you-know-aimee-this-post-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4201141202057853004</id><published>2009-04-14T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:38:14.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Nola Auto Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I totally forgot, until today, that I took pics with my phone at the auto show a couple weeks ago.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Here is my dream car-the Saturn Sky Red Line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/IMG_0229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/IMG_0231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexy new Dodge Challenger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/IMG_0234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jim in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/IMG_0235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4201141202057853004?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4201141202057853004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4201141202057853004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4201141202057853004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4201141202057853004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/04/nola-auto-show-i-totally-forgot-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2231973015561834298</id><published>2009-04-11T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:52:14.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Bottle talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "OK, if you're making a six ounce bottle, you measure it in the bottle and then pour it into the glass and heat it for 27 seconds.  If you're heating eight ounces, it's 30 seconds, unless the bottle was in the refrigerator, and then you add one second for six ounces and two for eight to make up for the cooling effect the bottle will have on the warm milk when it's poured into it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt;: (looking at me mockingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "Sheldon would understand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2231973015561834298?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2231973015561834298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2231973015561834298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2231973015561834298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2231973015561834298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/04/bottle-talk-me-ok-if-youre-making-six.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5494728968044266521</id><published>2009-04-07T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:07:31.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a pretty good birthday today.  Jim is out of town on business, but right around noon, my doorbell rang and I was given these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0001-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note read, "Happy Birthday!!!  Sorry I couldn't be there with you today.  Love, Meme".  That was definitely the highlight of my day.  I also went on a little shopping spree at Old Navy this morning, courtesy of my mom and mama Martz.  I combined their gifts and got some great new tanks and tees.  I heart clearance!  Then I treated myself to some Chick-fil-a.  Yumminess.  As a final little treat, I cashed in my points on my credit card for a $200 Spa gift card.  It should arrive within a couple weeks.  Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5494728968044266521?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5494728968044266521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5494728968044266521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5494728968044266521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5494728968044266521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-30th-ive-had-pretty-good-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4238331898047235037</id><published>2009-03-28T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:20:35.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;HGTV Whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have been watching an incredible amount of HGTV while I've been on this trip with Jim.  I'm beginning to wonder how I have lived without it...it's like aesthetic heroin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Baby it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike through=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; windy outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim's project hasn't been going so well, due mainly to the screw-ups of the guys who did the wiring before he got here.  He's working really hard, long hours to get everything fixed, so I decided on a whim to walk to his worksite.  The walk was about 4 1/2 miles round trip.  Silly me thought that since I could walk a mile in about 15 minutes, that it would be easy and relatively quick.  Mmm hmm.  There were some hills involved.  And I was pushing a stroller.  When I finally got to what I thought was the site - the hospital - turns out I overshot where he was by about a half mile.  So I grabbed a bite to eat in the cafeteria and then headed back.  He was only able to get away for a few minutes, but it was worth it to surprise him.  The trip back was probably entertaining to anyone watching.  I was walking directly into the wind the entire time.  There was a storm front moving in, so these were some strong winds.  Needless to say, pushing a stroller up hills with 25 mph winds blowing directly at you is challenging, to say the least.  I felt like I was in one of those dreams - you know - the ones where you're trying to run away but can't.  It was just like that.  And to add to the comic aspect of it, I was getting smacked silly with leaves the entire time.  Eli really enjoyed the wind.  It was his first real experience being out in it for so long.  And we got back to the hotel just in time.  It's storming like crazy right now.  All in all, it's been a good day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4238331898047235037?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4238331898047235037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4238331898047235037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4238331898047235037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4238331898047235037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/hgtv-whore-i-have-been-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8833121991586756908</id><published>2009-03-26T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:40:55.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is Eli's First Birthday!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And oh, how he has changed!  It's been&lt;br /&gt;truly incredible to see all of the changes&lt;br /&gt;over the year and watch him learn SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is at two days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/899702736306_0_BG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what he looks like now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0011-1.jpg" /&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/12198590-8833121991586756908?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8833121991586756908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8833121991586756908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8833121991586756908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8833121991586756908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-elis-first-birthday-and-oh-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6593171608523014246</id><published>2009-03-25T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:18:41.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hotel Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's been an interesting trip...so far.  To recap from my FB page:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"So we roll in to the hotel around 1 am. Eli is exhausted and sick, so we get to the room, a two-room suite, and I put him right to bed. About 10 minutes later, Jim comes up saying we have to move rooms b/c they only allow pets in smoking rooms. So we uproot our sick, tired child and move him from a lovely two bedroom suite to a tiny carcinogen-filled stinky room. Their website says pets allowed. It says NOTHING about room restrictions. We never would have booked this place if we knew they were going to stick us in a tiny cancer room. I. Am. Pissed.  Did I mention this crap hole doesn't even have a fridge or microwave? They brought us a microwave to put...on our floor? They're bringing a fridge up in the morning. In the meantime, all of my perishables for Eli are downstairs in the employee fridge. UNacceptable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Here's a sunny update.  We moved to a different hotel this afternoon - The Residence Inn.  We are now paying LESS for a two-room suite WITH a kitchen that is non-smoking.  They not only allow pets, they have cute little signs to put on the door-knob saying "Four-legged guest inside".  This room has a door AND a sliding glass door to the outside.  And it's really nice.  And it smells good.  And it has central air.  And a cute little table by the kitchen area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Erin is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-6593171608523014246?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6593171608523014246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6593171608523014246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6593171608523014246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6593171608523014246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/hotel-hell-its-been-interesting-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7651675770874914488</id><published>2009-03-21T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:33:28.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;[New]Home stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial; "&gt;-Our front door knob is strangely close to the door frame.  I've shut the door on my fingers an embarrassing number of times, considering I know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-There were several stains on the living room carpet when we moved in.  Our landlord says he's had the carpet "professionally cleaned" twice.  I took some spot shot from Dollar General and got two of the stains out in a matter of minutes.  I'm going to attack a few more of them this weekend.  I wonder what he means by "professional".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Housing is more expensive here, but not as high as most suburbs of big cities, for example: Chicago, New York, ...San Francisco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I've been told that car insurance will cost a bit more here as well.  We haven't switched yet.  We have two months left on our insurance from Indiana, and they'll honor it until it expires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Jim's car was damaged while parked on the street the second day we were here.  It's dented and scratched above the right front tire.  Jim was...um...mad.  Our insurance considers it a hit-and-run, so we have a $500 deductible to fix it.  So, our vehicle gets hit and we get punished.  That's fair... ):-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-The city of New Orleans is shortened to Nola here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;rleans, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  Events in the city are commonly referred to with that nickname.  There's a website, nola.com, which has "everything New Orleans".  There's even a channel we get here called Nola 38.  People here would say that we live on Nola's Northshore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Family time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim and Elijah and I are going to the Nola Auto Show today!!  It's our first real time doing something fun here as a family.  I'll post pics, if our crappy little digital camera takes any decent ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7651675770874914488?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7651675770874914488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7651675770874914488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7651675770874914488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7651675770874914488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/newhome-stuff-our-front-door-knob-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7574240297861415730</id><published>2009-03-17T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:27:16.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Pictures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of Eli's room.  He's got the best&lt;br /&gt;room in the house, with a big bay window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0002-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0003-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0001-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our living room.  I've created a cozy little corner by the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0009-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the French doors leading to the back yard are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0014-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our really large backyard.  I thought the dogs would love it,&lt;br /&gt;but they really don't care.  That's OK.  We love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0002-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0003-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our little dining nook/office.  It will look better once we get curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0001-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for laughs, here's our storage room.  Its absolutely packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0005-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/12198590-7574240297861415730?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7574240297861415730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7574240297861415730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7574240297861415730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7574240297861415730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-here-are-few-of-elis-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2492163912586629104</id><published>2009-03-16T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:05:53.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Transition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So Jim left this past Thursday morning (the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; we finished unpacking) for a follow-up trip to a Gainsville, Florida worksite.  He'll be lucky if he gets to head home this coming Thursday.  Turns out he's mostly sitting around waiting for the machinery to be completely set up and running before he can do his job and tune the engine.  They just want him there...because...I really don't know.  Just...for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I got nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I usually get one phone call a day from Jim when he's traveling, in the evening.  My conversation during the day usually consists of baby's first words and Dr. Suess, so by the time he calls, I'm desperate to have adult conversation.  It's like opening a flood gate.  Poor Jim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Also, right before he left, he noticed that the truck was running a little hot.  He thinks it just needs a new thermostat, but in the meantime (until he gets home), I shouldn't really drive it too much.  So far, I've gone out twice, and only to get necessities, like formula and dog food.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So basically I'm stuck in a new house and can't really go anywhere, in a new town I'm unfamiliar with, with no friends and no family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And it's rained for three days straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Kinda sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow and I can take a walk with Eli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And I know I'm not the only one who just broke into the song from "Annie" just then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2492163912586629104?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2492163912586629104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2492163912586629104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2492163912586629104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2492163912586629104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/transition-so-jim-left-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7433887444308822769</id><published>2009-03-12T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:02:49.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Loooooozeeanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We're finally unpacked and settled.  We actually got everything unloaded and put away in a matter of days, thanks largely to Vinny coming down to help (thanks again, Vien!!).  The house is smaller than our house in Lafayette, but it feels a lot cozier than that one ever did, mostly because it's carpeted in the living room and painted in light neutrals and whites.  It's starting to feel very homey.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Mandeville is a small town; even if it were combined with its neighboring town, Covington, it wouldn't be as big as Lafayette.  But I've always liked small towns.  It's a nice compromise for Jim and I; I get the small town experience, and he gets to be next to a big city again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We're living in what is referred to as "the northshore" here.  That term includes Mandeville, Covington, Slidell, Abita Springs, and other surrounding towns.  For anyone not familiar with the landscape, that's because we're all on the northshore of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; lake, Lake Pontchartrain, that separates us from New Orleans.  We have to take a 24-mile long bridge over the lake to get to New Orleans from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Or, New-aw-lins, spoken as close to two syllables as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;People are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; nice here.  Must be that southern hospitality I've heard about.  The night we arrived, our new neighbors offered to help right away, and gave us some home-made soup.  The next night, they made barbecue chicken.  They're really sweet people.  Up north, we're friendly with our neighbors, but basically keep to ourselves.  Here, our neighbor Tom came over the second night, knocked on the front door, asked me where "the boys" were, put out his cigarette by the bushes in our front yard, walked in and insisted they come over for "a cold one".  I couldn't help but laugh.  Guess I'd better get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Louisiana fun facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Louisiana is the only state to have "parishes" instead of counties.  We live in St. Tammany Parish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Lake Pontchartrain is the second largest salt-water lake in the US.  It is home to many large sea creatures such as alligators, bull sharks, stingrays, dolphins, and manatees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-The 24-mile causeway bridge over Lake Pontchartrain is the longest bridge over water in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Pests and pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gecko"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;geckos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; here!  I've always thought they were so adorable.  There was one trapped between the screen and window in our dining room the night we got here, and it scared Jim when it scurried away.  I want to try to catch one, but I don't want it to get scared and drop its tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Unfortunately, we also have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crane_fly"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;crane flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  They look like huge mosquitos, but are harmless.  They basically exist to mate and die.  They're really clumsy and not too bright.  When I let the dogs out at night, they fly in the house, run into the walls, and fall down.  Then Bo eats them.  Everybody needs a bedtime snack, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7433887444308822769?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7433887444308822769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7433887444308822769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7433887444308822769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7433887444308822769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/loooooozeeanna-were-finally-unpacked.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4926715951658155650</id><published>2009-03-05T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:26:03.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Things and stuff: moving day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-We were going to move tomorrow.  Now we're moving Saturday, with an additional moving truck and driver: Vinny.  We bought him a one-way plane ticket home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-We have a massive amount of stuff.  Seriously.  It's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Our refrigerator arrived today.  That's right TODAY.  Two weeks after paying for it.  And did I mention it's not even the one we bought?  Yeah.  That one doesn't work.   Imagine that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-There are three men currently loading stuff into our moving trucks.  I am sitting on my bum blogging.  Somehow it feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I've been dealing with what I refer to as "fat cramps" the past couple days.  You know, cramping in that line right below the rib cage where the roll forms?  Don't act like I'm the only one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I'm thinking of starting a whole new website for myself once we get settled down south.  Something to incorporate my photography and blogging.  I need a creative name for it.  I'm taking suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I'm really going to miss my family and friends.  I never thought I'd be thankful for email and Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Those who have promised to visit, had BETTER.  You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I turn 30 on April 7th.  I'm surprisingly unaffected by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I'm mentally tired from the past couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I am going to miss Igloo vanilla cokes.  I'm drinking one right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Jim managed to damage his OWN car whilst moving an engine lift in the garage.  He said "shit".  It was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I've "said goodbye" to several friends over the past couple of days.  I'll see three or four more tomorrow.  It's not emotional or anything, and I prefer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I have been very contemplative this past week.  I've spent my entire life, almost three decades, in this city.  It's a bit strange to uproot and leave it all behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I need an adjustment.  My back, not my attitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-In three days, I will be living somewhere warm.  Be jealous, Yanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4926715951658155650?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4926715951658155650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4926715951658155650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4926715951658155650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4926715951658155650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-and-stuff-moving-day-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3412742407524273695</id><published>2009-02-24T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:48:41.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Rage against stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am SO tired of ignorant people.  I have had the unfortunate displeasure of dealing with not one, not two, but FOUR useless people today.  Jim and I are scheduled to fly to New Orleans tomorrow.  They booked our trips, but it was up to us to call about our seats on the plane.  So we did that today.  We talked to two different people from two different airlines that told us the same thing: "Your seats aren't assigned, but we can't do that.  It has to be done when you check in at the airport."  So what is the point of calling customer service about our reservations?  All they can do is tell us we have reservations, and we ALREADY KNOW THAT.  What the hell is the point?  Obviously, I'm a little frustrated, but you would be too if you'd been through this the past THREE times you'd flown.  That's right.  The past THREE times Jim and I have flown together, they've separated our seats-EVEN when we've made sure they were together when we made the reservation.  We've done what the useless people on the phone have told us to do, which is ask the lady at check in to put our seats together.  You know what they tell us?  "We can't get your seats together, all the seats are already assigned."  Our last ditch effort is to ask someone next to one of us to switch seats.  You know what happened last time I did that?  The ASSHOLE said no.  He wouldn't give up his seat to a woman with a baby.  Heaven forbid his fat ass be a little uncomfortable for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Our second little slice of hell today came from the little hole-in-the-wall establishment where we recently purchased a refrigerator.  Our realtor suggested we find a white fridge to replace the ugly blue one in our kitchen.  I agreed.  We don't have a lot of spare cash right now, so we resorted to buying one from this little po-dunk place in Brookston.  Let me be the first to NOT recommend them to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  Oh, sure, the fridge is nice enough, but getting it here seems to be next to impossible for these people.  It was supposed to be delivered Saturday.  Then they had to change it to yesterday.  Yesterday they called saying it would be today.  I made sure to emphasize to them yesterday that it HAD to come today, because we were going out of town for just short of a week on Wednesday.  So what happens today?  I get a call from the grammar-challenged lady who runs the place, informing us that "the truck was a-knockin" so the guy had to stop deliveries for the day.  With great restraint, I informed her that I had told him yesterday that it HAD to come today, because we were going out of town, and that the delivery had already been rescheduled twice before.  Her response?  "Well...I'm sorry."  GEE THANKS.  That makes is ALL better.  I asked if we found a way to pick it up ourselves, if we could have the $30 back that we gave them to deliver it.  "Um...I don't know about that.  You'd have to ask him."  So I had Jim call him.  He then informed us that he actually wanted to replace a small part in the fridge before he brought it to us. WHY the hell would you sell something to us and tell us it was ready to go if it WASN'T?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The house is a mess, there's still a lot of packing to do, I'm not ready for the trip tomorrow, and to top it all off, all I got in the mail today was a bunch of junk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This is officially the worst day I've had in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3412742407524273695?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3412742407524273695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3412742407524273695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3412742407524273695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3412742407524273695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/02/rage-against-stupidity-i-am-so-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4184926407808890289</id><published>2009-02-20T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:53:09.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We have a date...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So our official moving date has been set: Friday March 6th.  As long as nothing comes up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4184926407808890289?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4184926407808890289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4184926407808890289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4184926407808890289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4184926407808890289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-910561227271303257</id><published>2009-02-08T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:58:34.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Eli's napping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;...which means I'm trying to get about 99 things done before he wakes up.  So naturally, I'm online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I had to go to Wal Mart yesterday for some chocolate and magazines.  Yes, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; to.  I was balancing Eli with my left arm, while simultaneously trying to keep the four items in my right hand away from him.  As I stepped up to the express lane, I noticed the middle-aged man in front of me was pushing a cart with nothing in it.  He had a couple small things in his right hand.  My mind immediately went to work trying to figure out why he had the cart.  "Hmm.  Why would he need to lean on a cart?  He's not overweight...well, too much...I don't see any large items on the bottom...he doesn't seem sick in any way..."  At that point, he put his items down for the cashier.  He had three different types of plantar wart removers and a bottle of pain relievers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;...oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Packing, schmacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm already getting tired of packing, and I've barely scratched the surface.  Seriously, who wants to come over and help?  I'll feed you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-910561227271303257?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/910561227271303257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=910561227271303257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/910561227271303257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/910561227271303257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/02/elis-napping.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7144024216268206919</id><published>2009-02-05T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:49:07.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Detox, day 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm one week into my cleanse.  I haven't noticed any weird side effects, although I did accidentally wear my pink house slippers to Walmart today.  Oops.  I weighed myself just for the heck of it this afternoon and I seem to have lost about three pounds.  Weight loss wasn't my goal, but I certainly don't mind.  I'm not surprised.  Let's just say the fiber is doing its job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Cowboy Bebop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;There are a few anime series I own.  I'm thinking of watching them all through again.  I've been feeling the urge to get back into my sketching, and anime was my obsession of choice.  I feel like I've lost a bit of who I was back in the RLP days.  I absolutely love my life now; I just want to incorporate some of the things I enjoyed back then as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's been a while since I've lived in a new, unfamiliar place.  The only time I've experienced that was when I moved to Waterloo, Ontario for two years.  I was petrified at first.  But I had several friends there.  When Jim and I move, we'll only have each other.  And he'll be working a lot.  We're flying down in a couple weeks to find a place to live.  Now that the reality of moving is starting to sink in, I'm getting a little nervous.  I know we'll find a church and make friends.  I just wish we could kidnap a few people and take them with us.  You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7144024216268206919?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7144024216268206919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7144024216268206919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7144024216268206919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7144024216268206919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/02/detox-day-7-im-one-week-into-my-cleanse.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7079796793418662412</id><published>2009-01-29T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:15:39.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Detox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So I've decided that while Jim is gone for the next couple of weeks, I'm going to do a self-cleanse.  I've actually never done this before, but I've been reading a lot about it and have really been wanting to "get healthy", and I think this would be a good jump-start to that whole process.  I went to Natures Pharm today and purchased what promises to be a powerful combination of capsules, consisting of an internal cleanse formula, fiber, and omegas 3, 6, and 9.  It's a 30 day cleanse, and Jim will be back long before it's done, but I figure if there are going to be any gross initial effects, they will have passed before he's home.  I'm actually kind of excited about it.  Is that weird?  The cleanse formula rids toxins from the liver, lungs, lymphatic system, kidneys, skin, blood, and bowels.  Then the fiber and omegas help flush it completely out of the body.  The only down side is I hate swallowing pills, and this will be 11 total per day.  Yuck.  I was told that I need to cut out any extra sugars (a.k.a. my soda) and red meat (which I don't really eat anyway) while doing the cleanse.  That's fine.  I certainly don't need it.  I'll just drink ice water instead.  I developed a love for ice water toward the end of my pregnancy.  The colder the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So there you go.  I'll let you know how it goes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7079796793418662412?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7079796793418662412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7079796793418662412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7079796793418662412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7079796793418662412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/01/detox-so-ive-decided-that-while-jim-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5241581977179972738</id><published>2009-01-24T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:52:38.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Cough cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My baby is sick for the first time in his life.  He has a double ear infection and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; cough.  It's a helpless feeling when your baby's sick.  I'm just giving him his medicine and loving on him and praying for God to heal him quickly.  He's is such wonderful spirits, though.  He's not been fussy once.  Such a good little boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Showings galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We've had three showings in the past week.  Two for the same couple.  They're definitely interested, but haven't yet decided between this house and another.  It's nice to see things picking up again.  Jim's on an extended trip to Colorado, so I'm packing up as much of the house as possible.  As soon as he gets back from this trip, his boss is going to fly us down to find a place to live.  It would be pretty cool if our house had a buyer by that time; we'd be free to do whatever we wanted in that case.  Meanwhile, I'm packing as much as possible.  I told Jim that he might come home to a house full of boxes.  I think he's OK with it.  We're both getting excited about the move.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And while we're on the subject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim and I have decided that we're not going to compromise with our next place.  If we're going to buy something again, we're both going to get what we want...if possible.  I want white moulding in the interior, and a separate living area for the dogs (Louisiana doesn't have basements, being swampland, so we're talking a screened-in porch or something like that), and Jim wants plenty of storage and a place for all three cars and the trailer on our property.  We've already seen two places like that in the online listings, so it's possible.  It will be fun going down in a few weeks to try and find something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In the meantime...anybody want to help me pack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5241581977179972738?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5241581977179972738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5241581977179972738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5241581977179972738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5241581977179972738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/01/cough-cough-my-baby-is-sick-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1647361167579266545</id><published>2009-01-20T04:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:40:57.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's 4:34 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;...and I'm still awake.  I woke up at 2 am.  I'm tired, but can't fall back asleep.  There's nothing "bothering me", and I'm actually feeling better than the past couple nights, so what gives?  I'm running out of things to do to make myself tired.  I drank some milk, played a ton of Yahtzee on my phone, and cruised facebook for quite a while.  Now I'm blogging a bunch of randomness.  I did manage to accidentally call my mom around 4.  That's always good, you know, to call your mom at 4 in the morning and then hang up before she answers.  She called back, of course, and then I woke Jim up explaining to her what happened.  Oops.  He's quite grumpy at 4 am, incidentally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Alright, the battery is about to die in my macbook, so I guess I'm off to try and sleep.  Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1647361167579266545?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1647361167579266545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1647361167579266545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1647361167579266545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1647361167579266545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-434-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8583086330469750222</id><published>2009-01-18T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:23:36.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Two dates in two days...followed by the flu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Vinny had a birthday bash Friday night at the bar downtown where my sister works.  My mom came over to stay with Eli and we went and hung out for several hours.  It was our first time out of the house together without the kid.  Then yesterday, we dropped Eli off at his babysitter (one of my former coworkers), and we went to see "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", which was practically paid for by a generous gift from the O'Maleys :)  It was really strange, but good.  It's almost three hours long but it kept our interest really well.  It's a really good adaptation of the original short story.  Both Jim and I cried like babies at the end.  It's kind of like Titanic; we knew how it had to end, but it still got us.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So last night, I started to get really cold and body achey and my throat started to hurt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Greeeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  I took some ibuprofen and went to bed.  I was really hoping I would sleep it off.  No such luck.  I woke up around 1 am, roasting.  It took almost two hours for me to cool off enough to get back to sleep, and then I didn't sleep very well.  You know those weird fever-induced dreams?  That's all I had all night, fueled by the weird-ass movie I had just seen.  There's nothing quite like being stalked by a scary old shriveled up Brad Pitt in your dreams.  At one point, I got up to get a glass of milk.  I was trying to be quiet and keep it dark so I wouldn't disturb Jim.  I put my glass of milk on my bedside table and then bent over to plug in my phone.  The second I stood up, I was greeted by the thrill of something cold running down my front.  I had dipped my hair in my milk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Yay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Needless to say, I didn't get a lot of sleep and had a temperature of 102.3 when I took it around 8 am.  I am thankful for a couple things: one-it's not the stomach flu, and two-we happened to have some DayQuil.  So I'm currently drugged up and hungry.  My fever's not totally gone, and my ears and throat still hurt, but the medicine is fighting the body-acheyness.   That's the part that really drives me nutty, so I'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Maybe two dates was overdoing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8583086330469750222?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8583086330469750222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8583086330469750222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8583086330469750222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8583086330469750222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-dates-in-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1873214598411419541</id><published>2009-01-10T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:06:46.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Just fyi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I had cookies for dinner tonight.  Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.  I have incredible abs, but they are very shy, so I hide them under a layer of fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1873214598411419541?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1873214598411419541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1873214598411419541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1873214598411419541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1873214598411419541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-fyi.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3253421677469642139</id><published>2009-01-05T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:08:35.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;AAARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Why do we let these dogs run our lives?  Why why why why WHY?  The house smells like crap. They destroy all of our furniture and everything they touch.  They are rude to our guests.  I have to clean every DAY.  And good luck to us trying to sell a house that smells like dogs no matter HOW much I clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I swear.  I'm going to shave Shiloh and Sammi and bathe them all in Lysol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;AAAARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3253421677469642139?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3253421677469642139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3253421677469642139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3253421677469642139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3253421677469642139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaargh-why-do-we-let-these-dogs-run-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6762677420117315966</id><published>2008-12-31T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:53:28.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This post is for my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She said she was getting sick of looking at the movie the quiz, so here you go, mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hmm...let me think about th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I went to the dentist this morning to get my third crown, and was handed the estimate to sign.  Normally a crown, after insurance, costs about 200 bucks.  This estimate was closer to $700.  The lady explained that my insurance had reached its limit for the year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;For...the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  Today is New Years Eve.  I smiled and said, "Do you think I could reschedule this appointment for...I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;day after today, since my insurance will start over?"  She kindly obliged and I left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-6762677420117315966?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6762677420117315966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6762677420117315966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6762677420117315966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6762677420117315966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-post-is-for-my-mom-she-said-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8632486097435741678</id><published>2008-12-19T03:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:54:55.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Really LONG Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial; "&gt;Ok, so this is a fun quiz, but it took me about 20 minutes to do, because you have to copy, paste, and change the answers.  If you don't want to read all of my answers, just skip to the bottom where I posted my result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Movies I've Watched:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;( ) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Neverending Story 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane 2: The Sequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;(x) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw III&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw IV&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;( ) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;(x) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;( ) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;(x) Robots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;(x) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;(x) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;( ) KING KONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumber &amp;amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 5&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 6 (Curse of Michael Meyers)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 7 (H20 20 Years Later)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 8 (Resurrection)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween 9 (Rob Zombie's Halloween)&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flubber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay&lt;br /&gt;( ) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(x) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;( ) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street II&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street III&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street IV&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street V&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street 6(66)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lucky Number Slevin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Supremecy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;(x) Alien&lt;br /&gt;(x) Aliens&lt;br /&gt;( ) Alien3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Alien Ressurection&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;( ) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;(x) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Christine&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;(x) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Boss's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;( ) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;(x) Oh Brother Where art Thou?&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;( ) Return to Oz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator 2 (T2000)&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator 3 (Judgement Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-2&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(X) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;(x) Miracle on 34th Street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Old School&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;(x) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;( ) Krippendorf's Tribe&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;( ) The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Baseketball&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hostel&lt;br /&gt;(x) Waiting for Guffman&lt;br /&gt;(x) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;( ) Devils Rejects&lt;br /&gt;(x) Elf&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mothman Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;( ) American History X&lt;br /&gt;(x) Thr3e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so Far: 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaolin Soccer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night Watch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;( ) Monty Python's Meaning of Life&lt;br /&gt;( ) Monty Python's Life of Brian&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaun Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Willard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) High Tension&lt;br /&gt;( ) Club Dread&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hulk&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dawn Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hook&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;(x) 28 days later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Orgazmo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Phantasm&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kill Bill vol 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kill Bill vol 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mortal Kombat&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mortal Kombat 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;( ) Re-Animator&lt;br /&gt;(x) Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;(x) Evil Dead 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Animatrix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;( ) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hannibal Rising&lt;br /&gt;( ) Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total: 105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, 85 or more means I have no life.   I think it's quite the opposite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8632486097435741678?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8632486097435741678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8632486097435741678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8632486097435741678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8632486097435741678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-long-quiz-ok-so-this-is-fun-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-326456337455076671</id><published>2008-12-16T09:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:11:55.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The 50's woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);  font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm really loving being a stay-at-home mom and wife.  It's very satisfying to take care of Eli and the house.  I enjoy running errands, having dinner ready for Jim, and attending to my family's needs. I really think I would have fit into the 50's very well.  Although, that was the somewhat expected role of a woman in the 50's, and I don't agree that it should be.  But I also don't like the modern-day pressure on a woman to have a career.  I believe a woman should be supported in whatever she wants-be it a career woman or a homemaker like me...whatever makes her truly happy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Konichiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim's in Japan until Friday.  It's his first big trip with this new job.  I really like his new company.  They treat him and us so much better than the big corporation for which he formerly worked.  And this is the first time he's actually gotten to explore the country; it's only been a stop on the way to Thailand before.  He's working on a naval ship stationed off the coast of Japan.  We can only communicate by e-mail since their cell phone network isn't the same, but it's been kind of fun.  It's like a modern-day version of waiting on a letter from a loved one.  I hope I get a fun souvenir.  It's our tradeoff.  He can leave me for weeks at a time as long as I get something fun and unique from the country he visited.   I think that's fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-326456337455076671?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/326456337455076671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=326456337455076671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/326456337455076671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/326456337455076671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/12/50s-woman-im-really-loving-being-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4760742864114501609</id><published>2008-12-04T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:01:36.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You ever have one of those days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;...where you just want to get drunk and make out with Hugh Laurie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4760742864114501609?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4760742864114501609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4760742864114501609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4760742864114501609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4760742864114501609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6545571413380103349</id><published>2008-11-30T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:36:10.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(at Panera's earlier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: What do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: I'd like a chicken-bacon-dijon, minus the dijon, with chips on the side.  If they don't have that sandwich, make it a smokehouse turkey without the sauce.  Also, a plain bagel sliced, but not toasted, and no cream cheese.  And a Dr. Pepper-large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: OK, Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-6545571413380103349?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6545571413380103349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6545571413380103349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6545571413380103349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6545571413380103349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/11/lunch-at-paneras-earlier-jim-what-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6641925779542210084</id><published>2008-11-25T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:23:28.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A quandary of sorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We really love our dogs.  We do.  But we're having SO much trouble selling this house because of them.  Showings are limited, because of needing so much prep time because of them, and when we have had actual showings, people have mentioned that the house "smells of dog".  In preparation for this last open house, I cleaned this place from top to bottom over the course of four days.  The dogs don't even have access to most of the house-just the living room and kitchen, neither of which have carpet.  I killed myself to make this place look and (so I thought) smell good.  The one couple that came through smelled the dogs.  And they were at my parents' house...so...yeah.  What do we do?  How can we sell this house with those dogs here?  I don't think we can.  We can't afford a mortgage and rent, let alone two mortgages.  I just don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;NO, we're not getting rid of the dogs.  We love them very much.  But we've got to find a solution to this problem.  We've talked about renting the house over the winter and trying to sell it again once warmer weather hits, but we'll just have to see how that goes.  It seems like a good idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I wonder if I know anyone with a bit of land and a love for dogs, who'd like to adopt them for a couple months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;On a fun note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I love getting mail.  It's actually one of the things I look forward to every day.  Yesterday, for some unknown reason, I forgot to get it out of the mailbox.  Know what that means?  I got to get mail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; today.  Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-6641925779542210084?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6641925779542210084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6641925779542210084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6641925779542210084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6641925779542210084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/11/aquandaryof-sorts.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-559902578999179412</id><published>2008-11-11T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:11:29.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm working on three ads to place in our local paper.  Tell me what you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Absolutely free: One pure-bred Golden Retriever male, 8 years old.  Stubborn, insistent, and rude.  Destroys furniture, sheds incessantly, and will relieve himself on flooring whenever he feels like it.  Barks for no reason, and continuously until let in.  Regularly offends people by going between their legs to get attention, of which he can never get enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Absolutely free: One German Shepherd mix female, 7 years old.  Barks viscously at all people, although too scared to ever actually get near them.  She will never get close enough for you to pet her, and will piss herself if you try.  Enjoys rawhide bones, which result in massive bouts of diarrhea in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Absolutely free: One pure-bred boxer male, 4 years old.  Barks at nothing whenever outside, and will only come in if bribed.  Whines incessantly in the morning until let out, starting as early as 6am.  When pissing in the house, although not frequent, prefers to do so in a long, winding stream so as to make it very difficult to clean up.  Eats anything and everything he can find.  But, not to worry, you will see it again, as he pukes up the contents of his stomach two-three times a week, always in a corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;OK, so truthfully, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; get rid of our dogs.  We love them too much.  But holy HELL, they're difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-559902578999179412?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/559902578999179412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=559902578999179412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/559902578999179412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/559902578999179412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/11/ads-im-working-on-three-ads-to-place-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2310043825390319162</id><published>2008-11-05T00:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:57:03.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Wow.  A Democratic President, House, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Senate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;May God have mercy on us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2310043825390319162?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2310043825390319162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2310043825390319162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2310043825390319162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2310043825390319162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1141407079599085131</id><published>2008-10-26T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:43:38.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Wow...seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have never, in my whole life, boiled a pot of water dry.  Never.  Tonight, I did that very thing-not once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Yeah.  I'm a little concerned too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1141407079599085131?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1141407079599085131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1141407079599085131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1141407079599085131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1141407079599085131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1849011590126869477</id><published>2008-10-06T15:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:09:32.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's been a while since I posted.  So here I go.  For anybody who doesn't yet know, Jim lost his job about 6 weeks ago.  It's actually turned out to be a huge blessing; he really hated that job.  And he was working all the time-even into the evenings.  The stress of that along with me having a part time photo business and working a couple nights at the store was really getting to us.  By him losing his job, he not only got out of the job he didn't like, but ultimately means I will not work and get to be a stay at home mom like I've always wanted.  The process of getting there has been interesting, to say the least.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;At first, in order to have income to pay the bills, I went back to work full time at the store.  It was OK, and actually gave Jim and Eli some bonding time that they normally would not have had.  They are a lot closer now.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;I worked full time until Jim accepted a new job with a company based down sout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;h.  We went down to visit and really liked the community, the people, and even found the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt; house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;We will be moving to Louisiana as soon as our house sells, which hopefully will be soon.  Our realtor seemed pretty confidant, so that's good.  I'm done at the bookstore now, and also sold my car in order to give us a little cushion until Jim is getting paychecks again.  He starts this Thursday.  They actually told him that they prefer he work from home at first; he worked it out with them that he could stay in Lafayette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;r a least a couple months; hopefully we'll be moving a lot sooner than that.  I'm also done with photography gigs for the year.  That timing worked out well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So now we're in the keeping-the-house-as-clean-as-possible-all-the-time phase, in case our realtor calls about a showing.  It's not nearly as hard as we thought it would be.  It helps that I'm home full time now.  I can tidy up  every day when Eli is napping or playing.  So far, so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The reality of moving far away hasn't completely hit me yet, but I'm sure it will happen.  Mom was in the hospital recently for almost two weeks with a serious case of pneumonia; she's fully recovered now-praise God!!  But that whole time was difficult.  It may sound silly, but my biggest concern about being gone is making sure my parents are well taken care of.  I guess maybe one good thing that came out of mom being in the hospital was that my brother stepped up big time to help them and now I feel a little better about leaving.  I know he will help out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;God is taking care of us in this season.  We know He is and we see Him in every little detail that falls into place.  It's amazing how, even with strong faith, it's hard for me to just let go and trust that God, who has been perfectly faithful up to this point, will finish what He has started.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I think once we sell the house, move, and get settled into our new community, I will breathe a sigh of relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Until then, there's always soda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1849011590126869477?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1849011590126869477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1849011590126869477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1849011590126869477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1849011590126869477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-its-been-while-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-6284513277303592491</id><published>2008-09-09T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:08:59.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;AHBPLTHSMTHSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mitchhedberg.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://punchlinemagazine.com/site/2008/08/mitch-hedberg-do-you-believe-in-gosh/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;new album out today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;!!  I MUST have it! EEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Something probably not blog-appropriate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I started my period yesterday.  Why should you care?  Because I care.  Why do I care?  Because this means &lt;strong&gt;I can get pregnant again&lt;/strong&gt;.  Considering the luck we had with our last form of birth-control, I'd better keep Jim from even &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; at me until we figure out what method we're using...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-6284513277303592491?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6284513277303592491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=6284513277303592491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6284513277303592491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/6284513277303592491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahbplthsmthsh-mitch-has-new-album-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-130123842311663734</id><published>2008-09-02T00:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:26:03.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;When a good person is going through something hard, there should be someone else going through it with them.  It means that they are important to another human being.  It means that somebody cares, and that they are not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tonight, I cried for a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-130123842311663734?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/130123842311663734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=130123842311663734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/130123842311663734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/130123842311663734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/09/truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7684473210295409750</id><published>2008-08-28T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:40:55.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Jim's employer "let him go" one week ago today.  What does this mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;-Jim's on a mad job-hunt.  But it's going very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;-We're moving.  Don't know where.  Don't know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;-Gotta sell the house.  Woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;We're not upset at all.  Actually, we're really excited.  Life's an adventure.  This is the next chapter for us.  I'll update as things progress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7684473210295409750?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7684473210295409750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7684473210295409750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7684473210295409750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7684473210295409750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/08/fyi-jims-employer-let-him-go-one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8575362019566409065</id><published>2008-08-24T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:33:47.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Anybody wanna buy a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm selling mine.  It's in great shape.  I've never had any problems with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Seriously.  Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8575362019566409065?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8575362019566409065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8575362019566409065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8575362019566409065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8575362019566409065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/08/anybody-wanna-buy-car-im-selling-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-11297754308370527</id><published>2008-08-15T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:13:34.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;On a WalMart run today, I had an...interesting experience.  I was unloading the stroller from the trunk, and in the space next to me, a mom was trying to load her two kids into her car.  She had put her baby in the car seat and turned to say something to her toddler, who was standing between her car and mine.  Next thing I knew, he was pissing between the cars.  And she was standing there assisting him in his efforts.  There was no laughing or embarrassment on her part, just quiet patience, waiting for him to finish.  As soon as he was done (I assume, because I heard the stream stop hitting the pavement), she put him in the car, got in, and drove off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Of all the reasons I've gone to the car wash, toddler piss has never made the list...until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-11297754308370527?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/11297754308370527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=11297754308370527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/11297754308370527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/11297754308370527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/08/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-9007571206374818764</id><published>2008-08-11T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:15:54.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This could be addicting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I had my first real pedicure today.  It was a Christmas gift from Jim.  I'm just getting around to using it.  I was put into a massaging chair and asked what beverage I wanted.  Then I was pampered for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It was niiiiiiice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-9007571206374818764?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/9007571206374818764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=9007571206374818764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/9007571206374818764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/9007571206374818764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-could-be-addicting.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7290164218254521522</id><published>2008-08-10T15:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:49:47.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Crazy going slowly am I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've been very grumpy as of late.  I haven't yet figured out the reasons why, but as soon as I do, I'll let you know.  And I don't buy the whole post-pregnancy hormone thing.  That's just an excuse for the un-creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Two things I know for sure:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I am 20 lbs heavier than pre-baby, and very unhappy about it.  I have no clothes that fit right.  They are either too loose or to tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I hate doing wedding photography.  I really do not enjoy it.  I'm pretty sure I want to quit.  But I love doing photos for friends!  You guys don't count.  It's doing it as a business I dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My mom and I went to lunch with a couple friends the other day.  On the drive home, we got onto the subject of televangelists.  No idea how.  Anyway, she mentioned to me that she was watching t.v. the other day and saw Tammy Faye Baker.  As my mom put it, "She was saying that she just knew she was going straight to heaven.  She looked terrible from the cancer, and she was still wearing those horrible, huge fake eyelashes.  All I could think was, if she does make it to heaven, she's going to scare the hell out of Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7290164218254521522?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7290164218254521522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7290164218254521522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7290164218254521522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7290164218254521522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-going-slowly-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8730402858201174859</id><published>2008-08-01T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:59:24.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Happy happy happy happy happy Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My parents have been married &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;50 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; today.  Isn't that amazing?!?  Congrats mama and daddy.  You guys are an amazing example of unwavering love and commitment.  I love you both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; and hope that Jim and I can learn from your example and celebrate the same milestone someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8730402858201174859?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8730402858201174859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8730402858201174859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8730402858201174859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8730402858201174859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-happy-happy-happy-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3238930050309798629</id><published>2008-07-30T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:08:13.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the license plate of the rental car we had in Florida.  Allison noticed it first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/CRIM0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3238930050309798629?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3238930050309798629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3238930050309798629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3238930050309798629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3238930050309798629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8785312869954960646</id><published>2008-07-11T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:54:17.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My parents have a new phone number.  For the first time since they've lived in their house...the house I grew up in.  The old phone number is...gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;For some reason, it's hit me kind of hard.  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; phone number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  Maybe it's symbolic.  Home used to be so safe and consistent.  And it's not that it's not safe now.  It's just so different.  Everything has changed.  And not all for the better.  That number was the only part of my childhood left.  That and some moldy toys in the basement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's like I took a walk and came back to a completely different place.  Some sort of shadow of what used to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I guess life moves on with or without our permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8785312869954960646?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8785312869954960646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8785312869954960646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8785312869954960646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8785312869954960646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-my-parents-have-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4626276052036525304</id><published>2008-06-30T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:24:53.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;RRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ok, I feel better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4626276052036525304?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4626276052036525304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4626276052036525304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4626276052036525304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4626276052036525304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5153731460165697407</id><published>2008-06-25T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:08:44.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I had another one of those dreams last night where pieces of my teeth start breaking off and falling out.  It always seems so real.  And disturbing.  I can literally feel pieces breaking off and then having to spit them out.  Aimee, you made a cameo in my dream last night.  You didn't believe me until I showed you.  I believe your exact response was, "Holy SH** girl, you need a dentist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Actually, I really do.  I think that's where the dream came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;My O.C.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;So, as some of you know, I have a few distinct O.C.D. tendencies.  I was at Lowe's with Jim recently and found a magazine entitled, "Secrets of Getting Organized".  It's like a combination room-decorating-furnishing-organizing type publication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5153731460165697407?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5153731460165697407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5153731460165697407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5153731460165697407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5153731460165697407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4100102220596468966</id><published>2008-06-21T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:26:07.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kitten Rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A couple of the random stray cats that live around the building where I work decided to multiply.  They had a litter of kittens about two months ago and a couple of the girls at work took to feeding them.  My boss found out, and, being the animal-hater that he is, called the Humane society to come and get them.  He emphasized in his "memo" not to feed them and that they would be caught "alive".  What he didn't tell anyone is that our humane society has stopped accepting cats because they are overrun, so them "catching" these cats is  death sentence.  But the girls and I know this, so I decided a few days ago to take them in until we could find homes for them.  There are currently four (one girl and three boys), but there may be one more to catch.  I've named them just for fun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0004-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0003-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Foreman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0002-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0001-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and, of course, House.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;He's the meanest.  But he's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thanks to a co-worker of my sis's, they all are already spoken for.  Too bad Jim's allergic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4100102220596468966?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4100102220596468966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4100102220596468966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4100102220596468966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4100102220596468966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/06/kitten-rescue-couple-of-random-stray.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8248386892069275254</id><published>2008-06-16T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:54:43.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I did NOT cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I created a Facebook account.  It was an accident!  I didn't know I was doing that.  I thought I was just answering some questions to look at a friend's page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8248386892069275254?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8248386892069275254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8248386892069275254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8248386892069275254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8248386892069275254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-did-not-cave.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-9105156798949928556</id><published>2008-06-13T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:22:15.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This is why I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: Hey, you know the whole Bar Mitzvah celebration, where a Jewish boy becomes a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: There's a female version-it's called a Bat Mitzvah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: I know.  It's where a Jewish girl becomes a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-9105156798949928556?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/9105156798949928556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=9105156798949928556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/9105156798949928556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/9105156798949928556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-why-i-love-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4595189459059969075</id><published>2008-06-12T13:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:08:51.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Gardening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Our neighbor across the street recently planted a new tree.  Did a good job, don't ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And now back to...well...my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Things at the chiro are going well.  My hips are totally back to normal and pain-free.  My back, however, has developed this strange cool-burning sensation in the bad spot in the middle that has to be adjusted every time.  Makes me wonder if there's a nerve getting pinched or something.  I'm going to tell my doctor (who, by the way, is great Steve.  Just so you don't beat him up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4595189459059969075?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4595189459059969075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4595189459059969075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4595189459059969075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4595189459059969075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/06/gardening-our-neighbor-across-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2404833659783779320</id><published>2008-06-05T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:39:32.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Cubs mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've noticed a lot of people wearing Cubs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;paraphernalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; recently.  I hope they're not fair-weather fans.  That would offend me.  I've been a cubs fan since I was a little girl.  I have loved them even when they've sucked.  Which has been most of the time, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Let me do your job for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The receptionist from Eli's pediatrician's office called earlier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Her: Hi...Lucy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: No...this is Erin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Her: Oh...um...I was calling to remind you of your daugther, Lilly's appointment tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: I don't have a Lilly.  I have an Eli, and his appointment is tomorrow at 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Her: Oh, sorry, I was reading the wrong information.  Your son, Elijah has an appointment tomorrow at 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: Oh, OKAY, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Her: You're welcome. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thank goodness for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Body issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Pre-pregnancy, I was 142 lbs, with a relatively clear complexion and smooth skin.  Post-pregnancy I am stuck at 158 with pale, bumpy skin and acne.  I am SEX-E.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am also going to a chiropractor for the first time in my life.  This, I am loving.  Having a large child way overdue royally screwed up my right hip.  Steve, you might be the only one who truly understands this, but there is only supposed to be a difference of 3 cm between certain hip measurements.  My difference was 18 cm.  Not to mention that my tail-bone was off center.  I also got my back, shoulders, and neck adjusted.  The good news is that I have not damaged my spine in any way from having bad posture (thank God!).  My second adjustment was today, and I didn't pop nearly as much as the first time.  We're making progress!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;As for the paleness, pudge, and pimples, I'm working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2404833659783779320?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2404833659783779320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2404833659783779320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2404833659783779320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2404833659783779320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/06/cubs-mania-ive-noticed-lot-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1331751705047387138</id><published>2008-05-28T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:03:23.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linksies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My friend and co-worker, Kamie, started her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kamiesfamilyupdate.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; a while back.  I really enjoy it.  She posts interesting news stories and such related to her faith.  And the occasional random funny post.  Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kamiesfamilyupdate.blogspot.com/2008/05/kid-power.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Another good friend, Tia, whom I've known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;since 3rd grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/tiavankirk/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; as well.  I's dedicated to the cats that she and her husband, Eric, breed.  Ragamuffins and Bengals, I believe.  They're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;...and expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;That's all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1331751705047387138?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1331751705047387138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1331751705047387138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1331751705047387138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1331751705047387138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/linksies-my-friend-and-co-worker-kamie.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3476194487633040172</id><published>2008-05-26T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:17:10.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Conversation in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: Morning baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: (grunts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: Happy Memorial Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: (grunts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: What is Memorial Day all about anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: (nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: A memorial is usually built for dead people, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim: (nods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me: Happy dead people day, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3476194487633040172?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3476194487633040172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3476194487633040172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3476194487633040172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3476194487633040172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversation-in-bed-me-morning-baby-jim.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-9044306738915837106</id><published>2008-05-14T09:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:02:01.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/ATT99977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-9044306738915837106?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/9044306738915837106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=9044306738915837106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/9044306738915837106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/9044306738915837106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5996607947160238842</id><published>2008-05-13T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:18:45.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Mystery solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;That site that you gave us did help, Aaron.  Unfortunately, we know what happened.  Because this is the first year I had my business to account for with taxes, we actually went to H&amp;amp;R Block to get our taxes done.  Silly us...we wanted to be honest and make sure that we wrote in the correct amount of my profit so as not to cheat the government.  And actually, he did correct several of my numbers, so I know it was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Here's the catch.  Because H&amp;amp;R Block deducted a preparation fee, we have to wait for a paper check.  They won't directly deposit it. So it might be as late as the end of June before we see our money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In other words, the government is PUNISHING US for BEING HONEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5996607947160238842?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5996607947160238842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5996607947160238842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5996607947160238842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5996607947160238842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/mystery-solved.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1876844394510043228</id><published>2008-05-09T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:45:44.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's May 9th and Jim and I did NOT receive our economic stimulus money in our account today.  We filed our taxes (direct deposit) back in FEBRUARY.  According to the schedule, today's the latest we should have received it.  If they'd gone by my social, it would have been last Friday.  What the HELL, man?  Don't promise me something and then not deliver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1876844394510043228?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1876844394510043228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1876844394510043228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1876844394510043228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1876844394510043228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2661294303418897154</id><published>2008-05-08T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:14:09.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You know it's time to empty the recycling when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0001-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And this cabinet is about two feet deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Pool-whores unite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We're opening the pool soon.  And I've decided to have a big opening party.  More details to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/12198590-2661294303418897154?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2661294303418897154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2661294303418897154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2661294303418897154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2661294303418897154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-its-time-to-empty-recycling.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7805153043624347452</id><published>2008-04-22T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:12:36.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;29 cent rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jim and I live around the corner from one of several Frozen Custards.  This has been slightly detrimental to my attempt to lose baby weight.  Regardless, I find it nearly impossible not to stop there...well...several times a week for a vanilla coke.  The past two times I have gone, I have been helped by a very...interesting girl.  Sunday I stopped to get my vanilla coke and a cherry coke for Jim.  The total was $4.06.  I gave the girl a ten and a dime.  Easy math, right?  My change should have been $6.04.  The girl handed me $6.00 and no change.  Now I know that it was only four pennies, but it really bothered me.  I decided to let it go.  Then yesterday, I went with my mom an bought three flavored cokes.  One each for her, me and Jim.  The total was $5.01.  This time I gave the same girl my  debit card.  She charged my card $5.26.  There is a sign on the drive-thru window stating that there is a 25 cent fee for all charges UNDER $5.00.  It was $5.01 and she charged me the extra 25 cents.  I let it go...again...but I'm really bothered by that girl.  I don't care if it's 29 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;IT'S THE PRINCIPAL OF THE MATTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I said that just for you, Allison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Stuff and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I have become slightly addicted to YooHoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-My child wants to eat constantly.  Like every hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I need to see a chiropractor.  Steve, you're too far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Canadan and his new wife will be in town this Thursday through Sunday.  Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Aimee and I might have some much needed girl-time this coming Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-My May 1st paycheck is going to be around $5.00.  Yay for un-paid maternity leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Eli is asleep so I must take advantage of it and clean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7805153043624347452?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7805153043624347452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7805153043624347452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7805153043624347452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7805153043624347452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/04/29-cent-rage-jim-and-i-live-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5632839592579096780</id><published>2008-04-10T18:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:31:19.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It' been about two weeks now since Eli came along.  Physically, I'm starting to feel a lot better.  I never thought I'd be thankful to be able to poo without it virtually killing me.  And I've gotten over the hump with nursing as well.  It still doesn't feel good, but it's not constantly painful.  Speaking of which, I've already had to start supplementing with formula.  My very large child has a very large appetite.  I can't keep up.  Actually, it's kind of nice that he's taking it well already.  That means Jim can feed him at least once a day, and I can...well...shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Emotionally, I've had a bit of a rough road.  I think I'm getting past the "baby blues" now, but it's  been a ride.  I know it's all chemical; my hormones are trying to get back to normal.  And Jim's gone on two trips in the two weeks we've been back, which has made it more challenging, but he's back tomorrow.  Hopefully my sanity will return soon as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Having said all that, I am absolutely in love with my child.  He's perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, and I turned 29 this past Monday.  The b-day kind of slipped through the cracks this year, but I had a nice dinner out with my hubby and new baby.  Woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5632839592579096780?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5632839592579096780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5632839592579096780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5632839592579096780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5632839592579096780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/04/healing-it-been-about-two-weeks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2226329254294744711</id><published>2008-04-04T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:47:14.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Eli's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli has his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elijahmichael.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2226329254294744711?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2226329254294744711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2226329254294744711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2226329254294744711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2226329254294744711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/04/elis-place-eli-has-his-own-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7786368575128641299</id><published>2008-03-25T16:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:51:13.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Last blog before baby comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm getting emotional.  Not like all teary-eyed at the thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;of giving birth-emotional, bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;t extreme-emotions emotional.  Like last night, for example.  I managed to fall for something stupid online and was infected with an incredibly hard-to-get-rid-of virus on my old PC.   Not to mention the other 27 viruses and spyware that apparently came along for the ride.  I won't go into my 2-3 hours of anger and crying that followed, just give you the good news: my sister is an IT.  And I just backed up everything on said-PC a couple weeks ago, so we're good to pretty much wipe it clean and re-install everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Then there's today, when Jim was working and got an e-mail that pissed me off.  I literally had to walk around the house to calm myself down.  And it wasn't even to ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I think I'm ready to have this kid.  And tomorrow, that's exactly what we're going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7786368575128641299?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7786368575128641299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7786368575128641299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7786368575128641299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7786368575128641299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-blog-before-baby-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4365297212243446572</id><published>2008-03-22T14:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:25:38.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Never-ending pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I sing that to the tune of "Neverending Story" by the way.  Yes, I am a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So here's the update from my doctor yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-I am dilated about 1.5 cm (finally!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-If he doesn't come naturally, we set an appointment to induce this coming Wednesday.  At 7am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So this time next week, we will have a little boy.  What an incredibly scary thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;As for my body, it's definitely reaching its limits.  I am SO poofy all over.  My hands and feet are constantly swollen, and I'm retaining about a lakes-worth of water.  Even my legs are red and poofy.  Our little boy's head keeps causing sharp pains in my pelvic area, and my right hip gave out very painfully 5 or 6 times yesterday.  I slept with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; a thick pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; between my knees all last night to try to get it back where it belongs.  So far, so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;As much as I'm not looking forward to any pain associated with labor, I've come to the conclusion that it is a fair trade-off for my body slowly going back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4365297212243446572?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4365297212243446572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4365297212243446572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4365297212243446572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4365297212243446572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/03/never-ending-pregnancy-i-sing-that-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1753157607219881439</id><published>2008-03-19T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:59:31.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Uncomfortabl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2 days past and counting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Does anyone know any ways to "naturally" induce/encourage labor other than sex and walking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1753157607219881439?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1753157607219881439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1753157607219881439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1753157607219881439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1753157607219881439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/03/uncomfortabl-e-2-days-past-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4853698224282499886</id><published>2008-03-17T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:36:59.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;St. Patti's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Today is my official due date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And I'm still pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4853698224282499886?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4853698224282499886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4853698224282499886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4853698224282499886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4853698224282499886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4861217043799922043</id><published>2008-03-13T20:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:32:22.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The baby room-start to finis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;First we emptied out the room and taped it off for painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Then we painted the walls a lovely light green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Then we built the crib, moved the dresser into the room, and I emptied out and somewhat sorted all of the stuff from the two baby showers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;After I got most everything put away, we only were waiting on two things-the ladder shelf we ordered and for me to finish recovering the rocking chair my mom gave us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And finally-it is finished!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Now we're just waiting on the little one to decide to be born...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4861217043799922043?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4861217043799922043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4861217043799922043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4861217043799922043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4861217043799922043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-room-start-to-finish-first-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3701258343738203876</id><published>2008-03-06T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:56:22.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Physically, that is.  I'm ready for this baby to come out.  Mobility is definitely something I took for granted.  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;As for actually being prepared, the room is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; ready (pics to come shortly thereafter).  And I still need to pack a bag for the hospital.  Then I'm good to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And just for fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittenwar.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; is a pretty adorable site.  And a good way to waste time :)  Credit goes to Liana for that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And one more thing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I have now watched all of season 2 and 3 of House and the first disc of the first season (some dumb person rented two of the three discs and never returned them).  I've also watched all of the season 4 episodes that are available online.  In addition to this cementing my crush on Hugh Laurie, I am also now huge-ly addicted to the show.  Which is kind of tragic since I don't have cable.  I can watch the new episodes on Fox's website, but I have to wait until they post (8 days after they're televised!!).  And who do I have to thank for this new addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Aaron O'Maley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3701258343738203876?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3701258343738203876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3701258343738203876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3701258343738203876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3701258343738203876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8381279615107037028</id><published>2008-02-28T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:41:16.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a celebrity crush...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm4108686848/nm0491402"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hugh Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't explain why, other than the fact that he's tall, thin, has dark hair and blue eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been renting and going through the series House M.D. I saw one episode on the plane back from Germany, and it intrigued me. I'm certainly not attracted to his character on the show. Gregory House is a cut-throat, tactless, God-less man. So we're talking pretty superficial, looks-based stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However...I just read his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0491402/bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I am impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. I had NO idea he was British. His "American" accent on House is flawless. Like I said...impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8381279615107037028?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8381279615107037028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8381279615107037028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8381279615107037028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8381279615107037028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-celebrity-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5459666742074139621</id><published>2008-02-24T08:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:46:22.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Spoke too soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I was just saying last week how it's amazing that I've not really gotten sick once during this pregnancy. I'd had a low-grade fever a couple times, but that's to be expected with all of the body changes. Well, I started feeling it coming on this past weekend, and I woke up today with body aches, a painful cough, stuffiness and a rough throat. I don't have a fever though! That helps a lot. Looks like it's vitamin &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C and juice like crazy&lt;/span&gt; for me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And speaking of pregnancy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Three weeks to go as of today. And that's if I go full term. As long as I make it one more week, I'll be happy. Jim's on one last unavoidable business trip. He gets back Saturday. We got the baby room &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;prepared this&lt;/span&gt; past weekend so that I could unpack all of our shower gifts and get it all ready while he's gone. He did most of the work, AND he was sick for most of the time-that's how amazing my husband is. He painted, put the crib/changing table together, and moved the dresser into the room. (Side note about the dresser-it's Jim's dresser from growing up. His son will be using the same dresser he did-isn't that kind of cool? I think so...anyway...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The only thing I've craved hard-core in the past couple months is milk. LOTS of milk. And now it's chocolate milk. YUM. And fluids. I just can't seem to get enough to drink. I've even hardly been drinking soda, I'm that thirsty all the time. I don't want to make myself thirstier. Jim said that I am with fluids like an SUV is with gas. It's true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And speaking of fluids...I go to bed every night with stiff, swollen feet.  And wake up with stiff, swollen hands.  Something odd going on &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;My total weight gained now is 38 pounds. I can't really figure out where it's gone other than my belly. Maybe a bit in my bum and legs. But not much. I hope it goes away quickly after the birth...Both my mom and sister went down a size after their first babies, so maybe I have those genes...I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;definitely uncomfortable. Boys are carried high in general, but I'm convinced he's made a home for himself in my ribcage. He's very active, which is both fun AND painful at times. I'm really getting to the point where I'm ready to have him. But not for at least a week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll post pics of the baby room soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5459666742074139621?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5459666742074139621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5459666742074139621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5459666742074139621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5459666742074139621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/02/spoke-too-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-4450723061418086070</id><published>2008-02-21T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:29:19.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Ants in my pants...literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Danielle, I feel your pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;My house is being invaded by little black devils.  Ants.  When Jim and I arrived home a week and a half ago from our trip, we discovered our pantry was being ravaged by ants.  We thought it was an isolated thing and our fault since we had a bit of open food in there.   So I killed and scoured and sprayed and &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I'd taken care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Until a few dozen showed up in the office.  And then by the stove.  And then IN the muffin pans I used to make breakfast (that's right, kids; I discovered them &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; I'd baked them to death).  And then  in the &lt;em&gt;laundry&lt;/em&gt; room of all places.  Every time, I sprayed and cleaned the buggers up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And then I saw some more.  The last straw was when I was sitting in the hallway and I felt a little sting on my bum.  WRONG MOVE BUDDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;They. Must. All. Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I called the exterminator.  They said that I most likely have a nest in the wall somewhere, and that they will keep showing up until the nest is destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Things NOT to tell a pregnant woman who is currently in the nesting phase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So they're coming out in about a week to poisen them all.  And you know what?  I don't feel bad about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-4450723061418086070?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4450723061418086070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=4450723061418086070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4450723061418086070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/4450723061418086070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/02/ants-in-my-pants.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5177593838363199735</id><published>2008-02-16T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:51:00.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The laptop I use is Jim's old Dell from work. By the time they gave him a new one, this one was so old that they were just going to throw it away. He asked if he could keep it and they said they didn't care since it was junk to them. He gave it to me since it would serve my basic needs. This is the computer I've been using for over a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Recently...well, actually for a while now, it has been having random issues every now and then. The newest thing is it wanting to scan the drive every time I turn it on. Something about "FAT32". I don't understand why (nor do I really care to), but I just have a feeling it's on it's last leg. So today, like a good and paranoid buisness woman, I backed up ALL of my buisness files, all of my photos, and, well heck-even the My Documents folder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now if my laptop chooses to go, I can bid it farewell a little more easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5177593838363199735?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5177593838363199735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5177593838363199735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5177593838363199735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5177593838363199735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/02/paranoia-laptop-i-use-is-jims-old-dell.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8520980235535446088</id><published>2008-02-14T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:17:34.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couldn't have said it better myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://info.org.il/irrelevant/may02-smilepop-soapbox4.swf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://info.org.il/irrelevant/may02-smilepop-soapbox4.swf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the thing is, I STILL get these stupid forwards from people.  People I actually consider intelligent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8520980235535446088?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8520980235535446088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8520980235535446088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8520980235535446088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8520980235535446088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/02/couldnt-have-said-it-better-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2978690101957734081</id><published>2008-02-07T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:25:35.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Germany is...not Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I've been in Germany for almost 24 hours now, and the city we are staying in is not nearly as accomidating when it comes to speaking English.  I've had to use a bit of German just out of desperation.  Maybe that's a good thing.  At any rate it's hard for me, as a stubborn American, to get used to the idea that not everyone can understand my language.  I think this is good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Actually, just being in Europe has given me quite a view of how self-absorbed Americans really are.  I've been watching CNN a lot (one of the only English channels here), and when they say they are reviewing "world news" it really is WORLD news.  Not just mostly American news with a few other things thrown in.  I really love the diversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Holland is so full of tourists and other cultures, that English does kind of serve as a universal language, which was really convienient.  But here in Dassau, if you don't know at least a little German, you're stuck.  Actually, as I am writing this, I am trying to figure out how we're going to get clean towels in our room, seeing as how the housekeeper just walked in, saw me, apologized, and left.  I instinctually said, "no, come on in!", and then realized pretty quickly that she had no idea what I'd just said.  DANG it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;speaking of quandries, I've found&lt;/span&gt; that (at least in Germany and Holland), hotels are not nearly as generous with their internet access.  When I was in Holland, our hotel had two computers in the lobby available for use.  That's how I was able to blog last time.  But if we wanted access in our room, we had to pay $9.30 in Euro for 90 minutes.  That's about $18.00 US for an hour and a half.  WOW.  I'm a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;little luckier&lt;/span&gt; here.  It's only $13 Euro for 24 hours.  That I could justify.  Of course, my main reason for purchasing the use of the internet is so that I can log into our system at the store and work.  I have SO much to do.  I don't have much of a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm paying to work.  While on vacation.  I must be crazy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2978690101957734081?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2978690101957734081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2978690101957734081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2978690101957734081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2978690101957734081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/02/germany-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-8787203687992057834</id><published>2008-02-04T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:58:51.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in Holland, yo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip so far has been WONderful.  Jim and I arrived at around 8:30am Sunday morning (that's 2:30am Lafayette time).  We spent the whole day walking and driving around.  He's been here twice before, so he was able to get us around with no problems.  He's amazing when it comes to traveling.  Once he's been a place just one time, he can find his way around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of just yesterday, Jim and I saw the following things in Amsterdam (where we spent the majority of the day):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Anne Frank House-it's now a museum.  This was a powerful, tear-jerking experience.&lt;br /&gt;-The "Old Church".  It's right in the middle of the Red Light District.  And still an active church!&lt;br /&gt;-An old castle (I can't remember the name).  It was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;-The Sex Museum.  Yes, I went to the sex museum.  I had to.  I was in AMSTERDAM.  It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;-And of course...the Red Light District.  We walked around shortly after dark, so it wasn't as active as it could have been, but it was already totally hoppin.  Here is my observation: it's not as racy as some people believe.  Yes, there are prostitutes all over, but they're not by any means "on the corners".  They are more like living advertisments.  They stand in their doors and windows (which have red-lights over them, henceforth the name), and the men simply choose whether or not to buy some time with them.  And everything is negotiable.  I saw two men negotiating at two different times.  I also saw three men leaving rooms at different points.  If their curtain is pulled in their window or door, they are working.  If not, they stand there in skimpy little pretty things advertising. And believe me, it's not like a Victoria's Secret catalog.  Most of the women I saw were pretty.  Only a couple were "hot".  And there were several...bigger girls.  I guess there's something for everyone.  That's probably the idea.  There were also several different races.  Like I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another misconception about this district is the concentration of women.  This area is actually several blocks in size and contains a lot of actual buisneses other than the women.  Yes, some are geared toward sex (toy shops and sex shows), but there are actually totally normal busineses within the area.  The women are spread out over the area (and more concentrated in the alleys)  There's even a whole block or two that is a local China Town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to take into consideration that, within this culture, this is normal and has been for several hundred years.  The only people walking through with any sort of fascination were tourists.  One has to walk through the area to get to pretty much any area in Amsterdam, and not a lot of people drive, so it's a part of daily life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me a bit sad to think of any woman making sex her career, although I did not see a single woman who looked like they didn't like what they were doing.  I guess that act just means so much to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better get going.  I must eat something.  The little one is kicking me.  Either he's hungry or just...well...bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-8787203687992057834?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8787203687992057834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=8787203687992057834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8787203687992057834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/8787203687992057834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-in-holland-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5742708757502408437</id><published>2008-01-24T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:53:45.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something random&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I've always been fascinated with how cars work.  Especially the inter-workings of the engine.  It's actually really nice that I have Jim, because he is a bottomless pit of information when it comes to this subject.  We have had hours upon hours on conversations where he's explained the various parts of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;automobiles to me and&lt;/span&gt; how they work together.  He's even taught me how to change my own oil.  I'm a visual person, and I loved being under my car looking at everything and how it was connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The reason I'm even mentioning all this is because I've noticed my car not slipping into gear like it should.  I asked Jim if it could be the transmission, and he said it was most likely the fluid (since I haven't had it changed...well...EVER...and I got the car in 2001).  I decided to add that to my list of things to check on my car (in addition to oil level, air in the tires) before my trip to Canada tomorrow, and I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aa1car.com/library/atf.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;this article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; about ATF (automatic transmission fluid) that is perhaps the most user-friendly and easy to understand step by step ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Is it nerdy that I want to print it out to make sure I remember everything I learned from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5742708757502408437?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5742708757502408437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5742708757502408437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5742708757502408437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5742708757502408437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-3547585999896061982</id><published>2008-01-22T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:44:24.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22788914/?GT1=10755"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Rest in Peace, Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;.  I hope you are surrounded with true joy and happiness now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;This tragedy makes my heart sad.  Not just because it's an actor I admired, but &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because this kind of thing happens&lt;/span&gt; every day.  To the famous and the unknown.  Why can't everyone just die of old age in their sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Today's joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Today at my doctor's appointment,  the doctor was trying to find our little boy's heartbeat through my belly.  He'd just get to where he'd find it, and our little boy would lash out and hit it.  It was so cute.  I'd hear *woosh woosh woosh BASH*.   And then I'd laugh and distort everything.  This went on for several minutes.  I kind of joked that he didn't like being crowded, and the doctor said, "no, he just wants to play".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;How adorable is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-3547585999896061982?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3547585999896061982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=3547585999896061982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3547585999896061982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/3547585999896061982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5742108902808574722</id><published>2008-01-18T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:21:44.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Forced to be social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tend to get a bit reclusive when Jim's out of town. I don't know why, because I love to go out and spend time with my friends. I think maybe it's a security thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;But my friends and family are making sure I get out of the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Wednesday night, a couple of friends from work and I hung out, ate dinner, and watched the second half of the American Idol tryouts. It's so hard for me to watch the people who can't sing. I get so embarrassed for them. I can't look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Then last night, my mama invited me over for dinner (fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, and corn on the cob-yum!) and I finally got to play my dad in some pool (he got a pool table for Christmas). The food was delicious and I beat my dad. It was a good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight, the new show I love is on (&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/moonlight/"&gt;Moonlight&lt;/a&gt;). It's kind of odd, but I am really into it. I think it's my obsession with vampires. Or maybe it's my obsession with the tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed lead actor. Either way, there's a new episode on tonight, which, in a world where the writers' strike may go on forever, is a very valuable thing. The man playing the lead is Australian (or so I've read). I would love to hear him talk without the "American" accent sometime. Aussie is by far my favourite accent. Do you ever get used to it, &lt;a href="http://www.kathedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5742108902808574722?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5742108902808574722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5742108902808574722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5742108902808574722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5742108902808574722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/forced-to-be-social-i-tend-to-get-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-7706709999324385634</id><published>2008-01-15T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:24:39.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snippets of sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-Today, I got an e-mail from the passport people letting me know my passport had been processed and was on its way back to me. Since I payed to have it overnighted, that means it will be here Thursday at the latest. HUGE sigh of relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-Not only did I book one wedding today (a.k.a. received a retainer check), I mailed out contracts to two other brides who want me and plan on returning those contracts with checks. I have three more who have had me tentatively "hold" dates as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-Jim called me earlier and we talked for over a half hour. You have to understand, Jim's not a big phone-talker. He did that just for me. My husband is &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus, his phone has been receiving most of my texts again. Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-I'm getting caught up at work. This is just good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-I'm ready (I think) for my big meeting tomorrow with the tax guy. If I calculated correctly, my business will take a loss for its first year. That sounds bad, but in the tax world, that's good, or so I've been told. We'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-God has given me amazing friends.&lt;/span&gt; I'm thankful for all of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-7706709999324385634?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7706709999324385634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=7706709999324385634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7706709999324385634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/7706709999324385634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/snipets-of-sunshine-today-i-got-e-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1062739298218534971</id><published>2008-01-14T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:52:10.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-I'm dealing with some recurring anger issues toward a friend (nobody who reads this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-I just finished advertising at The Bridal Fair this past weekend, and am following up with a TON of leads, which is good, but have had several brides e-mail me asking about my website and why it's not working.  There is a good reason for this; it's not up yet.  And I might be losing potential business because it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-I have been praying hardcore for a close friend for some really serious crap, and it's been on my heart constantly for about three weeks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-Jim's trip to Thailand and Bangladesh just got extended by another whole week because they figure since he's "in the area" he should go to Australia.  He'll now be gone for a total of almost three weeks.  That's the longest since I met him, 3 1/2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-We have several bills that will come due before Jim gets home.  I can't PAY them, because Jim has the laptop we use to balance our account and actually see how much we have to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-Jim's fancy new Blackberry does not get reception in Asia, so I'm basically cut off from him.  He can call and text me, but I can't reply or call him back.  I'm helpless here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-I am in my eighth month of pregnancy now and am NOT comfortable and starting to deal with a CRAP load more emotions, which magnifies everything on this list by about 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-I just realized TODAY that I sent in for a new passport for the trip to Europe but somehow managed to forget that I NEED IT TO GET TO CANADA ONE WEEK FROM FRIDAY.  I've only been promising to photograph Dan's wedding for months.  There's a number I can call if I haven't received it yet, but I have to wait til within 1 week of travel. (Why?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My house is a mess and I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to clean it or even get motivated since&lt;/span&gt; I've been working every day since he left including weekends and will be continuing to do so through February 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-Jim doesn't even know if he can get home before Dan's wedding; he might have to fly into Toronto and meet me there...that is, assuming I &lt;em&gt;can even get into the country&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Whenever I think about it, it's hard to breathe.  I just feel overwhelmed and &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;.  I want to curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  And then sleep until it all goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1062739298218534971?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1062739298218534971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1062739298218534971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1062739298218534971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1062739298218534971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/overwhelmed-because-im-dealing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-1298322784796050207</id><published>2008-01-10T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:56:11.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Recovering from PC hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Actually, the hate will probably always be there.  There are at least two more chapters to the saga, but let's just say I'm working my way around the inept-ness of PCs.  That, and when Jim and I went to Best Buy recently, an hour long chat with an employee and fellow Mac lover served as an adequate catharsis for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jim is in Thailand again.  This is his fourth trip there, and this time he's swinging by Bangladesh on his way home.  Woot for him!  He really enjoys travelling as part of his job.  And I'm thankful he gets to experience so much.  And I'm really excited to let everyone in blog-ville know this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I get to go with him on his next trip!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;It is the first full week in February (the 3rd to the 10th), and we'll be going to Holland and Germany. (I'll finally get to go there, Aimee!)  And unlike our two former attempts, this trip cannot be cancelled.  There are people coming from all over the world to meet in Holland these days specifically.  It's quite the big deal for his company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And before anyone asks, YES, I asked my doctor.  I will still be in my 8th month at that point, and the doc said that since I've had a perfectly healthy pregnancy, the risk is really low.  He said that if I did go into labor, it wouldn't be because I flew somewhere.  It would be because it was going to happen anyway.  The doc said it's unlikely at that point anyway (6 weeks early).  But we'll be in two major cities mostly anyway, so I feel secure in their facilities if that does happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm excited.  EEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Other than that, I'm just getting ready for the Bridal Show this weekend.  My display is going to be much better this year.  I'm going to have a banner, really professional business cards, and best of all, a slide show of my work on a wide-screen monitor.  It's going to look much better than last years...much more professional and modern.  I'm looking forward to it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope I'm not bored...last year was quite the test of my attention span.  Well, I pretty much failed the test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;OK, must get back to work now.  I have a lot to do.  And I want some chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-1298322784796050207?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1298322784796050207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=1298322784796050207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1298322784796050207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/1298322784796050207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/recovering-from-pc-hate-actually-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-5311483158832089583</id><published>2008-01-06T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:05:41.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Ode to the PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Your freeze up for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Your programs cannot share files or communicate with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hell, some programs can't even recognize their own files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyone attempting to do anything media related with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Would be better off blowing their brains out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Than wasting any portion of their lives trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate your guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I want you to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want my MacBook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-5311483158832089583?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5311483158832089583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=5311483158832089583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5311483158832089583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/5311483158832089583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/ode-to-pc-your-freeze-up-for-no-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2114784810199078335</id><published>2007-12-29T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:49:31.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007, year-end review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1st: Celebrated New Years in Tennesee with Allison, Aaron, Josh and Andrea&lt;br /&gt;March 8th: Got engaged&lt;br /&gt;June 1st: Got married&lt;br /&gt;June 2nd: Left for honeymoon in Jamaica, and got my first stamp in my passport!&lt;br /&gt;June 16th: Partied at the big reception&lt;br /&gt;June 20-somethingth: Got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;July 14th-ish: Took home pregnancy test; found out we were pregnant&lt;br /&gt;July 18th: Blood test confirmed we were pregnant&lt;br /&gt;July 19th: Practically deafened by mother-in-law's scream when we told her we were pregnant&lt;br /&gt;July 21st: Master's reunion-mucho fun!&lt;br /&gt;August 18th-19th: Drove to a race in Ohio that got rained out and ran out of gas twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;August somethingth: Had 10-year high-school reunion.  It was boring.&lt;br /&gt;September: Fred the spider came into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;October: Nurtured/took care of Fred for most of the month due to pregnancy-induced psychosis.&lt;br /&gt;November: Lost Jim to the light show prep for most of this month; belly started showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;November 22nd: Hosted Thanksgiving at our place.  No comment...(Aimee was there...)&lt;br /&gt;December 3rd: Light show up and running for the first night&lt;br /&gt;December 15th: Puppies got out for 19 hours &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and we spent&lt;/span&gt; the day in Hell&lt;br /&gt;December 24th-25th: Had Christmas with both families &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve this year is going to be WONderful. But I'm not saying why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I prefer my toilet paper to go &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; and shoelaces to be laced &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt;. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2114784810199078335?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2114784810199078335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2114784810199078335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2114784810199078335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2114784810199078335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-year-end-review-january-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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-12198590.post-2496231697866063144</id><published>2007-12-22T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:44:56.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Recovering from the exhaustion and soreness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;It's been a week now, and the puppies are at about 98%.  Bo is still limping occasionally, but I'm sure he's going to be OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Bo-the day after they came home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sammi chose to warm herself by the light of the Christmas tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa121/peaceern/DSC_0008A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;SO thankful they are home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198590-2496231697866063144?l=facingforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2496231697866063144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198590&amp;postID=2496231697866063144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2496231697866063144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198590/posts/default/2496231697866063144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facingforward.blogspot.com/2007/12/recovering-from-exhaustion-and-soreness.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><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></feed>
