<?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-8341469072589857520</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:39:17.014-05:00</updated><category term='new beginnings'/><category term='in sickness and health'/><category term='dog show commercials'/><category term='tv'/><category term='undereducated'/><category term='farming blogs I visit'/><category term='pizza and family'/><category term='Verizon Fios TV'/><category term='VD meal'/><category term='movies'/><category term='garbage cans'/><category term='The Happy Period'/><title type='text'>Just Jean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3808148519093559213</id><published>2009-01-25T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:57:08.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bat mitzvah</title><content type='html'>Tonight my son went to his first Bat Mitzvah.  Around here these things are like weddings.  It's amazing.  The invitation was engraved and stated "black tie optional".  So that meant we had to get him a nice suit.  Good lord.  Since he is growing so darn much he needed new shoes, a new shirt and a tie too.  But he looked great.  He didn't get home till midnight and had lost his voice.  From what little he told me, he danced and got 8 hugs!  Yeah, he actually counted them.  I guess he had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore all black...except for his tie.  I did NOT pick out the tie.  He choose a bright orange one.  I love his sense of individuality, but orange?  It makes me almost glad he'll out grow this outfit in a week or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-3808148519093559213?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3808148519093559213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3808148519093559213&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3808148519093559213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3808148519093559213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/bat-mitzvah.html' title='bat mitzvah'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-253852380755493104</id><published>2009-01-22T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:38:39.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>martha stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it was a long day and I'm exhausted.  I think I'm seriously allergic to getting up early!  I have been sneezing and sniffy and blowing my nose all day.  I now look like rudolph.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it into the city just in perfect time.  We only stood outside for about 20 minutes.  Not too bad.  They then have you sit in a large room waiting for the late comers.  We then were sent up stairs to the studio.  We were seated to the extreme left of the stage and we didn't make any appearances on the show.  Oh well.  Martha lost her voice just a few minutes on and they had to quickly go to a commercial.  After some hot tea with honey she continued on.  Sigorney Weaver was the guest of the day.  She looks great by the way.  She is promoting her new LifeTime Special movie.  They mad some sort of chicken dish with couscous.  The next segment was on antiques and was interesting.  The she had someone come in and demo some yoga movements.  The last segment was another quick dessert using oat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A the end of the show we were given a baseball cap from the inauguration.  We all received to magazine and a large amount of various Quark er Oats products.  I'll be using all of them.  Martha's Must Have of the Day was a exercise jacket and everyone in the audience received a gift card to by one on line.  I believe she said it was worth $100.00  If was very fast paced and ran very smoothly.  She came out after the taping and apologized for her froggy thoart,  She wouldn't be taken any questions and we were then escorted down stairs to pick up on products.  It was a good day and I would definitely go again,&lt;/span&gt;  It took a couple of trys to get the tickets so don't get upset, just keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-253852380755493104?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/253852380755493104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=253852380755493104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/253852380755493104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/253852380755493104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/martha-stewart.html' title='martha stewart'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-4647752141357853161</id><published>2009-01-22T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:23:59.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me and martha</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will drive into the city to go see Martha.  I can't wait.  I am a little nervous about going into the big bad city.  I only live a few miles from NYC but I don't go in very often.  It's too crowded and dirty.  I do like the plays, the museums and the restaurants though.  And tomorrow I'm going to love Martha.  I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-4647752141357853161?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4647752141357853161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=4647752141357853161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4647752141357853161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4647752141357853161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-martha.html' title='me and martha'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-2922057320127659808</id><published>2009-01-18T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:00:56.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>Are you watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Inauguration&lt;/span&gt; Ceremony?  It is wonderful.  I've cried and laughed and it's only been an hour.  I can't wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.  I never thought I would live to see a black man voted to President.  I'm so proud of America.  God Bless us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-2922057320127659808?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2922057320127659808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=2922057320127659808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2922057320127659808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2922057320127659808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-8488248148433557273</id><published>2009-01-17T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:04:49.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful</title><content type='html'>I've tried to write this post multiple times but it keeps coming out wrong.  First I sound so whiny I want to slap myself.  Then I come out sounding like Susie Sunshine and again want to slap myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it just sits here waiting for the right amount of ... something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the news reports about the plane that crash landed in the Hudson?  Talk about a miracle!  It is amazing.  When you think about all the things that could have gone wrong (OK, besides the whole crash landing) it is amazing that everyone survived.   I think the whole crew and every passenger just played their parts perfectly.  In this day and age, miracles are sorely needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is still sick but getting better.  The coughing fits are down and he seems to be sleeping better.  I'm so glad we have insurance, between the 3 visits and the 4 different prescriptions we would be broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down today and just adding it all up.  Just the doctors visits would have been $252!  That's so much money.  There are so many people out there who can't afford to take their sick kid to the doctor and that makes me ill.  I've been very lucky to have the insurance and the money to pay for things.  We may not get new coats, or go on vacations but we have the basics covered.  And with the cold weather here, I'm even more grateful for what we have.  We have a home, heat, running water, lots of blankets and clothing.  Things that others just don't have right now.  I can go to Shop Rite and buy the basics and honestly, a few extras.  I don't have to stand there and decide which meal is going to be the best priced and last the longest.  I am getting whiny again, so I'm off to bed.  Tomorrow I will put on my rose colored glasses and try to see the good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hug your kids, kiss your mates, and keep moving forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-8488248148433557273?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8488248148433557273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=8488248148433557273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8488248148433557273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8488248148433557273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/grateful.html' title='grateful'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-2821539520761077957</id><published>2009-01-08T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:52:39.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>Let's start with my Dad.  He went to the cardiologist and is doing great.  So great that he doesn't have to go back to see him for a full year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my stitches taken out and survived.  I know.  It was close.  It was just a bonus when the doctor told me that the results showed he had gotten all the bad, bad cells.  I don't have to go back for three months.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went for my 6 month follow-up mammo (could this week get any better?).  I am fine (but my boobs seem a little flat right now) and don't have to go back for a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes this week wouldn't be complete without a visit to the OB/GYN tomorrow!  I just can't wait for this week to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-2821539520761077957?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2821539520761077957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=2821539520761077957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2821539520761077957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2821539520761077957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-5063840191808410977</id><published>2009-01-04T23:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:22:06.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow my son goes back to school!  Did you hear that noise?  No?  I think he is in bed crying (just kidding).  Actually he has a cough and is hacking his brains out.  Tomorrow should be fun trying to get him up and out on time.  But then the rest of the day is all mine.  The piles of laundry are begging to be cleaned, folded and put away.  And the dust bunnies are gathering in mass under the couch, they are planning a coup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-5063840191808410977?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5063840191808410977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=5063840191808410977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5063840191808410977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5063840191808410977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-2818358000873295149</id><published>2009-01-03T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:35:36.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>free time</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last two hours doing absolutely nothing.  Yup.  And I'm damn proud of it.  You see Mr. Crankypants took my son snow tubing.  They just called and want the hot chocolate ready in 10 minutes.  I guess they are cold - LOL.  It is 27 degrees outside and up on the mountain it must have been even colder.  Gotta go, they are home already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-2818358000873295149?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2818358000873295149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=2818358000873295149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2818358000873295149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2818358000873295149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-time.html' title='free time'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1345625143629869910</id><published>2009-01-02T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:10:45.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches</title><content type='html'>So, would anyone like to go with me to get my stitches removed?  I have a 2pm appointment on Tuesday and I'm looking for some company.  I already asked my Mom but she has jury duty.  Now, I am normally not a sissy about stitches (the removing part anyway) but these are on my back and I know there are over 10 of them.  It's the fact that I can't see them that has me freaking out.  So, you want to come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if I told you that I had to get the stitches because I had a mole removed?  And it was precancerous?  And it really hurt when they stuck me with the numbing needles?  Really, really hurt?  Would that change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are heartless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-1345625143629869910?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1345625143629869910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1345625143629869910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1345625143629869910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1345625143629869910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/stitches.html' title='Stitches'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-5172970494804214258</id><published>2008-06-23T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:32:38.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my Dad</title><content type='html'>My Dad went into the hospital on Wednesday for an angio something or other.  (I hope you're not here to learn any sort of medical knowledge!)  The test revealed that there was a blockage or thinning of the artery.  He would be getting a new aortic valve and bypass!  Oh joy.  He went into surgery on Thursday morning.  He did fine.  I went to see him that night and he was sedated.  He looked so old (he's only 67) and so pale.  But his heart was working and things were going just as planned.  On Saturday when I went to see him, he was sitting in a chair!  He was talking and coherent.  He was in a lot of pain but he was doing good.  It's been down hill since then.  His heart started dropping beats then racing wildly.  It freaked him out which in turn caused his heart to do it all over again.  They finally got it back to a normal rhythm with new medications.  But the damage to his positive out look was shot.  He has now developed something called ICU Psychosis.  What is does to the mind is horrible.  He is experiencing hallucinations.  They are very real to him.  They've tried to calm him with yet more medication but it isn't helping.  The only relief he seems to get is from my mother.  She has been amazing.  As long as she is sitting next to him, her hand on his arm or leg, he is able to sense that he is safe.  When he opens his eyes she is there and is able to calm him down.  It is so frightening to see him like this.  And it scares him too.  He's asked us not to come back for a few days.  My mom went home tonight to get some sleep but she'll be back there in a few hours.  So while his heart is OK, and his mind will be back to normal soon, I will never be the same.  I have aged so much in the last few days.  My mother should be up for sainthood.  I'm going to bed and cry myself to sleep.  Crying is good for you sometimes.  I hope tonight is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-5172970494804214258?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5172970494804214258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=5172970494804214258&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5172970494804214258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5172970494804214258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-on-my-dad.html' title='Update on my Dad'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-5795956234871498812</id><published>2008-06-07T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:40:06.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that our neighbors have moved out?  Yup.  For a while they were looking for a new house but everything is so expensive here.  Last year they decided to do an addition.  One thing led to another and they instead decided to tear down their house and rebuild another one.  So for the next 6 months they'll be living in a two bedroom apartment nearby.  I miss them already.  It's going to be a long summer without their daughters here.  The girls are older then my son and they treat him like a brother.  He loves them and is already mopping around, complaining and calling them every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are expecting to be hit by a heat wave.  It's supposed to go into the high 90's and be very humid.  My hair is freaking out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is finally ending.  The Lacrosse season that is.  I'm not sure who is more excited, the kids or parents.  The team hasn't won many games.  OK, they haven't won more then one.  Maybe next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-5795956234871498812?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5795956234871498812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=5795956234871498812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5795956234871498812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5795956234871498812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7792703438265853553</id><published>2008-06-06T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:00:30.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I finally know how to do links I thought I would show you what my son is doing.  Go to  &lt;a href="http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/shavee_info.html?ParticipantKey=2008%7C34270=blank"&gt;St.Baldrick's&lt;/a&gt; and see why I am so proud of him.   He is only a few weeks away from being bald again and he can't wait.  He never has hair and not having cut it for 6 months is torture for him.  Can I just tell you that I like it long but he really needs to learn how to brush it or something!  It's a mess, sticking out, curling, and it looks like he has constant bed head at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my dad has finally decided to have the heart surgery.  He went into NYC for a second opinion and the doctor told him it had to be done....sooner rather then later.  He went to the surgeon on Wednesday and he is now scheduled for surgery on June 19.  He'll go in on June 18 for testing and the surgery will be done the following morning.  It's supposed to last 4 hours and then he'll be in ICU for at least 2 days following that he'll be in a cardiac room for a week.  Now if everything goes smoothly he be sent home.  But if there are any problems he go to a cardiac rehab place for a while.  My mom is doing so much better then I expected.  She'll be strong for him and when it's over she'll be a basket case.  I'm hoping that everything goes smoothly and that he stays healthy enough for the surgery to take place.  Say a little prayer for him (and a big one for my mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now own a lawn mower and a weed wacker.  I'm not sure why (we needed the weed wacker) but I'm just happy Mr. Crankypants is taking care of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7792703438265853553?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7792703438265853553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7792703438265853553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7792703438265853553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7792703438265853553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-that-i-finally-know-how-to-do-links.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-5874302608223885536</id><published>2008-06-04T22:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:11:18.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected expenses</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a long week and it's only Thursday.  It's also been a very expensive week.  I just left a comment on &lt;a href="http://aprildphillips.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;April's Blog &lt;/a&gt;  (did you see how I did that?  I learned how to link!)  Any way, I mentioned that my mom always told me that things come in 3s.  I hope it's true.  First it was the dehumidifier, the lawn mower was next and last but certainly not least, the central AC.  I could live with out the lawn mower, our neighbor has offered to let us use his.  I could maybe live without the dehumidifier but if the rains come back we're screwed.  However, I can not live with out the AC.  I am hot already and it's only in the 80's.  Of course Mr. Crankypants could care less about the AC.  He's at work all day and comes home just to sleep (or so it seems).  I'm the one stuck here.  The swim club isn't open during the week yet, that won't happen till the end of the month.  And I don't think the water is even warm there until August.  I'll never make it that long.  So I've got a few people coming out to give me an estimate and I'm crossing my fingers that I won't have to sell my son.  Cause I'm not opposed to doing just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-5874302608223885536?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5874302608223885536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=5874302608223885536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5874302608223885536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5874302608223885536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/unexpected-expenses.html' title='Unexpected expenses'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6156731345631144379</id><published>2008-05-13T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:53:41.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>My stomach is in knots.  The news photos of the earthquake victims is horrible.  What brings it even closer to home is my son.  His best friend (since Pre-K) is Chinese.  His entire extended family still live in China.  His Dad has been back there for a year now, leaving his wife and two kids in the US.  His Dad was working for a US company in the states but they transferred him to China (for his language skills).  Rather they uproot his kids he went back by himself and has to stay for another year.  I wonder how he is doing?  Is he OK?  And the rest of the family, are they OK?  I know how I feel with my father being sick and just a few states away from me.  How must this wife be feeling with her husband and family literally on the other side of the world?  My thoughts and prayers go out to all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-6156731345631144379?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6156731345631144379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6156731345631144379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6156731345631144379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6156731345631144379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/05/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7876077325863026502</id><published>2008-05-13T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:48:44.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my father</title><content type='html'>My parents drove down to Florida, stopping to visit friends and family on their way down.  They stayed in Fl. for 3 weeks.  Then they went to SC to stay with family for a week.  The day they were to leave my father became ill.  He made it to my aunt house and then went to the ER.  He was vomiting, running fever of 103 to 104, he was dehydrated, had stomach pains and a host of other problems.  They started an IV and pumped fluids into him.  They gave him shots to stop the vomiting and another to stop the diarrhea.  That was last night.  They let him leave and he and my mom are staying there till Wednesday.  As long as he is feeling better they will continue to drive to Fredricksberg for Wednesday and then come home from there on Thursday.  Of course if he falls ill again then now of this will matter.  Because they don't want us to worry they have kept us out of the information loop.  I'm not happy about this.  But short of driving down there myself, there isn't much I can do.  I hate it.  I certainly hope he comes home and admits himself to the hospital for the heart surgery.  Just do it and get it done.  Hey, I can wish can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7876077325863026502?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7876077325863026502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7876077325863026502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7876077325863026502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7876077325863026502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-father.html' title='my father'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1580404585251445604</id><published>2008-05-12T00:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:22:25.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farming blogs I visit'/><title type='text'>good farm sites to visit</title><content type='html'>http://www.foodiefarmgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit this site and fall in love with her farm.  She has lambs, dogs, cats,and she recently add two new puppies.  She posts all sorts of daily cutie news photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other site is more about the gardening and her recipes which are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://inmykitchengarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/luna-moth-love-book-giveaway-win-copy.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-1580404585251445604?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1580404585251445604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1580404585251445604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1580404585251445604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1580404585251445604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-fram-sites-to-visit.html' title='good farm sites to visit'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-846430547440978140</id><published>2008-05-11T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:56:03.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Well it's been a while since I posted anything.  I &lt;/span&gt;apologize&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to my conscious.  I'd &lt;/span&gt;apologize&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to my readers but I don't have any and thank god for that.  Don't get me wrong.  I love to read blogs.  It's how I spend my day, peeking into the lives of other &lt;/span&gt;blogger&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  However, I hate to write about my own.  It takes too long.  I hate how I sound.  Trust me, I'm funnier in real life but in blogging land, I can't do it.  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't go to Virginia over spring break.  Instead my son and I went to Fort Meyers, Florida to visit my parents.  They rented a gorgeous house right on the canal.  We saw dolphins, manatees, sting rays and lots of fish.  My son was thrilled to go fishing.  He is a pro, catching something every time he casted out.  I didn't catch a thing!  My dad caught a sting ray, which was very exciting.  They released every thing they caught which was a good thing as none of us wanted to eat them.  We hung out at the house (which had a pool - bonus).  It was a quiet and relaxing 5 days.  I would never fly out of LaGuardia airport again.  What a nightmare.  And Delta, it's no prize either.  But the airfare was cheap enough to get us down there so beggars can't be choosers I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spring is finally here.  Everything is green.  I love it.  After a wet winter I was beginning to think that it would never ever be summer with all of its lushness.  The birds have returned and are loving our bird feeder.  Now I just have to get a bird bath and they will be in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to see my OB/GYN a few weeks ago.  I had put it off for too long.  They now do a PAP Smear and a HPV test.  Oh and lest I forget, they do a rectal exam too.  Oh happy days.  So while I passed the PAP I failed the HPV and I have to have a colposcopy next Friday.  I'm trying to stay in my happy place but it's not working out very well.  The test takes a half hour and isn't very pleasant.  But it needs to be done so I'm trying to be brave.  NOT.  The MD also suggested a mamo which wasn't too bad.  But I failed that as well and I have to go back in 6 months for another one.  Again, the happy place isn't too happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is winding down for my son.  He is looking forward to time off and I'm looking for tranquilizers.  One of us isn't going to alive come September.  I'm hoping he'll manage to annoy me enough so I can send him to live with my sister.  Let her deal with these teen hormones.  It's like nothing I've ever dealt with.  One minute he is sweet, loving, hugging me, and in a split sec he has turned into the HULK.  He has a smart mouth and I'm finding it hard to let him have a say in things while at the same time cringing when he talks.  I know it's a phase and in a few years he'll calm down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom and dad are due back next week.  After that he will be meeting with the Md's to discuss the heart surgery and maybe even back surgery.  He's a weak as a kitten and it is frustrating him.  It's scary to see how much motor action he has lost and in such a short time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am still trying to grow my hair.  Trying to get the bangs long enough to put the behind my ears.  So far it's slow going.  But in a month or two I be ready for the next stage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to start walking around town.  I need to loose a bit of weight.  OK, a lot of weight.  And walking is something that even klutzy me can handle.  I let you know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr CrankyPants is working 2 jobs.  7 days a week 12 hour shifts.  Yes,  I have to visit my happy place yet again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lacrosse is in full swing.  I predict a long loosing season.  But next year the kids are going to be pushed and pulled by two new young coaches.  They really seem to know how to run a tight team.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The swim club opens at the end of May.  I'm very exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to see Iron Man movie.  I highly recommend it.  It was a movie for the family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next we'll be seeing a car movie, whose name I can't remember.  Oh well.  Is it called Speed Racer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So well be busy going to the florist and picking plants that will look good and will hopefully attract butterflies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know that many &lt;/span&gt;blogger&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; are getting their yards all set up and I can't wait to see the photos.  Others are still busy birthing lambs, puppies, cattle and horses.  Live is everywhere out there.  You just have to look around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And last but not &lt;/span&gt;least&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  Happy Mother's Day to my mom and sister.  And to all the other mom's out there.  I hope you have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-846430547440978140?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/846430547440978140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=846430547440978140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/846430547440978140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/846430547440978140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3834725395163746982</id><published>2008-04-19T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:09:47.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/SAq1zhcCWWI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Krm6NYyccs/s1600-h/LuckyOnlyC_-_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/SAq1zhcCWWI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Krm6NYyccs/s320/LuckyOnlyC_-_resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191161417251838306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/shavee_info.html?ParticipantKey=2008|34270&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-3834725395163746982?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3834725395163746982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3834725395163746982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3834725395163746982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3834725395163746982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/SAq1zhcCWWI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Krm6NYyccs/s72-c/LuckyOnlyC_-_resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6508655644648132575</id><published>2008-03-30T23:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:35:59.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here waiting for the timer to ding.  I'm coloring my hair.  Lord help me.  I know I should have made an appointment to get it done by a professional but at those rates I can do it by myself several times.  Of course if it turns out terrible I'll be making an emergency appointment tomorrow.  And you know it's going to cost even more then usual.  They punish you for your mistakes.  I know I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDITED TO ADD:  Well, I think I like it.  If you take off your glasses, squint and tilt your head it looks great.  I didn't even need to add highlights, the grey makes its own highlights.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/8341469072589857520-6508655644648132575?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6508655644648132575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6508655644648132575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6508655644648132575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6508655644648132575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1962207614423449900</id><published>2008-03-30T23:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:31:56.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another recipe</title><content type='html'>This one is for an appetizer.  I call it Mexican Dip.  Since it's not a dessert I don't mind that it doesn't have any chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is doubled.  It goes that quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bricks softened cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 containers sour cream - 8 oz each&lt;br /&gt;2 packets of taco mix - one hot and one medium&lt;br /&gt;1 red onion - diced&lt;br /&gt;1 red pepper - diced&lt;br /&gt;1 jar salsa - hot&lt;br /&gt;1 brick extra sharp cheddar cheese - grated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together the cream cheese, sour cream and the taco mixes.   I use a mixer but it can be done by hand. Spread this in the bottom of a 12X9 pan.  Next sprinkle the onion and the red pepper on top.  Then spread the salsa over it.  Top it off with the cheese.  Serve with beer and chips.  If this is too hot feel free to use mild salsa, less onion and/or mild taco mixes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-1962207614423449900?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1962207614423449900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1962207614423449900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1962207614423449900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1962207614423449900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/yet-another-recipe.html' title='Yet another recipe'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-5570658967304377067</id><published>2008-03-30T01:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:10:23.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>West Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-8uQuinQ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/7zIo43qwjjA/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-8uQuinQ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/7zIo43qwjjA/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183412561032725378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-8uA-inQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/23eMswHoMb0/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-8uA-inQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/23eMswHoMb0/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183412290449785714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to West Point today.  There are alot hills there.  Alot.  They are fine if you are heading down but going back up, sucks.  Horribly.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our Lacrosse team was invited to play during half time.  It was a gorgeous day out.  Sunny and windy.  Very windy.  We got there an hour early but between the security check points (2 of them) and getting lost once we got on the grounds, we were only 20 minutes early.  I was very surprised to see that the stadium was empty.  I had thought that it would be packed.  The boys were excited and posed for pictures, anxious to get out on the field.  They played for exactly 3 minutes.  Read that again.  3 whole minutes.  WTF?  It was over before they even started.  When they came back to the stands they were so disappointed.  I can't blame them.  I knew that it would be a very short game but I had imagined at least 10 minutes.  Oh well.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last time I was at West Point, I hated it.  My parents dragged us there do learn some history.  Ha.  The only thing I learned that day was those guys had a miniature fetish.  Little mini battle scenes were set up in the museum and we were supposed to be enlightened.  Yuck.  Maybe it's a guy thing because my son and husband want to go back and see them.  I will be sitting home eating bon-bons that day.  Now, having said that, the place just reeks of history and testosterone.  And young men in great uniforms.  Not that I was looking at them.  Oh no.  That would have been wrong.  I'm old enough to be their mothers.   I know they now allow women to join but we didn't see any.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The views tho were fantastic.  The river, the trees, the old stone buildings.  I would go back just to take pictures of these.  I would wait till the spring or summer because right now every thing was bleak  greys and dull browns.  I can only imagine that the fall colors are fantastic.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So if you have boys I would say that this is a must see.  Just remember to wear comfortable walking shoes and be prepared to walk up hill - alot.&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/8341469072589857520-5570658967304377067?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5570658967304377067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=5570658967304377067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5570658967304377067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5570658967304377067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/west-point.html' title='West Point'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-8uQuinQ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/7zIo43qwjjA/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6476456392707714136</id><published>2008-03-29T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:21:26.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm starting to panic.  In just over a week I will be on my way to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Va.  Just me and my son.  Alone.  Together.  I don't like leaving my safety net and yet I'll be gone for a week.  What am I going to do?  I've got to go to AAA and get a map.  I have to make hotel reservations.  I'm scared to death.  I used to be so brave and care free.  What if I get a migraine while on the road or once we get there?  I love my son.  I like his company but a whole week with no one to distract either one of us?  Will we survive?  I don't know and so I am beginning to panic.&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/8341469072589857520-6476456392707714136?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6476456392707714136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6476456392707714136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6476456392707714136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6476456392707714136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/panic.html' title='panic'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-5739165639050169090</id><published>2008-03-27T00:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:35:24.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a recipe for Strawberry Dessert.  I wish I could tell you where it originated but I have no idea.  My cousins in Florida made it years ago and my mother loved it.  I don't eat it.  When someone asks why, I usually say I don't like &lt;/span&gt;strawberrys&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  The truth is much worse.  This dessert doesn't have an ounce, not even a touch of chocolate.  UGH.  How could anyone like it?  I wonder about the oddness of it.  Well, I hope you enjoy it.  Let me know how it works out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 or 4 pints of fresh &lt;/span&gt;strawberrys&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 container strawberry glaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12oz Cool Whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 block cream cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 cups of sifted powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 packages &lt;/span&gt;graham&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 cup of sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, hang in there.  I sometimes make changes in the amounts of certain ingredients.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the &lt;/span&gt;strawberrys&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have to slice them and if it's looking skimpy I add another pint.  You can never have to many.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The strawberry glaze is a seasonal item usually kept next to the &lt;/span&gt;strawberrys&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  You will only use one container.  It is made by Marie.  I haven't found anything else that can replace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Cool Whip has to be at room temperature.  Do not substitute less fat types or fat free.  It changes the texture and taste.  Use the full body stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The cream cheese also has to be at room temperature.  It will need to be very soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The graham crackers will need to be crushed.  You can use what ever type you have.  The plain or the cinnamon both work well.  I use three sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The butter has to be melted.  You may have to use a second stick if it doesn't seem to holding all together.  I've also been known to add extra cinnamon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can leave the sugar out if you want too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First you have to &lt;/span&gt;pre&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-heat the oven to 350 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mix the sugar, melted butter and crushed graham crackers together.  Put them into the bottom of a 13X9 inch pan.  Pat them in and make sure they cover the bottom completely.  Put the pan into the oven and bake for 10 minutes.  Take it out and allow it to completely cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a mixer put the room temperature cream cheese and slowly add the 3 cups of powdered sugar.  Trust me, if you add it too fast you'll end up wearing it.  Once it is mixed in completely you will add the cool whip.  The recipe says to hand mix it into the cream cheese mixture but I just use the mixer for everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While you are waiting for the crust to cool you will need to slice up the &lt;/span&gt;strawberrys&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Then mix the &lt;/span&gt;berrys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with the glaze.  You want to make sure that the glaze is coating all of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;berrys&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now you are ready.  Put the cream cheese mixture on top of the crust, covering it completely.  Then top it with the strawberry mixture.  Now stand back and admire your work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep this dessert &lt;/span&gt;refrigerated&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; until you are ready to serve it.&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/8341469072589857520-5739165639050169090?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5739165639050169090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=5739165639050169090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5739165639050169090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5739165639050169090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/recipes.html' title='recipes'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-4786144930977195951</id><published>2008-03-26T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:43:01.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>These just struck me as funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/03/25/funny-pictures-kfc-witness-protection-program/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-pictures-kfc-chicken-stilts-flamingos.jpg" style="word-spacing: 753265px; font-size: 753265px;" alt="Humorous Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/03/26/funny-pictures-come-over-here-and-say-that/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-pictures-angry-squirrel-leaves-screaming.jpg" style="word-spacing: 791934px; font-size: 791934px;" alt="Humorous Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-4786144930977195951?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4786144930977195951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=4786144930977195951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4786144930977195951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4786144930977195951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3318696051050615081</id><published>2008-03-24T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:22:13.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had a great day today.  We went to my parents.  My sister and her boyfriend were there.  My niece came home from college too.  My brother was there and my father in law.  It was a small group but we had a great time.   I have to get the photos from my father so I'll post them as soon as I get them.  My mother hide 7 eggs and put a $20 in a golden egg.  The rules were simple.  Only people under 25 could try to find them.  But after 15 minutes my son and niece gave up.  So we all pitched in.  My niece bowed out.  In the end my son did find them all and he is now a rich man.  I took pictures of the family egg game.  I grew up playing this game and I was told it was a Polish tradition done only at Easter.  My Grandmother would boil the eggs, color them and hide them in every room.  It was then our job (the 3 kids) to find them and our Easter Baskets.  After dinner while the adults drank their coffee each person was handed an egg.  My Grandmother would get to go first.  She went to the person on her left.  You had to hold the egg in one hand and she would hit the egg using the one in her hand.  If her egg didn't break she won and went to the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  However, if someone did manage to break her egg she had to sit down and the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the champ.  Usually a single  egg lasts one or two times before it dies.  But we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;discovered this year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that the blue colored eggs last a long time.  My sisters boyfriend got to go around the table &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; before his egg finally died.  I'm not sure but I think he may have been cheating.  So next year, no blue eggs!&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/8341469072589857520-3318696051050615081?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3318696051050615081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3318696051050615081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3318696051050615081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3318696051050615081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-day.html' title='Easter Day'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-4653766327423889665</id><published>2008-03-23T01:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:00:55.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>I decided to hide eggs this year.  I didn't do it last year and I found I missed it.  After spending the morning coloring eggs that won't be hidden or eaten I got sentimental.  I dug out the plastic eggs and hide 22 of them.  Some of them have money and the rest have candy.  I just hope I remember where they are hidden.  I was going to hide them outside but the thought of going out now is just too much.  I'm tired and with my luck the skunk would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lieing&lt;/span&gt; in wait for me.  I hope everyone has a great day tomorrow, no matter how you spend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-4653766327423889665?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4653766327423889665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=4653766327423889665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4653766327423889665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4653766327423889665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-easter-egg-hunt.html' title='The Great Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-398850641263152684</id><published>2008-03-22T01:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:00:29.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest weather report</title><content type='html'>I has been very, very windy.  It's loud.  I couldn't sleep I was laying there waiting for the tree to hit the house.  It's happened before.  Every creak and crash had be jumping out of bed and checking the yard.  And now they are saying there might be snow here tomorrow.  What is up with Mother Nature?  Is she off her meds again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll be coloring eggs.  Lots and lots of them.  We have a traditional game that we play.  It's alot of fun and I look forward to it every year.  I'll post pictures of it on Sunday.  Hopefully I'll remember to cook the eggs completely this year.  Last year they were only at a soft stage and not hard boiled.  It made for an interesting game.  And a messy one.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bed and hopefully my headache will go away and not become a full migraine.  I hope everyone enjoyed Good Friday.  Oh, before I forget, my mother, father and son went to church tonight to listen to the Passion.  It's put on by the high schoolers.  My son said it was ok, but the Jesus was wearing a Hollister T-shirt and it sort of took his attention off the story.  My  mother loved it and cried during parts of it.  I think my Dad slept during most of it.  At least that's the rumor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-398850641263152684?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/398850641263152684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=398850641263152684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/398850641263152684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/398850641263152684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-weather-report.html' title='The latest weather report'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6556439427399284732</id><published>2008-03-20T00:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:29:01.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away</title><content type='html'>Even the worms are confused with this weather.  They come to the surface, to warm up and then it rains and they drown.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?  I have a backyard filled with bloated worm bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Lacrosse practice the other day I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eavesdropping&lt;/span&gt; on a conversation between two moms.  They were talking about an upcoming cancer walk they were both going to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First woman:  well, sue finally told them what happened to her after the race.&lt;br /&gt;Second woman:  What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FW&lt;/span&gt;: She lost all her toes.&lt;br /&gt;SW: Oh my God.  I had heard that rumor but I didn't know it was really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FW&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I had to ask.  I had to know why she lost her toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I'm sorry to butt in, but did you just say that she lost her toes after the cancer walk?  Was she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;injured&lt;/span&gt; during it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FW&lt;/span&gt; and SW looked at each other and started to laugh.  And laugh.  They couldn't stop.  I was growing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;increasingly&lt;/span&gt; uncomfortable.  I didn't see the humor in losing 1 toe let alone ten toes.  Finally they were able to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FW&lt;/span&gt;: Did I really say she lost her toes?&lt;br /&gt;SW:  Yes, but I knew what you meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More laughing from them.  More confusion from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FW&lt;/span&gt;:  She didn't lose all her toes, she lost all her toe nails.  I'm sorry.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; realize I had said toes.&lt;br /&gt;SW:  Sue didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; that her feet would swell so much and by the end of the run they were huge and it was cutting into her toes.  The repeated action of walking just put to much pressure on her nail beds and later they all fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess.  Does that sort of thing happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;?  I would have thought there would be blisters and twisted ankles but not that you could lose toe nails.   And you two are going to do it this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FW&lt;/span&gt; and SW:  oh yes, we learned from her mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now really, does that happen?  Because you can just add that to my list of "reasons not to exercise".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-6556439427399284732?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6556439427399284732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6556439427399284732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6556439427399284732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6556439427399284732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6429540425239130935</id><published>2008-03-18T22:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:49:54.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-B-w_o9IyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/y7vGBTrp2Bs/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-B-w_o9IyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/y7vGBTrp2Bs/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179278951658103586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Scar.  He has a little hole in his ear.  I love this guy.  He is very friendly and hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-6429540425239130935?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6429540425239130935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6429540425239130935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6429540425239130935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6429540425239130935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-scar.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R-B-w_o9IyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/y7vGBTrp2Bs/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-2660357484307872406</id><published>2008-03-17T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:59:37.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R98T4fo9IwI/AAAAAAAAACk/LkncMx06t9c/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R98T4fo9IwI/AAAAAAAAACk/LkncMx06t9c/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178879957786239746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R98T4_o9IxI/AAAAAAAAACs/r14uVf9S0J4/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R98T4_o9IxI/AAAAAAAAACs/r14uVf9S0J4/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178879966376174354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-2660357484307872406?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2660357484307872406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=2660357484307872406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2660357484307872406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2660357484307872406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R98T4fo9IwI/AAAAAAAAACk/LkncMx06t9c/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3351519525771739325</id><published>2008-03-16T23:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:14:52.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>open heart surgery</title><content type='html'>I recently found out that my father has to have open heart surgery.  Ever since he retired his health has been on a downward spiral.  He had always been so healthy so this change is hard to handle.   He should be enjoying his retirement.  He's still so young.  He has lung problems, an autoimmune disease, back problems, and now his heart.  He has to have one of his heart valves replaced.  For someone his age they would normally use a mechanical valve.  However, he can't take the daily dose of heparin needed so he'll have to have a pig valve instead.  How gross sounding is that?  I am more bothered by that then the surgery itself.  He and my mother have decided to go to Florida (Fort Meyers) to visit her family for two weeks.  After that they will return home and he'll have the surgery.  I'm hoping to be able to fly down when my son has his spring break.  I almost wish he would have the surgery now and be done with it.  It's the waiting that seems to be silly.  But he is stubborn and refuses to consider having it done first.  So, we will wait and hope he stays healthy till then.  He already had the flu twice in the last 3 months.  The first time he spent 4 days in the hospital.  The second time he got treatment early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; that he didn't need to be admitted.  Sometimes he is too stubborn for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;On another note I added a Dexter widget on the right side of my blog.  I'm slowly getting the hang of this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-3351519525771739325?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3351519525771739325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3351519525771739325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3351519525771739325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3351519525771739325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/open-heart-surgery.html' title='open heart surgery'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-9148122402570903592</id><published>2008-03-15T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:22:39.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the missing jewels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a few months ago she &lt;/span&gt;misplaced&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; her &lt;/span&gt;jewelery&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  her good &lt;/span&gt;jewelery&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  Did she put it in her large &lt;/span&gt;jewelery&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; box?  No.  The safe? no.  She usually puts it in &lt;/span&gt;tissue&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;paper&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and hides it in the toe of her shoe which is in the back of the closet.  But after looking in these places and several others she still could not find them.  After looking for days she finally decided to bring in &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; big guns.  God and St. Anthony.  She said that if they would allow her to find the &lt;/span&gt;jewelery&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; she would make a sizable donation to the church.  The next day she &lt;/span&gt;found&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; them.  She had used a safety pin to hold &lt;/span&gt;them&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to a pair of pants in her closet.  &lt;/span&gt;Ok&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, not bad.  Dad writes out the check with out to much grumbling.  and life goes on.  Only she looses them again.  Afraid that it's going to cost him more then the darn necklaces are worth, my father says the house will be searched until they are &lt;/span&gt;found&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.   They pull out all the shoes, all the clothes and find nothing.  They go through boxes and closets and still nothing.  By now my father is having chest pains and has to lie down and rest.  My mother thinks that she might know where they are.  She goes into the bedroom and starts searching the files in the desk.  A miracle happens and she finds them.  My father is so &lt;/span&gt;relieved&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that this isn't going to cost him anything.  Together they decide that maybe the necklaces should be put in the &lt;/span&gt;jewelery&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; box in the &lt;/span&gt;hiden&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; drawer.  And &lt;/span&gt;maybe&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; they &lt;/span&gt;should&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; be insured in case this sort of thing happens again.  And &lt;/span&gt;believe&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; me, it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back at my house the phone is still missing but my desk is looking pretty good.  I'll keep cleaning up in here until I am certain it isn't her.  I've got nothing else to do.  &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/8341469072589857520-9148122402570903592?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9148122402570903592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=9148122402570903592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/9148122402570903592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/9148122402570903592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-jewels.html' title='the missing jewels'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7173986254435179992</id><published>2008-03-13T00:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:55:32.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Phone</title><content type='html'>I have misplaced my portable phone.  It's been missing for two weeks now.  At this point I'm beginning to think it would be easier to just go out and buy a new one.  Unfortunately, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crankypants&lt;/span&gt; doesn't agree.   He seems to think that it will reappear - on it's own.  I called my mom and together we went over all the usual places, just to make sure I had checked them.  My mom is an expert at finding lost items.  You see I don't come by this habit by accident.  It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genetic&lt;/span&gt; flaw.  She  has lost more things then you might expect.  Eventually she finds them.  It no longer bothers her.  My dad however still freaks out each and every time.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue this tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7173986254435179992?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7173986254435179992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7173986254435179992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7173986254435179992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7173986254435179992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-phone.html' title='Missing Phone'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1745732799255785582</id><published>2008-03-12T00:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:21:51.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>As I sit here Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crankypants&lt;/span&gt; is in bed.  He is sleeping.  He is also SNORING.  He is a very LOUD snorer.  It is something I underestimated when I married him.  I always knew he snored I just never knew it would be so annoying.  There have been nights that one of us has spent the night on the couch.  At first I felt it should be me.  After all I was the one having the trouble sleeping.  Then I thought, screw him.  Let him sleep on the couch.  Of course, there were problems with that too.  He had to get up and go to work and needed a good nights sleep.  I could nap during the day.  I tried everything including ear plugs.  I tried hitting him, turning him, poking him, none of it worked for any length of time.  Now I just go to bed 4 hours after him.  By that time he has settled down to a low roar.  It isn't a perfect system but it works.  Does your significant other snore?  What works for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-1745732799255785582?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1745732799255785582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1745732799255785582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1745732799255785582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1745732799255785582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-8403734288930245040</id><published>2008-03-10T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:53:12.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>Well, I have a list of TV shows that I have to watch.  Some are great all the time and others are hit or miss.  What are your favorites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;New Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Any Law and Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CSI - Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Riches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Martha Stewart - all of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bones - in reruns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lipstick jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So what ones would you watch?  And I haven't mentioned.&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/8341469072589857520-8403734288930245040?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8403734288930245040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=8403734288930245040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8403734288930245040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8403734288930245040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3875403759177421690</id><published>2008-03-10T01:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:32:20.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More tree damaged my the high winds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9THN_o9IvI/AAAAAAAAACc/O__8hJNH1ao/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9THN_o9IvI/AAAAAAAAACc/O__8hJNH1ao/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175980914990981874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is the tree that started it.  In the background you can see the band stand.  Fortunately that wasn't hit.&lt;br /&gt;Today was clean up day.  We'll be keeping the little branches and use them later in the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-3875403759177421690?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3875403759177421690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3875403759177421690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3875403759177421690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3875403759177421690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-tree-damaged-my-high-winds.html' title='More tree damaged my the high winds'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9THN_o9IvI/AAAAAAAAACc/O__8hJNH1ao/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7926185605975527902</id><published>2008-03-10T01:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:27:01.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9TFbPo9IuI/AAAAAAAAACU/7J2nGhWxaBY/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9TFbPo9IuI/AAAAAAAAACU/7J2nGhWxaBY/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175978943600992994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a huge wind storm here last night.  Fortunately, the only trees that fell were in the park across the street.  The first one snapped in half, hit the second one lifting it out by the roots and together they took out allot of branches.  They didn't break the lights along the walkway or the picnic tables.  We lost power for just a little while.  But that storm was freaky.  There were times that I thought the roof was going to be lifted off.  I hope everyone is safe.  I'll get some more photos posted later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7926185605975527902?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7926185605975527902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7926185605975527902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7926185605975527902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7926185605975527902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-had-huge-wind-storm-here-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9TFbPo9IuI/AAAAAAAAACU/7J2nGhWxaBY/s72-c/DSC_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1029191511502501615</id><published>2008-03-08T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:05:30.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view2/colors" style="background: rgb(51, 51, 51) url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/390/218/colors.eayvqq4uje.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px;"&gt;15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-1029191511502501615?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1029191511502501615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1029191511502501615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1029191511502501615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1029191511502501615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/15.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3428973329917424899</id><published>2008-03-07T01:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:21:48.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug a fireman today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9DerHR4STI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cgbE0JXTgt4/s1600-h/capt.984e3c5297f048909462f139c3c2f15c.firefighter_stair_climb_waet104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9DerHR4STI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cgbE0JXTgt4/s320/capt.984e3c5297f048909462f139c3c2f15c.firefighter_stair_climb_waet104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174880804118481202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I need to say anything?  Just gaze at these two.  Out there saving lives.  God Bless America.&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/8341469072589857520-3428973329917424899?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3428973329917424899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3428973329917424899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3428973329917424899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3428973329917424899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/hug-fireman-today.html' title='Hug a fireman today'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R9DerHR4STI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cgbE0JXTgt4/s72-c/capt.984e3c5297f048909462f139c3c2f15c.firefighter_stair_climb_waet104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3847715732869086818</id><published>2008-03-07T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:02:55.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sick  and other stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    And beat goes on.  In both ears.  First, is was the inner ear, now it's the middle ear.  Next time she'll be telling me I have cauliflower ear!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow night we are going to the annual Blue Jean Ball.  It's a fund raiser for the school.  At least that's what the paperwork says.  In reality, it's a night that you get to see the parents drunk and dancing like fools.  I should know, I have the photos.  You see I'm the designated driver.   Yes, I get to drive the drunk bus.  It's fun at first when they just have a few in them.  But as the night wears on and the drinks go down easier, they start to get ugly.  Some of the women think they are pole dancers.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?  Trust me, that pole is not going to hold you up.  And the table is still recovering from last time you tried to table top dance.  The guys all get tough and have to show how little and cute theirs wives are.  It's sickening.  It's enough to make me want to drink again.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, but midnight finally comes and we have to leave. It's time to round them up.  Make sure they have their clothes on, they've peed and I have to hand out plastic bags to puke in.  One of them always pukes.  But they're not ready to go home yet.  They have babysitters.  So first we go to the young kids bar.  If we were 20 to 25 years younger we would fit in.  But no.  The guys are now determined to pick up / buy the pretty young girls a drink.  This they believe will be the proof needed to prove they still have it.  Yeah, right.  By now I am against the wall, sipping my 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; coke and praying to disappear.  But I can't leave them here.  It wouldn't be fair to the younger crowd.  So I herd them out the door and across the street.  To a place that I think Jimmy Hoffa once visited.  It's politely called "The Old Man Bar".  Here we are the youngsters.  Here the 65 year old is trying to buy me a drink.  Lord save me.  I've died and gone to hell.  Here, I tell them, you have 30 minutes and then I'm leaving.  By now I have had enough.  The drunks are starting to get tangled in deep discussions which can never end well.  The woman have decided to start kissing each other and I am out of there.  I sit in the car, shaking because I have consumed enough caffeine to keep me going for 2 days.  I have palpitations.  I am tired. One by one they come out.  Usually one or tow of the them has to be carried.  There is occasionally a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puker&lt;/span&gt;.  And we're off.  I drop them home one by one.  I pick up my car and then head home.  HOME.  To bed.  To try to sleep.  My body is almost vibrating from all the sugar and caffeine.  And it happens.  Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Crankypants&lt;/span&gt; is feeling like The GOD of LOVE.  Oh be still my heart.  No, seriously, I wish my heart would stop.  Cause the only way I'm getting out of putting out is by my death.  I've given up trying to explain to him that while he's drunk he thinks he's a stud muffin.  And normally he is.  But too much drinking has left him all talk not much action.  So that's how I'll be spending  my Friday night.  Pray for me.  And send lube.&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/8341469072589857520-3847715732869086818?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3847715732869086818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3847715732869086818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3847715732869086818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3847715732869086818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-sick-and-other-stories.html' title='Still Sick  and other stories'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-8069074615106369009</id><published>2008-03-04T23:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:32:14.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R84hD3R4SRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s7y4YYfDrbU/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R84hD3R4SRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s7y4YYfDrbU/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174109372157544722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the roof to our gingerbread house.  I loved getting in close and snapping photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R84hEnR4SSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QMxj_yF45Q/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R84hEnR4SSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QMxj_yF45Q/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174109385042446626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post some pictures.  Let me know how they look on your end.  These were taken while we built our Gingerbread house.  The creature with the red eyes was done in memory of my father.  He had burst a number of blood vessels in his eyes and this is exactly what he looked like.  You couldn't make eye contact with him with out having your own eyes start to tear.  It was freaky.  The ER said it wasn't a sign of a stroke and that it could wait to the following day.  The eye doctor just told him to rest and stop touching them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-8069074615106369009?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8069074615106369009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=8069074615106369009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8069074615106369009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8069074615106369009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas-photos.html' title='Christmas Photos'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R84hD3R4SRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s7y4YYfDrbU/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7998712813096780150</id><published>2008-03-04T00:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:56:39.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R8zkWRRmMEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/oozbT3inxx8/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R8zkWRRmMEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/oozbT3inxx8/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173761143187320898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it.  I got a picture on my blog.  Yippee!!!  Okay, I'm off to bed.  Good night Gracie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7998712813096780150?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7998712813096780150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7998712813096780150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7998712813096780150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7998712813096780150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHTu7ZpFXbM/R8zkWRRmMEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/oozbT3inxx8/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1238685468542190281</id><published>2008-03-02T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:35:41.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally Sunday</title><content type='html'>And you know what that means....DIRT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Premiere&lt;/span&gt;.  Please let it be as good as last year.  I'm off to watch it now.  I love my DVR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-1238685468542190281?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1238685468542190281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1238685468542190281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1238685468542190281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1238685468542190281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-finally-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s finally Sunday'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-8205741464126506804</id><published>2008-03-01T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:23:33.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/butterfinger.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call you sticky fingers for a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-8205741464126506804?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8205741464126506804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=8205741464126506804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8205741464126506804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8205741464126506804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/butterfinger-they-call-you-sticky.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-502496633564308569</id><published>2008-03-01T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:30:12.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well I had to work today.  Just three hours.  Three little hours.  What could go wrong?  Well, if you guessed that my bra would break then you win.  Now, you need to know that I am not a small breasted woman.  Not by a long shot.  So, there I was at the counter finishing up a sale (my only one of the day) and something snapped and my left boob just sort of popped free.  I grabbed my chest and handed the woman her bag.  I think I may have said something like "oh shit" but she didn't seem to notice.  I walked her to the door and locked it behind her.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt; went to the back room and tried to figure out what went wrong.  All I know is that one boob was hanging free while the other one was all snuggled and safe.  I was just a little flustered!  It wasn't fixable so I left early and went home to change.  I had to meet the family for dinner anyway.  On the way home I almost killed a little herd of deer.  5 of them decided to cross the street just as I was driving past them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;, the reality is that I would have been killed and my car wrecked but I'm sure I could have taken one or two out.  Damn deer.  I mean, just because we have taken away their land I don't think they should be lying in wait for some unsuspecting driver with a bra malfunction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-502496633564308569?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/502496633564308569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=502496633564308569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/502496633564308569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/502496633564308569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-5541190090154032094</id><published>2008-02-27T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:08:53.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;Stop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presses&lt;/span&gt;.   I cooked dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; to night.    Now, before you start saying the rosary or anything drastic.  You should know that I have no intention of cooking again for at least 4 day.  Tomorrow we're going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Morton's&lt;/span&gt; Steakhouse, Friday is pizza, Saturday is the dinner and Sunday is Chinese.  So rest easy.  It won't be happening again for a while.  For dinner I breaded some boneless chicken breasts, fried them and served it with boil in a bag rice.  How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;.  I know, you are so jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears are still killing me.  How do little kids handle this kind of never ending pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that my job has been terminated effective the end of June.  Yes, after 18 years of being in business Marilyn simply can't keep going.  The landlord raised her rent by $500 a month.  In order to come up with that much money she would have to increase her sales by $1500 each month.  Its just not going to happen.  To many other Mom &amp;amp; Pop businesses are folding.  Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt;, they had a large poster explaining that they have raised the prices on all there products.  They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;driven&lt;/span&gt; out of NJ.   It's so sad to see this business leave.  It's not a good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-5541190090154032094?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5541190090154032094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=5541190090154032094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5541190090154032094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/5541190090154032094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/world-is-ending.html' title='The world is ending'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1569451601155982842</id><published>2008-02-27T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:54:02.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My son is so gosh done cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   In memory of Mikey O, who died from colon cancer, Jim is trying to raise money for St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baldrick's&lt;/span&gt; Foundation.  The web site is below.  I hope it works but you may have to cut and paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/shavee_info.html?ParticipantKey=2008|34270&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, if you have minute stop by and look around.  If you decide to make a donation please let me know.  Thanks so much.&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/8341469072589857520-1569451601155982842?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1569451601155982842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1569451601155982842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1569451601155982842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1569451601155982842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-son-is-so-gosh-done-cute.html' title='My son is so gosh done cute'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-8268839781461990916</id><published>2008-02-26T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:09:00.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, the computer had a VIRUS.  What a pain in the ass.  But after a through cleansing it has been restored to almost new.  I've been sick and finally went to the doctor.  My ears have been bothering me and while everything else had improved, they had gotten worse.  Only the fear of ruptured eardrums sent me to seek medical help.  So, yes, both ears are infected.  And I'm now taking antibiotics and praying they kick in soon.  Trust me, those over the counter ear drops do not work.  I was desperate last night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blech&lt;/span&gt;.  They were cold and icky.  The hot compress worked better and that didn't cost a penny.  Oh, and on another front.  I cooked dinner tonight.  Yes, me.  All by myself.  I made shrimp scampi.  Pardon my garlic breath.  It was delicious and Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cranypants&lt;/span&gt; actually had seconds.  Will miracles never cease?  My son came home from school sick.  I'm a little suspicious about it.  He didn't seem sick this morning and call me cynical but I think he may have gotten wind of a pop quiz or something.  When I signed him out I noticed that of the 20 kids who went home today, 15 of them were in his grade.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;.  I really am having doubts about his sudden sickness.  Of course, you know the rule, if you come home sick you have to go to bed early.  Ha.  Works for me.  He's in bed now and it is nice and quiet here.  OK, I'm off to put hot compresses on my ears.  I look like Princess Lia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-8268839781461990916?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8268839781461990916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=8268839781461990916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8268839781461990916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8268839781461990916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-much-to-say.html' title='So Much To Say'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-8866565347085610328</id><published>2008-02-24T01:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:59:23.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; forgot how much I loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DIRT&lt;/span&gt;.  It is such a great show.  It's now in reruns but the new season begins March 2.  The writers strike made watching TV painful these past few months.  How much reality TV can one person take?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday morning can not get here fast enough.  My son has had off for the past week and we are at each others throats right now.  I can't imagine how people home school and still have kids to teach after just one week.  It might have something to do with only having one kid.  Maybe if there were 4 or 5 of them it might work out better.  I could deal with one at a time and the others could do their work.  But having more kids is not in the game plane.  Tomorrow my son will be playing in the seasons last game of Lacrosse,  I hope they win, a large win would be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please send chocolate:  any kind, any amount, I will be grateful.  Dark chocolate is the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-8866565347085610328?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8866565347085610328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=8866565347085610328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8866565347085610328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8866565347085610328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/dirt.html' title='Dirt'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-937020256373410137</id><published>2008-02-22T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:12:07.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; OK, it snowed today.  About 8" of nice fluffy white stuff.  It was over by lunch time when it warmed up and started to rain.  The roads were cleared and the highways were open by this time.  I was bored and decided to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble around 7pm.  I couldn't believe it when the one on Rt 17 was closed.  They closed at 3pm!!!  WTF?  The snow was over and done by then.  Why didn't they just open up late instead of closing early?  I had a coupon.  I had a NEED to read something.  As I drove home, I realized that it has been so long since there has been any type of accumulation that people don't know how to handle it.  So it snowed.  Get a grip.  Watch how kids and dogs handle it.  They run around.  They dig in it, throw it, chase it, slip and slide on it.  I had alot more fun watching my son and his friends sleigh ride then I would have thought possible.  They came in out of breath, red cheeks, soaking wet, freezing and exhausted.  The neighbors dog just about died out there trying to keep up with them.  Everyone will be sleeping late tomorrow.  Now, I could be reading a wonderful new book and sipping hot chocolate but I'll have to wait till tomorrow. I hope everyone had a wonderful day.&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/8341469072589857520-937020256373410137?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/937020256373410137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=937020256373410137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/937020256373410137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/937020256373410137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6567324762992117633</id><published>2008-02-22T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:07:13.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things</title><content type='html'>I wear glasses.  Soon to be bifocals.&lt;br /&gt;I am right handed.  &lt;br /&gt;I love CHOCOLATE.  Hello lover.&lt;br /&gt;I can't cook.  Anything.&lt;br /&gt;I love to bake.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 45.  Want to make something of it?&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in NJ all my life.  Boring.&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing this blog.  Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I love reading.  Books, blogs, magazines.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh.  Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-6567324762992117633?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6567324762992117633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6567324762992117633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6567324762992117633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6567324762992117633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/ten-things.html' title='Ten Things'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3665249114203116063</id><published>2008-02-20T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:30:05.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who runs out of toilet paper at 4am?  And then has to run to 7-11 to buy some?  Yes, that would be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Did you see the moon tonight?  There is an eclipse and the moon looks blood red.  Very odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I sent my son to the neighbors today (so I could sleep).  He had rented a Xbox game and wanted someone to play with.  It got stuck in their console and now I have to spend tomorrow trying to get it fixed.  Oh the joy never ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My TV is getting weird.  It turns itself on and off - all by itself.  How cool is that?  Oh, did I mention that when it comes on at 6am the volume is on it's loudest?  Can you say chest pain?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ok, I'm off to bed.  Thanks for stopping by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-3665249114203116063?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3665249114203116063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3665249114203116063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3665249114203116063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3665249114203116063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/odd-thoughts.html' title='Odd Thoughts'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6641943896952215126</id><published>2008-02-19T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:08:32.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in sickness and health'/><title type='text'>Stay Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have the illness.  It's not pretty.  My head is clogged, my sinuses are beating each other up.  I have coughed so much my rib cage is killing me.  I feel like I was in a fight and lost.  I am pathetic.  I am afraid to eat since the coughing fits cause me to puke.  And I can take the rib pain, but for the love of Mike, please don't make me puke.  I'm not a good puker.   The only bright spot in my day is the thought that my toilet is now sterile. So, stay far away and pray for me.  This had better be just a 48 hour thing.  And good luck to Mr. Crankypants and my son.  I've heard that the only way to shake this thing is to pass it on to other people.  Ha.  One of them is going down. &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/8341469072589857520-6641943896952215126?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6641943896952215126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6641943896952215126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6641943896952215126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6641943896952215126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/stay-away.html' title='Stay Away'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-2152881374141650384</id><published>2008-02-17T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:10:38.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;   Have I mentioned my car?  I love it.  It's a Prius.  Red.  It gets over 40 miles a gallon.  What else is there to say?  Mr. CrankyPants hates it.  Of course, that might be due to the fact that he has no clue how to drive it.  Ha.  He says it's too small.  And gay.  And he doesn't want anyone to think he has become a tree hugger.  As if.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-2152881374141650384?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2152881374141650384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=2152881374141650384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2152881374141650384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2152881374141650384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-1667345961023867026</id><published>2008-02-15T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:53:06.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza and family'/><title type='text'>Pizza Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Every Friday for the past three years we've gone out for pizza.  We go with my parents and sometimes my brother and/or my sister join us.  And if Mr. CrankyPants isn't working he comes along too.  We have been to many, many different pizza parlors over the years but we keep ending up at the same place.  This place has the best thin crust pizza I've ever had.  It's been around for years and while it's changed hands a few times the pizza has remained great.  But no matter where we go I just enjoy having fun with my family.  I love my parents and I'm glad that they have such a great relationship with my son.  He is their last grandchild.  The other two are much older and away at college.  My son gets to spend alot of time with my parents, he sleeps over there at least once a month.  He has taught them how to play video games.   My mother loves them, my father doesn't it.  My mother and my son read the same books.  My father teaches my son how to fix things.  Sometimes my son gets to teach my father.   I guess tonight as we sat there eating our pizza I was reminded how lucky we are.  There are too many families that don't have the closeness we do.  I hope I get the chance to have this same relationship with my grandkids.  Actually, I hope I have grandkids.  Damn, now I'll be up all night worried about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-1667345961023867026?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1667345961023867026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=1667345961023867026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1667345961023867026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/1667345961023867026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/pizza-night.html' title='Pizza Night'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-2006487063613472343</id><published>2008-02-15T02:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:34:52.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Happy Period'/><title type='text'>Have a Happy Period</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have to complain about a commercial.  You must know it (especially if you are a woman).  It is put out by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always &lt;/span&gt;and the logo is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a Happy Period.&lt;/span&gt;  Who the hell thought that Happy and Period belonged in the same sentence?  I'm going to go out on a limb and say it was a man.  An unmarried man.  A clueless type of man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No woman could possible believe that there could exist a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Happy Period. &lt;/span&gt; It's an oxymoron isn't it.  You might be relieved to have your period, you might be upset,  but no where in the world is it a happy thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're talking about periods and pads, do any of you remember a time before the pads had sticky tape on them?  Do you remember the pads that required a belt in order to keep the pads in place?  I just showed my age again didn't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind,  Just move along and let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8341469072589857520-2006487063613472343?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2006487063613472343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=2006487063613472343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2006487063613472343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2006487063613472343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-happy-period.html' title='Have a Happy Period'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-8180071020076078609</id><published>2008-02-13T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:58:59.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VD meal'/><title type='text'>what are you doing for Valentines Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had to work from 3p to 11pm tonight.  Not bad really. The women who came to the class are all really funny and they may break my balls but that's ok.    The snow turned to slush turned to black ice.  The town is now trying to get the roads salted before the morning.  The weekend is almost here!!  Yeah.  So What is everyone doing for Valentines Day?  Going out for dinner?  Staying in and make a special meal?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We'll be staying in and making shrimp scampi.  It should be interesting.  I'll be starting it early enough so that if it's as bad as I'm expecting, we'll still have time to go find some little joint to eat.    Oh well, it will be a night we won't soon forget.&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/8341469072589857520-8180071020076078609?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8180071020076078609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=8180071020076078609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8180071020076078609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/8180071020076078609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-are-you-doing-for-valentines-day.html' title='what are you doing for Valentines Day?'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7811184487373275093</id><published>2008-02-12T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:26:18.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog show commercials'/><title type='text'>Dog Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Am I the only one who is finding the Westminster Dog Show commercials hysterical?&lt;/span&gt;  They are on USA and they just tickle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.  Continue as you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7811184487373275093?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7811184487373275093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7811184487373275093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7811184487373275093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7811184487373275093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/dog-show.html' title='Dog Show'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7857785350257445940</id><published>2008-02-11T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:59:05.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight my son played in the seasons last basketball game.  He is in 6th grade.  His team lost.  It was evident in the first few minutes that the other team was better prepared.  While it was an exciting game it was ruined by the behavior of one player.  During the second half a player from the other team body slammed a player from our team.  Body slammed.  The punishment for this?  He had to sit out for 3 minutes.  What the??  He deliberately picked up this kid and threw him to the ground.  And his coaches sat there and said nothing.  Nothing.  How is this teaching our boys good sportsmanship?  It sucks.  It's a tainted win for this other team.  Unfortunately, any win is a good win.  And that is the lesson for today.  &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/8341469072589857520-7857785350257445940?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7857785350257445940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7857785350257445940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7857785350257445940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7857785350257445940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/basketball-season.html' title='Basketball Season'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-6594703499524265623</id><published>2008-02-10T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:32:10.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage cans'/><title type='text'>Do You Know Where Your Garbage Cans Are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight it is very, very windy here.  As I was sitting in my house I could hear someones garbage cans blowing past my window.  I chuckled and felt smug.  Till I realized that Mr. CranyPants wasn't home yet and therefore had not put our cans in the backyard.  So guess what I'll be doing tomorrow?  And to the people who now have 4 slightly used garbage cans?  You're welcome.&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/8341469072589857520-6594703499524265623?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6594703499524265623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=6594703499524265623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6594703499524265623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/6594703499524265623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/httphomesteadingthebackforty.html' title='Do You Know Where Your Garbage Cans Are?'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-4761195730514910394</id><published>2008-02-10T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:12:41.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Favorite Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith"&lt;/span&gt;.  What is there not to like about this movie?  Angelina, Brad, action, comedy and did I mention Angelina and Brad?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So tell me, what would you name as your favorite movie?&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/8341469072589857520-4761195730514910394?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4761195730514910394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=4761195730514910394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4761195730514910394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/4761195730514910394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-movie.html' title='Favorite Movie'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-2443045148370432673</id><published>2008-02-09T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:55:39.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verizon Fios TV'/><title type='text'>Late Night Panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have to stop posting at night.  I think about it all day, put it off and then panic at 11:45pm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Does anyone else have Verizon Fios TV?  I am having a long problem with them and would appreciate any advice.  The problem itself has hopefully been fixed as of today.  But I have been bounced around to so many CS Reps, Techs, Supervisors and the Business office.  No one will take responsibility for the problem.  They all are willing to admit that there is a problem (which I guess is good) but they all point fingers at each other.  So, any hints as to who is the best person or department to send my complaint?  Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-2443045148370432673?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2443045148370432673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=2443045148370432673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2443045148370432673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/2443045148370432673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-to-stop-posting-at-night.html' title='Late Night Panic'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3348813709602639898</id><published>2008-02-08T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:40:11.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well I started working again.  No, don't get excited.  It's not a real job.  It's not even really part-time,  Just 6 hours a week.  But after 11 years of not working this is a big deal here.  I am not even sure what it is that I'm doing there.  I guess you could say I'm a cashier?  It's a little boutique type store that specializes in childrens clothes (in the front half of the store) and scrapbooking supplies (in the back).  I may scrap but I have no clue about clothes.  So it's been an interesting few weeks.  The first few days were a disaster.  I broke the die-cut machine.  (add handyman to job description)  Then the pipes to the toilet decided to burst and flood the basement.  I swear it wasn't because of anything I did!  I just happen to be the last one to flush.  Really.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(add cleaning crew to the job too)  Yuck.  Let's see what did I do the third day?  Oh yes.  How could I forget the bitch.  Yes,  she was a bitch on wheels.  I helped her find the items she wanted, I was sweet and let her know that I was new to this and asked that she give me a moment or two while I rang up her order. She let me enter all her items and then in a loud angry tone demanded that I take the items and put every one back.  I was a nervous wreck  and she was just a mean,mean women.  She grabs the bag tosses it onto the counter and loudly announces she will never be coming back to shop here,  the help just isn't helpful.  So bad thing come in threes and honestly after her it been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to work on getting the communion dress and  accessories  all priced and put on display.  On Wednesday night a group of us get together after the store closes and talk.  Some actually work on their projects.  Not so much me.  I have good ideas but somehow between my mind and my end products  there is a lot lost in translation.  Well, if you are looking for some cute baby clothes or crafting supplies - let me know.  Just remember I'm a new employee.  And you need to be nice to me.  Thank you.&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/8341469072589857520-3348813709602639898?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3348813709602639898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3348813709602639898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3348813709602639898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3348813709602639898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7451998877537221979</id><published>2008-02-08T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:16:11.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undereducated'/><title type='text'>Prize contest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I the only person in the world who does not know what M.I.L.F or  D.I.L.F mean?   Any guesses?  A teacher would be the one using this phrases.  If no one guesses it by noon tomorrow I will  spell it all out.   First one to guess correctly will win a small prize.  Seriously.  Yes.  A prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7451998877537221979?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7451998877537221979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7451998877537221979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7451998877537221979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7451998877537221979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/prize-contest.html' title='Prize contest.'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-7077977062929791523</id><published>2008-02-07T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:02:10.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>OK, I need help.  How do you post pictures here?  And YouTube Video?  I have wasted hours just trying to figure this crap out.  At this point it is possible I have several accounts with several companies and I can't remember what user ID / password to use.  So if you see this and can help PLEASE SEND CHOCOLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get my son to give me some good school yard gossip but he claims he doesn't know anything.  I personally think he's hold out on me.  Brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I wanted to post video on the comedian Jeff Dunham.  He is fantastic.  He picked on the new car, it's a Prius.  ans I love it.  But he has several alter egos that he talks with.  The best one is the Dead Terrorist,  I had to play twice just to hear all the little lines I missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I give up for today.  I promise to do better tomrrow.  Somehow I get my brother to come over and set it all up for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-7077977062929791523?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7077977062929791523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=7077977062929791523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7077977062929791523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/7077977062929791523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341469072589857520.post-3956510273174319742</id><published>2008-02-06T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:29:14.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><title type='text'>First of many?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, it's the first day of Lent and I've decided that in addition to giving up chocolate I'm going to post every day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Umm, now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is very daunting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All this bland, I mean BLANK,  space and nothing much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope that something exciting happens so I'll have something to write about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't expect much in the way of good grammer or spelling for that matter.  Thank you for your patience in advance!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341469072589857520-3956510273174319742?l=cndymkrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3956510273174319742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8341469072589857520&amp;postID=3956510273174319742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3956510273174319742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341469072589857520/posts/default/3956510273174319742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cndymkrmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-of-many.html' title='First of many?'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925212233815659494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
