<?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-1018978496397387058</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:54:17.978-04:00</updated><category term='son'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Saturday&apos;s Share'/><category term='chatter'/><category term='family'/><category term='Simple Woman'/><title type='text'>Babblings of a S.A.H.M</title><subtitle type='html'>A glance at the joys, frustrations, laughter and fast times of a Stay At Home Mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-4259041494090337484</id><published>2009-03-15T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:42:10.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday&apos;s Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Saturday's Share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside My Window&lt;/span&gt;...the sun is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;...about Joanne losing her job and all the millions of American's who have also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;...what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...nothin'......going on a GNO tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;...nothing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going&lt;/span&gt;...to go grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;...The Middle Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;...that spring will arrive soon...very tired of snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...my son wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...peace and quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...rubber stamping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week&lt;/span&gt;...pretty quite week...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/Sb9-MzNym6I/AAAAAAAAADE/GUexUv2qr3M/s1600-h/2009+bday1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/Sb9-MzNym6I/AAAAAAAAADE/GUexUv2qr3M/s320/2009+bday1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104843692055458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating #8!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-4259041494090337484?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/4259041494090337484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=4259041494090337484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4259041494090337484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4259041494090337484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturdays-share.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Share...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/Sb9-MzNym6I/AAAAAAAAADE/GUexUv2qr3M/s72-c/2009+bday1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-6847053988756203371</id><published>2009-01-24T11:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:32:02.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday&apos;s Share'/><title type='text'>Saturday's Share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside My Window&lt;/span&gt;...the sun is shining and the wind is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blowin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;...about will I go an do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; or will I watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;....tough, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;...that Rick took Bobby to skating and I got to stay home for some "me" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...I am going to make Rancher's Chicken ... a new recipe from Pioneer Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...sweats and a sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;...an organized craft room. I moved a new dresser in there, rearranged my library shelves and really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going&lt;/span&gt;...to be so excited on Feb 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;...The Shack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;...that our new President doesn't screw it all up!  Although, I fear he will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...my furnace run and imagining how much that is costing! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...peace and quite...no one is here except me, Brownie and Shirley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...is quite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week&lt;/span&gt;...haircut and color, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PTC&lt;/span&gt; meeting and SAG Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SXtBzyP35CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2kWkEqLw6P8/s1600-h/1972+Dad+and+the+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SXtBzyP35CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2kWkEqLw6P8/s320/1972+Dad+and+the+Girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294898144821634082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my Dad, Sister and me on a backyard rink my Dad build every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-6847053988756203371?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/6847053988756203371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=6847053988756203371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6847053988756203371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6847053988756203371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturdays-share.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Share...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SXtBzyP35CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2kWkEqLw6P8/s72-c/1972+Dad+and+the+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-4957741723834030967</id><published>2008-11-11T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:39:24.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><title type='text'>God Bless American Veterans...</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRl84lltHpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z31L8lpjwAc/s1600-h/Veterans_Day+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRl84lltHpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z31L8lpjwAc/s320/Veterans_Day+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267378550791282322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-4957741723834030967?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/4957741723834030967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=4957741723834030967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4957741723834030967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4957741723834030967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-bless-american-veterans.html' title='God Bless American Veterans...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRl84lltHpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z31L8lpjwAc/s72-c/Veterans_Day+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-6427338426262142691</id><published>2008-11-10T06:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:54:20.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman'/><title type='text'></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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRgdwrziStI/AAAAAAAAACk/0R1ndFPKIxM/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRgdwrziStI/AAAAAAAAACk/0R1ndFPKIxM/s320/simple-woman-daybook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266992486439602898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;FOR TODAY... November 10, 2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside My Window&lt;/span&gt;...the sun is rising and it looks like it will finally be a nice day after many rainy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;...about what I need to get done today...busy, busy week.  Largest fundraiser of year with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PTC&lt;/span&gt; ends today and going away this weekend.  Many things in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;...my cold seems to be finally leaving.  Although, my self diagnosis is that I really had influenza.  What ever it was, it was bad and I am thankful that I felt a bit better when I got up this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...I "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;re-found&lt;/span&gt;" my bread maker over the weekend, so I think I will make some bread.  As well, I think I am going to make some birdseed wreaths for teachers gifts for the upcoming holiday season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...my pj's and a sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;...an organized craft room.  I should say Rick and I are.  It is beautiful and I love what we have done so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going&lt;/span&gt;...away for the weekend with friends which I have had since elementary school.  We are going to a beautiful spa resort and getting all sorts of goodies "done" to us!  Warm rock massage, pedicures like you've never seen before...should be very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;...nothing.  being sick all last week, I have yet to get something new to read and really have not felt like reading this past week.  But, one of the things I plan on doing this week is finding a good book to take on my spa weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;...that our new President will make sound decisions but I am scared of what I think his decisions will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...my baseboard heaters clicking as the heat comes up in the house.  I like that sound kinda like a fire crackling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...the "boys" are still asleep and Brownie, Shirley and I are enjoying the peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brigham's&lt;/span&gt; Peppermint Ice Cream.  You have not had peppermint ice cream until you have had Brigham's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week&lt;/span&gt;...get ready for trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRgdwl3VLpI/AAAAAAAAACs/k_z37n4XbqA/s1600-h/Picture+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRgdwl3VLpI/AAAAAAAAACs/k_z37n4XbqA/s320/Picture+272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266992484844908178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the summer at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Funtown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Splashtown&lt;/span&gt; USA!!&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!&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/1018978496397387058-6427338426262142691?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/6427338426262142691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=6427338426262142691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6427338426262142691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6427338426262142691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SRgdwrziStI/AAAAAAAAACk/0R1ndFPKIxM/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-2127021026918961118</id><published>2008-11-03T18:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:57:22.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman'/><title type='text'>Simply Woman's Daybook...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SQ-NFTeNkUI/AAAAAAAAACE/pe-nH45XwcM/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SQ-NFTeNkUI/AAAAAAAAACE/pe-nH45XwcM/s200/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264581611685253442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside my Window&lt;/span&gt;...is sun and clear skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;...I am sad to have my first cold of the cold season : (&lt;br /&gt;And wishing it was not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;... a safe, warm home as winter approaches.  There are many people who will struggle with basic heating of their home and my heart is heavy for them and that struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...Roast chicken and fingerling potatoes...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am wearing&lt;/span&gt;...sweatshirt, yoga pants, slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am reading&lt;/span&gt;...nothing, just finished need to find new book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hoping&lt;/span&gt;...my cold will depart soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am creating&lt;/span&gt;...quilted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;place mats&lt;/span&gt; in fall colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; in the other room and my dog drinking his water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around the house&lt;/span&gt;...busy week until about Wednesday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;...listening to my son read...he loves to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week&lt;/span&gt;...vote, sell hot dogs for Fuel for Friends project during voting hours tomorrow and rest after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SQ-PIcz7cZI/AAAAAAAAACM/J94gwO7yBsg/s1600-h/1974+The+Twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SQ-PIcz7cZI/AAAAAAAAACM/J94gwO7yBsg/s200/1974+The+Twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264583864755122578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin sister and I on our first day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-2127021026918961118?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/2127021026918961118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=2127021026918961118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/2127021026918961118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/2127021026918961118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/11/simply-womans-daybook.html' title='Simply Woman&apos;s Daybook...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SQ-NFTeNkUI/AAAAAAAAACE/pe-nH45XwcM/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-5322121491830235492</id><published>2008-10-29T07:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:54:44.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Labrador Retriever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&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/whatbreedofdogareyouquiz/labrador.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very optimistic. You approach life with enthusiasm and vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aim to please, and you are a very quick learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a bit rowdy and unruly, especially when you don't get enough exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are a bit wild, you're never dangerous. You are a truly gentle creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&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/whatbreedofdogareyouquiz/"&gt;What Breed of Dog 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/1018978496397387058-5322121491830235492?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/5322121491830235492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=5322121491830235492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/5322121491830235492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/5322121491830235492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-are-labrador-retriever-you-are-very.html' title='Who knew...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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-1018978496397387058.post-4524795753548347139</id><published>2008-10-04T17:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:44:50.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning to Nigeria...</title><content type='html'>"I want to warn all the people in Nigeria that you may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; emails stating that the United States government wants to borrow 700 billion dollars.  Don't answer them...it's a scam."&lt;br /&gt;Jay Lennon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-4524795753548347139?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/4524795753548347139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=4524795753548347139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4524795753548347139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4524795753548347139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/10/warning-to-nigeria.html' title='Warning to Nigeria...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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-1018978496397387058.post-6594738031387573393</id><published>2008-09-26T08:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:44:22.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>You've been X'd...</title><content type='html'>Gosh, when I signed on the dotted line for this motherhood gig no one told me that the old saying (which goes something like this) that once you have kids, you will walk around with your heart outside your body would actually be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to my son the other day, I found out that he has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;X'd&lt;/span&gt; out at recess by another boy.  Don't know what being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;X'd&lt;/span&gt; out means?  Basically, it is the beginning of his life lesson about being excluded.  Turns out that this other boy, let's just call him J, decides what kids get to play at recess and what kids do not.  WHAT???  As Bobby described what happened, it was like a bad nightmare, I started feeling so angry at this kid I wanted to go give him a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' school yard pummeling.  OK, take a deep breath, I only mean that metaphorically....but metaphorically speaking it would have been one serious pummeling.   I tried to tell Bobby that it did not matter, go find other kids to play with but then I felt that rage again.  This was not a case of some kind of game of elimination, like capture the flag or any other numerous games.  This was pure and simple bullying.  I will control what happens here and who gets to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the story with J since Kindergarten.  During "Open House" kindergarten year, the teacher had the kids draw pictures of a fall scene.  Most pictures depicted a scene of a stick figure jumping in the leaves, apple trees, and horse wagons.  J's picture was of a stick figure holding a gun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shooting&lt;/span&gt; at a bird in the sky and two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; ducks on the ground.  No one in my family hunts, although I do understand to a certain degree the interest in the hunt.  But, really, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kindergartener&lt;/span&gt; draws this??  I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt; on a few field trips and so was J's mother.  This kid would talk to her with such rude and fowl language it choked me and what was the mothers reaction...laughter and a roll of the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...I can only teach Bobby how to deal with people like this but it breaks my heart that it has started at 7 y.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, J...I have just X'd you out of my son's life...OK, now I'll go back to being a 40 y.o. mature adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-6594738031387573393?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/6594738031387573393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=6594738031387573393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6594738031387573393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6594738031387573393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/09/youve-been-xd.html' title='You&apos;ve been X&apos;d...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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-1018978496397387058.post-4331481302005402285</id><published>2008-09-11T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:36:06.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>May we never forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SMpFaX7GtaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BVHHYBLaNqg/s1600-h/eaglecries1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SMpFaX7GtaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BVHHYBLaNqg/s320/eaglecries1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245081035427198370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers go out the families who lost love ones and also for those who survived... May we never forget... Blessings to all. May your hope be restored, for God is faithful and cares for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-4331481302005402285?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/4331481302005402285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=4331481302005402285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4331481302005402285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/4331481302005402285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='May we never forget...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SMpFaX7GtaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BVHHYBLaNqg/s72-c/eaglecries1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-867664589742748163</id><published>2008-08-28T18:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:52:34.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZudVWdjNUIA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZudVWdjNUIA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a video that I saw which cracked me up!!  It reminded me of what Rick was like with all the baby stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-867664589742748163?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/867664589742748163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=867664589742748163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/867664589742748163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/867664589742748163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-vocabulary.html' title='New Vocabulary'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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-1018978496397387058.post-146937837532311217</id><published>2008-08-26T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:23:44.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE TIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tide recedes, but leaves behind&lt;br /&gt;bright seashells on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down, but gentle warmth&lt;br /&gt;still lingers on the land.&lt;br /&gt;The music stops, yet echoes on&lt;br /&gt;in sweet, soulful refrains.&lt;br /&gt;For every joy that passes,&lt;br /&gt;something beautiful remains.&lt;br /&gt;--Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this poem the other day and thought it was so pretty.  Thought I'd share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-146937837532311217?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/146937837532311217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=146937837532311217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/146937837532311217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/146937837532311217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/08/tide-tide-recedes-but-leaves-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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-1018978496397387058.post-1783171552580241355</id><published>2008-08-26T14:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:44:40.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Schools about to start but I want recess already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;Busy time for a lot of  us moms! I have much to do to get Bobby ready for school next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing I hate is the huge amount of  stuff he needs on the first day of school.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I think he will have to take a suitcase, in addition to his  backpack.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well. I’m excited,  yet a bit sad. I see the years whipping by and I am wondering how they are  passing so quickly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seems like just  yesterday Bobby was entering preschool for the first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know some mothers cry, I did not, but  I had a bolder in the pit of my stomach until it was time to pick him up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not know what to do with  myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now Bobby is entering  2&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; grade and I just don’t feel old enough for all this. You  know, I still get that bolder in my stomach some days when he gets on the bus and  waves goodbye. I remember a time Bobby could barely see over the edge of the  window on the bus to look back and wave.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now he is in clear view up to the chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When did he get so big and old?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I often think about  how at his wedding, when the groom is standing at the end of the aisle, waiting  for his bride, and the huge weight of that moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get all choked up realizing that will  be my son someday. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thought of passing  him over to some girl, praying they will have a happy life and make good  choices. I can see why so many parents push their kids for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just plain sad, they want to have  THIS time we are in right NOW again. I want to FREEZE him at this age right  now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is just perfect, as it is.  Why don’t we get that option?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll miss the hugs at  my knees, the excitement over holidays and things in life and nature that we as  adults get too busy to stop and look at.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;If these little people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t say “WOW! Look at that!” with all that  excitement in their LITTLE voices, we would not see it again, as we did as  children. His voices that will change and become grown up. He will be taller  than Rick and I, although that is not such a feat in itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someday I won’t be mommy or mama…I’ll be  ma or mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like the little voice  calling me as it does today. Even if it feels like it is 1,000 times a day…and I  swear, on most days I am going to change my name because I have heard it too  many times!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-1783171552580241355?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/1783171552580241355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=1783171552580241355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/1783171552580241355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/1783171552580241355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-time-for-lot-of-us-moms-i-have.html' title='Schools about to start but I want recess already...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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-1018978496397387058.post-9222941326010450911</id><published>2008-08-15T12:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:59:22.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>I Found My Pot O' Gold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SKWvqVt18oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wk-FrraEbgA/s1600-h/Picture+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234783283806859906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SKWvqVt18oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wk-FrraEbgA/s320/Picture+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SKWvqcwFQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/l76RHC_8nKE/s1600-h/Picture+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234783285695300578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SKWvqcwFQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/l76RHC_8nKE/s320/Picture+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; an amazing sight last night in our backyard. I always forget how breath taking rainbows are. This was especially beautiful because it was literally IN our backyard. If you look carefully in the first picture, you will see there were actually two rainbows!! It seemed like we were sitting on top of the pot of gold. Which made me realize that we really do feel that way, everyday, since we moved to Maine. It is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gratifying&lt;/span&gt; to have your husband tell you he has never been more happy in his life than since we moved here. I suppose someone else had that same feeling when they came up with the state &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;motto&lt;/span&gt; of "Maine, The Way Life Should Be". There are even signs when you drive into Maine letting you know that. I am sure most people drive past it thinking something along the line of "yea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...whatever" or "these Mainers sure are full of themselves". But, if you come to Maine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; experience Maine you will walk away knowing why that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;motto&lt;/span&gt; really stands the test of truth. I mean look at these pictures, besides the amazing rainbow, take a look at those trees!! So beautiful and lush. And the sky, man it looks so blue it actually looks purple! And I get to look out my back windows everyday and look at this!! Anyways, we do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; feel like we are sitting on our pot of gold...and Rick would tell you I spend it, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-9222941326010450911?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/9222941326010450911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=9222941326010450911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/9222941326010450911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/9222941326010450911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='I Found My Pot O&apos; Gold...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SKWvqVt18oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wk-FrraEbgA/s72-c/Picture+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-7173342076362751159</id><published>2008-07-22T10:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:37:56.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>I Want My Mama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Car conversation with Bobby and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Mom, I'm feeling sad the last two days".&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You are? Why?".&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Cause I hear that I am not calling you Mama anymore and I only call you Mom".&lt;br /&gt;Me: (lump in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt;) "That's okay. You can call me anything you want".&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "I don't want to call you Mom, I want to call you Mama, but I can't remember". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SIXrNk7JF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IqC1Uob58pc/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225841561115891650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SIXrNk7JF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IqC1Uob58pc/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-7173342076362751159?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/7173342076362751159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=7173342076362751159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/7173342076362751159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/7173342076362751159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-my-mama.html' title='I Want My Mama...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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/_KA9FY_zDdbI/SIXrNk7JF8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IqC1Uob58pc/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018978496397387058.post-6278473700535893887</id><published>2008-07-20T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:59:37.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Give her a chance to sing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sweet little boy and I were sitting on the couch tonight and he saw that a show called "America's Got Talent" was coming on and wanted to watch it. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reluctantly&lt;/span&gt;, I agreed. The first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; was a woman who by the third note was so bad sounding that the audience and judges were boo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and so forth. Well, Bobby decided that it was so mean for them to be doing this. He turned to me and said "that's so mean", "I can't believe they are dong that", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. I said "yeah, but these types of shows get ratings if they have people come on and make a fool out of themselves. He just said "oh".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In about one minute I looked back over at him and he was crying. I said "whats the matter?" and he said "I am so sad for that lady. They did not even let her try to sing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-6278473700535893887?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/6278473700535893887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=6278473700535893887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6278473700535893887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/6278473700535893887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/07/give-her-chance-to-sing.html' title='Give her a chance to sing...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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-1018978496397387058.post-1238182193980361221</id><published>2008-07-17T09:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:36:02.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>President of the Debate Team...</title><content type='html'>My son is going to be the President of the Debate Team, this I know. Lately, my son has decided to debate everything. By everything, I mean &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. He also has decided that during these debates, he &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; everything. It does not matter what the subject, he has decided he knows it ALL. He will ask a question, you will deliver a sound answer and it is like he heard a bell ring and that is the start of the debate. Subject matter makes no difference to him. Whether it is what can he have for a snack, what time does he need to go to bed, how does his mother weed the garden, why did I pass that car, what is a "Managers Special" at the store, whatever. When given an accurate and reasonable answer he will find a reason to debate it. I don't really understand why this has started but something tells me it has to do with him being a 7 year old who thinks he's a 17 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me when he is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; a 17 year old. And if the next 10 years go as fast as the first 7 years went, it is just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018978496397387058-1238182193980361221?l=babblingsahm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/feeds/1238182193980361221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018978496397387058&amp;postID=1238182193980361221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/1238182193980361221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018978496397387058/posts/default/1238182193980361221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babblingsahm.blogspot.com/2008/07/king-of-debate-team.html' title='President of the Debate Team...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00714971443749179482</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>
