<?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-33361272</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:52:48.070-05:00</updated><category term='the kids'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='Losing Weight'/><category term='Contest'/><category term='funny stuff'/><category term='General'/><category term='memes'/><category term='Outdoors'/><category term='The Move'/><category term='Life with WiseGuy'/><title type='text'>The Misadventures of Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-4289202701794997870</id><published>2008-08-05T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:31:44.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of WiseGuy,</title><content type='html'>We were out to eat this weekend and WiseGuy was placing his order.  Reading directly from the menu WiseGuy told the waiter 'Cheeseburger with one side, please.'  The waiter asked 'Which side would you like?'  WiseGuy looked at the menu, looked at the waiter and replied 'The left.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost peed my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-4289202701794997870?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/4289202701794997870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=4289202701794997870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4289202701794997870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4289202701794997870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/08/out-of-mouth-of-wiseguy.html' title='Out of the Mouth of WiseGuy,'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5987785489192433177</id><published>2008-08-05T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:26:25.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Pocahantas!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Pocahantas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5987785489192433177?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5987785489192433177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5987785489192433177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5987785489192433177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5987785489192433177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/08/poke-what.html' title='Poke What?'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5551294762921669842</id><published>2008-07-26T10:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:46:44.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Battle Cancer</title><content type='html'>Animals play a very important role in my life.  When i talk about being a mom i am not just referring to my children with two legs and no fur.  My four legged, fur lined housemates are just as close to my heart.  They are my furbabies.&lt;br /&gt;Back in May i lost a soul mate.  My shepherd mix, Petey, lost his battle with lymphoma.  He was diagnosed in February and the disease worked fast.  He is one of those reasons i had mentioned for being away from blogland for so long.  My heart is broken and i am still in mourning.  The whole situation was a traumatic one for me and i was lucky to have one of very best friends, &lt;a href="http://blogmymemory-kimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimmy&lt;/a&gt;, with me when Petey's time came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Out of this came a desire to help other people who are in the same situation i was.  There were treatments, chemotherapy, that could've put the cancer into remission and given my boy several more happy, quality years.  Those treatments, however, cost upwards around $5000 and we could not afford that.  i was devastated and turned my sadness and desperation into action, researching online and calling different vets and clinics to get as much information as possible to help combat the disease in other ways and maybe find an organization to help with the costs of treatment.  My vet was awesome and worked hand in hand with me to fill out applications and get info together.  i heard back from every single organization with the same message 'Your dog is the perfect candidate to receive financial aid for treatment, however, we regret to inform you that we have no funds to give at this time.'&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most helpless feelings in the world.  Knowing there were ways to help him but money stood in the way.  i was blessed to be part of a very tight-knit online community who got together and raised $300 for Petey.  It certainly wouldn't pay for the chemo, but it helped with purchased a better quality, grain-free, dog food, as well as supplements to support his immune system. &lt;br /&gt;Having gone through the frustration and agony that i did i am trying to come up with ways to help other people in my situation.  One of the organizations that i turned to was &lt;a href="http://www.caninecancerawareness.org/"&gt;Canine Cancer Awareness.org&lt;/a&gt;  They allowed me to post &lt;a href="http://www.caninecancerawareness.org/html/SponsorsNeeded.html#Petey"&gt;Petey's story&lt;/a&gt; on their website in hopes of getting financial sponsors.  They are also doing lots of wonderful work educating people about canine cancer and raising funds to help families in need.  Below is a button that links to the Canine Cancer Awareness website.  Won't you please post it on your own blogs?  Spread the word and help prevent others from experiencing the heartbreak i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caninecancerawareness.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/ccarib.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5551294762921669842?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5551294762921669842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5551294762921669842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5551294762921669842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5551294762921669842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-battle-cancer.html' title='Help Battle Cancer'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1620099527968970055</id><published>2008-07-17T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:50:15.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New 'Do</title><content type='html'>Well, i just HAD to post a pic of WiseGuy's latest hairdo.  &lt;br /&gt;i didn't know until he sat in the stylists chair that he wanted a mohawk.  We used to style his hair into one with his regular ol cut, but this time he wanted it SHAVED that way.  Those who know me know that i'm not the most conventional person anyway, so i was happy to oblige.  i figure it's only hair, it will grow back!&lt;br /&gt;One of the little boys at the babysitter's house decided that he TOO wanted a mohawk...and a dye job!  His hair is now a black and red mohawk.  Of course, Gabriel wanted a new color now, too.  Fortunately i have a few different colored hair glues that i used to use on occasion.  It keeps the mohawk standing up and colors it until the next shampoo!  He was tickled.  Today his hair matched his shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2677108005_e31ed2234f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2677108005_e31ed2234f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2677108035_7b79bafbb7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2677108035_7b79bafbb7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1620099527968970055?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1620099527968970055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1620099527968970055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1620099527968970055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1620099527968970055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-do.html' title='The New &apos;Do'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-9200740161218124160</id><published>2008-07-12T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:38:05.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potentially Dangerous Revelation</title><content type='html'>The following information may prove dangerous in some households.  You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what the conversation was initially about but it eventually lead to baking.  Particularly cookies.  My boss reveals at some point that you can make cookies out of cake batter!  Maybe this is common knowledge to all of you, but this is a new one to me!  She said that if you add 1/2 cup of veggie oil and 2 eggs then bake they turn out like cookies.  It can't be just that easy.  Imagine using lemon cake batter....or strawberry cake batter....or party color chip cake batter.  Then imagine mixing things into it!  The possibilities are virtually limitless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried out this little tidbit of culinary knowledge just this afternoon.  A few weeks ago Giant had a 10/$10 on cake mixes....both Giant brand AND Duncan Hines!  i used Duncan Hines Triple Chocolate Fudge cake mix and made some of the most delicious cookies i've had in a long time!  i had some icing in the cabinet and spread some on the bottom of two cookies and pressed them together to make a large oreo cookie/whoopie pie sort of treat.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can give you a little bit of good news about this.  They do make Low Sugar cake mixes and frostings.  This means you can feel a little bit better about giving them to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the baking directions, i put them in a 350 degree oven for 9-12 minutes.  Just drop them on the tray with a spoon and pop them in the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see how this could be dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USE THIS KNOWLEDGE RESPONSIBLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-9200740161218124160?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/9200740161218124160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=9200740161218124160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/9200740161218124160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/9200740161218124160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/07/potentially-dangerous-revelation.html' title='Potentially Dangerous Revelation'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-233558060414803607</id><published>2008-07-06T07:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:59:32.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day At Independence Hall</title><content type='html'>SmartyPants has a birthday coming up.  It falls towards the middle of the week and the following weekend she will be leaving for camp, so this year we decided to celebrate as a family the weekend before.  The Fourth of July happens to occur that weekend, as well, which means most of her friends and some of our family members were out of town or had other previous engagements.  Things were not looking good for a party for SmartyPants.  After some brainstorming, though we came up with a few idea and presented the best, most affordable to her and let her choose our destination.  She chose to spend the Fourth of July in Philadelphia.  &lt;br /&gt;i figured she would,  you see, her class went on a trip to Philadelphia earlier this year and she came home VERY disappointed.  They took the walking tour....which meant walking BY the landmarks, not through them.  So she saw the BUILDING where the Liberty Bell is housed, but not the bell itself.  The same with Independence Hall.  She was upset, to be sure.  So what better day to visit this historic city?&lt;br /&gt;It was raining steadily when we got up, but we still had every intention of going.  This was a rain or shine trip.  We got out of the house only two minutes past our estimated time of departure, which is EXCELLENT for our family.  The drive was uneventful (YESSSSS!!!) and we easily found the parking garage directly beneath the Independence Visitors Center, which was our first stop.  Ok, actually the BATHROOMS in the visitors center was our first stop.  Then over to the Liberty Bell.&lt;br /&gt;One of the neat things about this trip was that not only had the kids never seen any of this stuff, but neither had Wayne.  i had seen it all at least once over the course of growing up here.  Now i got to watch my family have the same experiences for the first time.  It was very cool :)&lt;br /&gt;We visited Benjamin Franklin's grave(the first and only time i intend on paying to walk through the gates of a church graveyard), walked Market St, went inside Independence Hall and attended an ALL YOU CAN EAT ICE CREAM FESTIVAL.  You gave them $5 and they gave you a spoon and access to a large tent filled with vendors trying to keep up with the demand of the attendees.  Vendors like Ben &amp; Jerry's, Haagen Das, Jack &amp; Jill, Turkey Hill, Rita's and so many others.  They had small cups with one good sized scoop in each and you could take as many as you liked as often as you liked.  It.  Was.  Awesome.  The proceeds all went to Lukemia research, so it was for a great cause!  It was the first and probably only time that we had ice cream for lunch.  The problem was that it didn't take us very long for all the sugar to burn up and we became quite hungry for dinner early.&lt;br /&gt;We trekked around a LOT that day and NONE of us are really accustomed to that much walking.  Ok, so maybe SOME of us aren't accustomed to that much physical activity altogether, but i digress.  Our dogs were BARKING!  Our feet were killing us and all we wanted to do was sit down and eat.  So we walked the streets trying to find something nice, something sit down and something affordable.  We got two out of three.  It was quite a nice place called &lt;a href="http://www.ploughstars.com/"&gt;'The Plough &amp; The Stars' in Old City Philadelphia.&lt;/a&gt;  We checked out everyone's type of dress and some were in jeans and shorts and tees like us so, as we were all tired of walking we stepped inside and got shown to our loft table.  i could tell immediately by the place settings that we had stepped into *cue scary music* a NICE restaurant!!!  i had a little bit of experience in the fine dining department while i was growing up so i wasn't so concerned for myself....it was the rest of my gang of hoodlums.  My children have table manners, mind you, i promise you i have taught them both the basics.  WiseGuy has some difficulty remembering some of those manners, as does SmartyPants.  Come to think of it, Wayne doesn't always seem to remember HIS, either.  i just sort of looked at the table setting, looked at Wayne and he said 'If we ever want to learn how to eat at a nice place we'll all have to GO to a nice place.'  With that we sat and picked up our menus.  So, two out of the three criteria had been met...nice place and sit down.  The third flew out the window when i opened the menu and saw that the cheapest entree in the place at $18.50.  Oh don't you believe the menu they have on their website...the prices have changed.  i looked up at Wayne and he looked at me.  'We can always leave, honey.'  he said to me.  Yeah, right...that's just what i'm going to do now that i've been seated, had my napkin put in my lap and my drink order already taken.  Let's just leave.  No, we could do this, to be honest.  The rest of the day was so inexpensive that i figured we could splurge.  i looked over at WiseGuy to see him happily using his two forks as airplanes flying side by side and knew it could prove to be a long meal.  Aside from a few silverwear faux pas here and there it went relatively smoothly and the bill wasn't as bad as i had anticipated, all things considered.  YAY TEAM!!&lt;br /&gt;We trekked back to the Visitor's Center only to find that most people had abandonded the area, heading down to the Ben Franklin Parkway for the parade, festival, concert and fireworks.  Not to mention it had started to rain again.  Gabe had been done for the day several hours ago, Wayne was ready to call it a day, Ivy and i wanted to go to the rest of the festivities.  We stood discussing it when the rain started coming down harder and we watched one another get soaked.  With tears in her eyes SmartyPants agreed that going home was the smart thing to do.  When she saw the chaos happening down by the Ben Franklin she realized she made the right decision.  Besides, there were still some fireworks happening locally the next night.&lt;br /&gt;It had quit raining by the time we got home and both kids had fallen asleep in the car.  We had to stop at my mom's to pick up the dog and home we went, everyone exhausted from the day.&lt;br /&gt;We used disposable cameras to take pics so i don't have those yet, but will post some when i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful and safe Fourth of July!&lt;br /&gt;i know we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-233558060414803607?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/233558060414803607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=233558060414803607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/233558060414803607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/233558060414803607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day-at-independence-hall.html' title='Independence Day At Independence Hall'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7919753580087548722</id><published>2008-07-02T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:39:56.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Be 'It?'</title><content type='html'>i wasn't necessarily tagged for this meme but i'm gonna be 'it' anyway...just cuz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Attached or single? Attached &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Best friend? That's the guy i'm attached to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or pie? i must say that i prefer pie.  While i like a good moist cake i prefer the fruit in the pie, as well as cream pies....mmmm  and chocolate pie....and peanut butter pie....and custard pie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Day of choice? All in all, Saturday is the only day when all four of us are home at the same time for the entire day....so that would be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential item? Computer, i recently learned.  Our desktop died and i realized that i couldn't pay my bills or check on things in my bank account without it.  There are certain things that i keep track of that i just can't do anywhere else but online or on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite color? Violet....bright deep blue violet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms? Worms are the choice around this fish tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Home town? Reading, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Favorite indulgence? Uhm....food?  i dunno....when i indulge myself it usually involves something very rich or fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July? i suppose i SHOULD say July as that is SmartyPants' birth month, but if i'm being honest i'll have to go with January.  i've had my fill of summer weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids? Two of 'em!  SmartyPants will be 11 years old next week and WiseGuy will be 7 in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Life isn’t complete without? Animal companions...my life wouldn't be whole without an animal to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Marriage date? January 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of brothers and sisters? One blood brother and a bunch of stepsiblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Oranges or Apples? Apples make some wonderful dishes...pie, apple sauce, fried apples, apple dumplings...mmmm...however (what did i just say?  HOWEVER!) When it comes to which i would prefer to eat straight up, i'd choose orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias? Any kind of free fall - the kids getting taken from me by a stranger (sounds stupid, i know, but i'm a FREAK when it comes to my children being out of my sight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quotes? Ghosts were people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Reasons to smile? my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Season of choice? Autumn, hands down!  Halloween in my fave holiday, i love the apple cider, the hay rides, the beautiful colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. Tag 5 people: No :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. Unknown fact about me? i currently own the very first cat i've ever owned in my life and i've only had her for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Vegetable? peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. Worst habit? smoking...yep, i admit it...i'm a smoker...and it's by far my worst habit.  i've quit 4 or 5 times already and i'm sure i could again...when i'm ready.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. Xray or ultrasound? whichever one will give them the answer they need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Your favorite food? cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? Leo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7919753580087548722?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7919753580087548722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7919753580087548722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7919753580087548722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7919753580087548722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-be-it.html' title='Can I Be &apos;It?&apos;'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1631239138795643518</id><published>2008-07-01T07:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:26:12.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee</title><content type='html'>Here i sit in front of the laptop at 7:11am drinking my coffee and eating my Activia Yogurt, pondering the prospects of the day wondering what awe inspiring task i'll be given at work today.  Posting payments, maybe?  Moving files, possibly?  Maybe i'll continue my momentous task from yesterday....paper shredding!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAWN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had my druthers i'druther be drinking my mocha, eating my bons-bons while awaiting the arrival of the cleaning lady and the pool boy.  Suppose one would need a pool in order to have a pool boy.  Lord knows i've got plenty for the hypothetical cleaning lady to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SmartyPants is still sleeping (i'm jealous) and WiseGuy insisted on an early morning shot of the Xbox.  It's like his coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is flipping through the morning news shows and drinking his coffee, no doubt contemplating what Comcast will throw at him later this morning.  It ain't easy being The Cable Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life goes by so fast it's easy to overlook these seemingly mundane times.  Taking a step back to look at the big picture....how 'quiet' the house is despite the beeps from the xbox and the news anchor rattling on.  There's no yelling, no fighting, no barking, no meowing.  Odd how the definition of 'quiet' changes after you have kids in the house for a while.  But it's quiet...and peaceful....and i wish i didn't have to work today so i could stay home and enjoy this peace and quiet...until, that is, SmartyPants wakes up and begins picking on WiseGuy then Wayne chimes in telling her to leave him alone and she begins arguing that he started it even though we all know that SHE did and WiseGuy argues HIS battle with SmartyPants that SHE started it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah....i gotta go to work now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1631239138795643518?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1631239138795643518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1631239138795643518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1631239138795643518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1631239138795643518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-coffee.html' title='Morning Coffee'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7613361784917477357</id><published>2008-06-29T19:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:32:53.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since i've made a post.  So much to have blogged about between then and now.  Of course, it's those very things that have kept me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know that i can post everything here in one, two or even three posts.  The past 7-8 months have been pretty packed with events.  Some life altering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our old computer finally took a dump.  Regardless of what we decided to do to remedy the situation we were going to have to put out some cashola.  So we decided to indulge ourselves and Wayne bought me a laptop.  Now i am able to surf the web in bed, on the couch or even out on the front porch.  This really sounds dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been keeping up with friends' blogs all along, sometimes posting comments.  i hope you all know i've been keeping up with you and thinking of you.  i suck at showing it but you ladies are often in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to reviving this blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7613361784917477357?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7613361784917477357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7613361784917477357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7613361784917477357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7613361784917477357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2008/06/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5890397703355066315</id><published>2007-11-03T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:14:16.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloweeners!</title><content type='html'>Just a few days late with the Halloween post.  i've been one tired chickadee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took off from work for Halloween, which was nice.  i did SmartyPants' and Wiseguy's Halloween parade, then Wiseguy's class party.  Then picked up Wayne from work, got the kids from school (early dismissal) and then Wayne went to get two teeth pulled (yeowch!)  i made the kids have some quiet time and let them veg for a little in front of the TV.  i knew they were going to be up late and i also knew that after all the candy at school a nap would be out of the question and so they sat quietly and recharged their batteries in front of the ol tellie...so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne came home and started dinner, swollen faced and numb lipped...the poor guy.  He is quite a trooper!  After dinner, the kids got back into their costumes and he let me do HIS makeup, too!  When picking out the kids things he saw a makeup kit that he wanted...it included horns, too!  Of course, he didn't expect that he would be having teeth pulled on Halloween, either.  In spite of the pain, he allowed me to do his makeup and apply his horns.  WiseGuy said he looked "Eeeevvviiiiiillllll!'&lt;br /&gt;WiseGuy had decided on being a brown dog and SmartyPants quickly followed up with a black cat.  Worked great since they fight like cats and dogs!  When putting the costumes together i decided i was going to get things they would/could reuse.  WiseGuy got brown carpenter pants, a long sleeved brown thermal top and a cheap $5 brown tshirt over top.  A few white felt circles, a nose, some ears and a tail and he was a brown dog.  SmartyPants got black sweat pants, a black turtleneck and a long sleeved black shirt for overtop.  Add a kitty mask, a tail, some black gloves with pink felt pads on the fingertips and a pink ribbon collar with rhinestones and a bell....and you have a black cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado....the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/catdog1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/eeeevillllll.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/MAKEUP.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wear any costume....as a matter of fact, i never even put a drop of makeup on my face all day!  Trust me when i tell you that THAT is a scary sight indeed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5890397703355066315?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5890397703355066315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5890397703355066315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5890397703355066315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5890397703355066315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-halloweeners.html' title='My Halloweeners!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1523990870492010521</id><published>2007-10-22T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:44:31.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Pandemonium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vE9djsBsno/RxyoliKD1gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/macWzUqqa5M/s1600-h/yoho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vE9djsBsno/RxyoliKD1gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/macWzUqqa5M/s200/yoho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124155838818407938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is finally close enough that we decided to go out over the weekend and get our pumpkins for carving.  We went to a nearby nursery that always has lots of fun activities for the kids (for those who know the area Green Valley Nursery.)  It was a gorgeous day for it!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, lots of people get one family pumpkin for carving and maybe a smaller one or two for the wee ones in the family.  That would be just way too simple for our family, so we each pick out our own big pumpkin.  Wayne didn't really feel up to pumpkin carving challenge at the moment so he decided he would just be WiseGuy's assistant later on and helped him pick out a rather small pumpkin (our intention was just for WiseGuy to paint and/or use marker on the thing.)  SmartyPants picked out a fairly medium sized pumpkin and i picked out a monster of a thing (it weighed in at 20lbs up at the register!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vE9djsBsno/RxyolSKD1eI/AAAAAAAAABA/32h2Lv7Qlto/s1600-h/2face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vE9djsBsno/RxyolSKD1eI/AAAAAAAAABA/32h2Lv7Qlto/s200/2face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124155834523440610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made it home (after a hayride, going through a corn maze and riding up to Skyline Orchard to pick up some fresh apple cider) we started prepping our work area on the table in the backyard.  WiseGuy has no patience...and while we prepped  he hopped on his scooter and took off.  Thanks for the help, dude!  SmartyPants couldn't stand to wait, either, clamoring to get her hands on the carving tools.  Unfortunately, we only had one set of carving tools (save for the two pumpkin scrapers i just happened to have.)  i didn't think it would be TOO much of a problem since WiseGuy was supposed to be painting his, but, since my family can never do things the EASY way that wasn't going to happen.  WiseGuy wanted nothing to do with the carving session and Wayne decided that he wanted to carve WiseGuy's pumpkin.  i reminded Wayne of the size of this dwarf pumpkin and he shrugged it off and chose a pirate ship pattern out of the carving pattern book.  SmartyPants chose a ghost holding a candelabra and i chose a Jekyll and Hyde type of 2 faced thing.  &lt;br /&gt;We gutted our pumpkins, saving the seeds to make baked pumpkin seeds later.  The carving didn't seem to take as long this year as it has in the the years passed.  Even for SmartyPants...and this was only her second year doing the actual carving!  i was thoroughly impressed with Wayne's pirate ship....he didn't kick butt job considering the size of his workspace.  Mine didn't turn out too shabby, either.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to bake those pumpkin seeds.  They are laying on a cookie sheet drying.  Maybe later today....yeah....maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vE9djsBsno/RxyolSKD1fI/AAAAAAAAABI/QIrz5Zc2eCc/s1600-h/candleaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1vE9djsBsno/RxyolSKD1fI/AAAAAAAAABI/QIrz5Zc2eCc/s200/candleaboo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124155834523440626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1523990870492010521?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1523990870492010521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1523990870492010521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1523990870492010521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1523990870492010521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-pandemonium.html' title='Pumpkin Pandemonium'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1vE9djsBsno/RxyoliKD1gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/macWzUqqa5M/s72-c/yoho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-373882954068472648</id><published>2007-10-18T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:34:47.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's The Man!  Shut Yo Mouth!</title><content type='html'>i've not been writing anything of substance here lately.  i'm one exhausted lady lately.  So i've been counting on the different memes to give me some content.  Here's the latest to run across my path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your man?&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;for just about 14 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long did you date?&lt;br /&gt;we never did officially 'date'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man?&lt;br /&gt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more?&lt;br /&gt;While we can both put away the food, Wayne eats more than me because he has more machine to fuel ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said “I love you” first?&lt;br /&gt;i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller?&lt;br /&gt;At 6'3" Wayne tends to be taller than most...not ALL, but most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter?&lt;br /&gt;Neither - we each have areas where we excel more than the other which make us a very good compliment for one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse?&lt;br /&gt;i would have to say mine...at least, mine is quicker, which can be considered worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;we both do...although i despise it almost as much as doing the dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who takes out the trash?&lt;br /&gt;He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right hand side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills?&lt;br /&gt;we both have specific bills that we each pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is better with the computer?&lt;br /&gt;We both have our strengths and weaknesses here, too.  He'll tell you HE'S better....and i'll tell you he's AWESOME with the computer, but i'm pretty good, myself.  He's good with hardware, i'm good with software....so, again, a good compliment for one another, i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who mows the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;The lawn boy *grin* (ah, the joys of living with my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who cooks dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Most times Wayne, but at the moment, he and my mom share the cooking duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who drives when you are together?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Wayne...but, like &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt;, i use the 'seat setting' argument to get behind the wheel on family outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who pays when you go out?&lt;br /&gt;depends on who got paid most recently &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is most stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;hrm...guess i'll have to say me on this one, too....but he's pretty darned headstrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?&lt;br /&gt;That's something we both hate doing, but will do eventually in any argument.  i've said it more times than i can count and so has he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose parents do you see the most?&lt;br /&gt;Mine now because we live with them.  A few months ago, it would've been HIS parents that we saw most....we have all since moved from Florida...us to PA and them to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first?&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me while we were looking at pictures from his winter break trip to Abu Dahbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out?&lt;br /&gt;We never did that part of it.  We just...kinda...were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who proposed?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know that anyone proposed, really....there wasn't some big 'get down on one knee' moment...we just sorta started talking about a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is more sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Me without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who has more friends?&lt;br /&gt;we have a lot of mutual friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more siblings?&lt;br /&gt;we both have one blood sibling, i, however, have step siblings and he does not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who wears the pants in the family?&lt;br /&gt;We used to have an answer for that but these days we know that we both need to have input in most decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-373882954068472648?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/373882954068472648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=373882954068472648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/373882954068472648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/373882954068472648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/10/hes-man-shut-yo-mouth.html' title='He&apos;s The Man!  Shut Yo Mouth!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1820723983217113987</id><published>2007-09-25T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:30:11.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/ourpumpkins06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/ourpumpkins06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Christmas, Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite holiday on the calendar is Halloween!  This year it's even better being back up in a climate that actually HAS AUTUMN!  &lt;br /&gt;The pumpkins above were carved by SmartyPants and i last year.  She did the face and i did the other one.  We are still trying to decide what we will do this year.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cute Halloween survey/meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts or Goblins?:&lt;br /&gt;- Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombies or Vampires?:&lt;br /&gt;- Vampires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witches or Hags?:&lt;br /&gt;- Witches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werewolves or Frankenstein?:&lt;br /&gt;- Big old hairy Werewolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Cats or bats?:&lt;br /&gt;- Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat?:&lt;br /&gt;- TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Corn or Candy Apples?:&lt;br /&gt;- Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkins or Squash?:&lt;br /&gt;- Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange or Purple lights?:&lt;br /&gt;- Purple, if i have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toads or Spiders?:&lt;br /&gt;- i can handle spiders better than toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanterns or Lit-Pumpkins?:&lt;br /&gt;- i prefer carved lit pumpkins....AND lanterns! Why not both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeletons or Mummies?:&lt;br /&gt;- Skeletons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morticia or Lily Munster?:&lt;br /&gt;- That's a toughie.  A little of both, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to dress up for Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- i have and will dress up for Halloween depending on the situation. No matter what, though, i at LEAST do some sort of freaky or creepy makeup job. Last year i rimmed my eyes with bright red eyeshadow and red eyeliner and made the rest of my face pale. Nothing major, but something a little unnerving nonetheless. This year i took off from work to take the kids trick - or - treating and am considering dressing in SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you last year for Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- See above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to be this year?:&lt;br /&gt;- i'm not sure...still pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite costume you have ever worn?:&lt;br /&gt;- i'm not too sure on this one, either.  It's a toss up between a mad blood-spattered scientist toting my husband around in a straight jacket as my patient and the year i dressed as a hippie when i was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you spend your Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- These days we take the kids out trick-or-treating.  Then when we come home, they go to bed and we go through their candy for the &lt;del&gt;real good stuff&lt;/del&gt; unsafe stuff and watch scary movies and stuff on tv.  In recent years i've been watching the live episodes of Ghost Hunters on SciFi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you or are you not going trick or treating this year?:&lt;br /&gt;- i'm TAKING the kids trick-or-treating....so kinda sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did or do you pull Halloween pranks?:&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, we used to go 'raiding.  We threw uncooked hard corn kernels by the handful at people's windows and the cobs at their doors. Not quite sure when or how or WHY that started, but it was a tradition that took place the few weeks that led up to Halloween EVERY YEAR and the neighbors HATED it.  We kids had a blast, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you superstitious?:&lt;br /&gt;- i am out of habit, not because i believe in superstitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like caramel popcorn?:&lt;br /&gt;- is the pope german?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone in the country to look for pumpkins?:&lt;br /&gt;- Does the pumpkin patch at the nursery count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a hayride?:&lt;br /&gt;- MANY many hayrides.  i'm sure there are MANY more to come with the kids over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you decorate your home for Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- i LOVE to decorate for Halloween! i have to tone it down this year because i'm living with my mom, but she let me put these gel window stick ons of bloody handprints and blood spatters in the windows of my bedroom on the FRONT OF THE HOUSE! i also convinced her to let me put out some spider webs.  i USED to have a foam tomb stone, but that got lost in the shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a haunted house?:&lt;br /&gt;- I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a graveyard on Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- i think so...one time in college, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever attended a Halloween party?:&lt;br /&gt;- Several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to an amusement park's Halloween event?:&lt;br /&gt;- There were probably some of THE best Halloween events at Universal Studios and Disney when we lived down in Florida....but do you know i never got to go to one in the seven years i lived there?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch scary movies on Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes...and for several weeks prior to Halloween, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your candy stolen from you?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes! It was scary and it sucked. i was around 11 or 12 and someone ran up behind me and my friend. We were walking up the hill to our houses, our bags STUFFED after a night around town and all of the sudden i felt a sharp pain in my hand as the plastic candy bag handle dug into my skin. I pulled back hard as i could but the handle broke and the kid ran with the candy. A few of the neighborhood boys and one of the dads walked around the blocks for a little bit trying to find the kid but they never did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever steal any ones candy?:&lt;br /&gt;- No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever gotten hurt due to your prank?:&lt;br /&gt;- Nope it was always fairly innocent stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dressed as a witch/warlock?:&lt;br /&gt;- Somewhere along the lines i probably have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents into Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- My stepmom is a Halloween fanatic, but my mom and dad themselves aren't 'into' Halloween so to speak. My stepdad would rather we didn't even decorate to encourage trick-or-treaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you believe is the most common Halloween costume?:&lt;br /&gt;- Ghost, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took an axe and gave her mother forty wacks? &lt;br /&gt;-  Lizzie Borden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tradition for Halloween day?:&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing other than the usual trick or treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someone who was born on Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed out candy?:&lt;br /&gt;- i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbed for apples?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to a pumpkin patch?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted a Halloween Party?:&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a Halloween Party?:&lt;br /&gt;- Several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made pumpkin pie?:&lt;br /&gt;- Nope, can't say that i have...maybe i should start this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raked leaves?:&lt;br /&gt;- Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Travel Channel with the Halloween specials?:&lt;br /&gt;- You mean Most Haunted? Yeah, i've watched that.  i flip back and forth between it and Ghost Hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amityville Horror?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- House Of Wax?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tales From The Crypt?:&lt;br /&gt;- My most favorite is Demon Knight! Billy Zane.....yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Exorcist?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Texas Chainsaw Massacre:&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so, now that you mention it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pumpkinhead?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Grudge?:&lt;br /&gt;-  i saw the first one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Sixth Sense?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Others?:&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm...maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All or any of the Nightmare On Elm Street?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Practical Magic?:&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Any or all of The Simpson's Halloween episodes?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes most, if not all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Munsters?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Addams Family?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elvira?:&lt;br /&gt;- She makes me giggle.  i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Lost Boys?:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hocus Pocus?:&lt;br /&gt;- This is SmartyPants' ALL TIME FAVORITE HALLOWEEN MOVIE EVER!!! She'll watch it any time of the year, really, but for her Halloween just isn't Halloween without watching Hocus Pocus at LEAST 5 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  Some Halloween facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to your regularly scheduled program already in progress.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1820723983217113987?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1820723983217113987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1820723983217113987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1820723983217113987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1820723983217113987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-3666862761101702233</id><published>2007-09-21T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:40:13.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twu Wuv</title><content type='html'>I recently came across this meme that others of you had done and needed something to post!  So here it is!  The Marriage Meme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where/How did you meet? We met in college.  He was friends with my roommate.  When my bf at the time broke up with me i was HEARTBROKEN and my roommate would drag me out and about with her to keep me from ending up in a sobbing heap on the dorm room floor.  We would go hang out with a group, of which Wayne was a part of.  We became good friends.  There were times when he would make me go to dinner with him because he knew i hadn't eaten all day (still mourning the ex)  Once, he even took me in his arms and held me as i cried.  There was no interest other than friendship, but over the course of time we became closer and closer...and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you known each other? almost 14 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long after you met did you start dating? i'd say it was probably 3 or 4 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How long did you date before you were engaged? 3 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long was your engagement? i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How long have you been married? almost 11 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your anniversary? January 25th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people came to your wedding reception: i dunno...it was very small...maybe...30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of cake did you serve? it was a lemon cake with cream cheese icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where was your wedding? The church where i had received every other sacrament in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did you serve for your meal? We didn't have a meal, we had a buffet with smaller finger foods and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many people were in your bridal party? just the maid of honor and the best man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you still friends with them all? we have lost touch with the best man, but yes, we are still friends with him, should we ever find him again.  My maid of honor was my sister, so yeah, we're still friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did your spouse cry during the ceremony? He definitely teared up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Most special moment of your wedding day? When we got to the back of the church afterwards and we had a few moments alone to hold one another and breathe a sigh of relief that it was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Any funny moments? Not that i can recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Any big disasters? No, everything we as planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go on your honeymoon? We spent the night at a little bed and breakfast up the way from where we held the reception....that was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How long were you gone? 1 night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you were to do your wedding over, what would you change? i can't so i won't go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What side of the bed do you sleep on? If you’re laying on your back on the bed I’m on the left side...right now...this can change from month to month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What size is your bed? Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Greatest strength as a couple? We never run out of things to talk about or do.  We're never bored together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Greatest challenge as a couple? Finances - one can handle them, one can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who literally pays the bills? At the moment we have certain bills that we each pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is your song? Well, i walked down the aisle to 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' from The Lion King, so that is pretty much 'our song' but there are many out there that remind me of Wayne and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you dance your first dance to? We didn't have dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Describe your wedding dress: Simple, cream colored ankle length slip dress covered by a cream ankle length lace 'jacket'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What kind of flowers did you have at your wedding? Roses and Stargazer Lilies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are your wedding bands engraved? What do they say? We bought our rings separately, not showing them to the other until they were placed on our fingers.  He had mine engraved 'To My Beloved, Eternally Yours, Wayne'  -  i had his engraved with the date and our initials...yeah, i felt small ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, now those of you who have yet to do this one, TAG YOU'RE IT!  You know who you are, so get to it! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-3666862761101702233?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/3666862761101702233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=3666862761101702233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/3666862761101702233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/3666862761101702233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/09/twu-wuv.html' title='Twu Wuv'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5825567280701946245</id><published>2007-09-10T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:47:05.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's TOO LOUD you're....</title><content type='html'>...TOO OLD??  i beg to differ.  WiseGuy has this 'problem.'    Certain noises send him into hysterics.  They are generally loud noises, but not ALL loud noises will do it.  We can't take him to parades because of the fire, police and ambulance sirens.  When they pass by and sound their sirens he screams and cries uncontrollably as i stand there with him holding my hands tight to his ears while he presses against them to hold them on even tighter.  So we don't take him.  He likes to WATCH fireworks....NOW.  It took us until this summer to get him to watch them on TV.  He can't stand to be within a mile of them.  He stills states that he HATES July 4th and wishes we could all celebrate quietly.  So we don't take him to fireworks displays.  &lt;br /&gt;There is one particular noise that sets him off more than any other.   The fire alarm at school.  He has ALWAYS hated the fire drill.  His first day of kindergarten they thought it would be a good idea to have a fire drill....his FIRST day of KINDERGARTEN!  Ok, so, i can see a bit of logic in that...getting them used to it....but that's not how it worked for my WiseGuy.  The noise terrified him and he screamed for over an hour.  As the months wore on he continued to scream and cry when they had the fire drill, it just took less time for him to get over it once he realized they were outside, away from the noise and that soon the alarm would get turned off.  Then Tornado Awareness week came along.  The fire alarm sounds but you DON'T leave the buidling.  You duck and cover in the midst of the noise.  i had to go pick him up from school that day as he cried and screamed so much that he made himself throw up.  He did the same thing the next day....and the day after that...and the day after that.  He would cry randomly at home and talk about the fire drill with a terrified look on his face while i tried to reassure him that they weren't going to do it the next day...or the next or the next....but i knew, eventually, they would do a regular ol fire drill again and it would start again.  It did.  And the time after that and the time after that.  Yeah....they had a LOT of fire drills.  Eventually, we worked out that the teacher kept a pair of wax earplugs in her desk and when the bell sounds, she is to give those to him to put in his ears as the children line up and walk outside.  We told him they were there....but he didn't need to use them the next time and calmed down quickly once they left the building.  &lt;br /&gt;They had a fire drill at his school last week.  He cried outside for a half hour and REFUSED to go back into the school.  They finally convinced him to go back inside but he still wouldn't go back into his room.  After another half hour he was back in the room and sat with his fingers in his ears while they resumed the school work.  The teacher called me.  Turns out at his school they just redid the fire alarm system in the school and it IS quite loud and VERY piercing.  Since they didn't want to TERRIFY these little primary schoolers, they make an announcement over the loud speaker telling the children it is a fire drill and to line up and exit the building slowly.  They never sound the alarm.  So WiseGuy was confused once they went back in and started their school work and had never heard the alarm.  The teacher said he sat and looked around and asked 'Where's the fire drill??'  The teacher told him they already had it.  He wasn't really sure what to make of that.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't talk TOO much about it.  i was SURE it would be the topic of discussion the rest of the night, but he barely mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't sure what to make of THAT.&lt;br /&gt;i look things up online.  i research some things.  i see that there might be medical causes for some such behavior/reactions.  i also see that the cures are few and far between and most say that over time he will be accustomed to the sounds he hears.  He will learn to tune them out...or down...just by experiencing them time and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Can i tell you that it breaks my heart?  When i'm standing there holding his ears as the fire trucks pass in a parade, there are tears in my eyes as well as his.  It pains me that he can't enjoy something that should be so fun.  It makes me sad that he and i sit inside on the 4th of July and New Year's Eve and we can't go out with the others to see the beautiful fire works.&lt;br /&gt;i've had him to audiologist.  They did a hearing test on him.  Guess what the result was??  He has PERFECT HEARING!  No kidding, chief, i already knew that.  They ran a few other tests and they basically told me it's on the neurological level and how he is PERCEIVING the sound.&lt;br /&gt;The neurologist was never able to get me in for an intake appointment before we left Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Many family members think that it's all in his head.  They say he doesn't react as strongly when i'm not around.  Or sometimes not at all.  But the incident at school with the fire drill is proof positive that he DOES react when i'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm not sure what to do, to be honest.  Seek out answers to the cause?  Or just work with him for a solution that we can see already is working to some extent?&lt;br /&gt;i've struggled with this for a while now and am no closer to coming to a resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5825567280701946245?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5825567280701946245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5825567280701946245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5825567280701946245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5825567280701946245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-its-too-loud-youre.html' title='If it&apos;s TOO LOUD you&apos;re....'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-390933314815063331</id><published>2007-09-07T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:46:22.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping....Ugly??</title><content type='html'>Well, my computer (actually internet connection) is finally fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks, school has started, my sleep schedule is interrupted yet again.  Horror of horrors!  But you don't understand....i LOVE to sleep.  No, really....i L-O-V-E my sleep!  i've quite often made the statement &lt;blockquote&gt;"If it were normal and socially acceptable to marry inanimate objects i would marry my bed so i could tell people i needed to go home and spend time with my husband!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard when i first started this job back in June.  My shift is 6pm - 1am Monday through Friday.  Sometimes i get home a little early, sometimes a little later.  It took several weeks for my body to adjust to being up this late, but it helped that the kids were home from school.  SmartyPants would get breakfast for both her and her brother and would keep him occupied and let me sleep in.  Now, there is no more sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is up and out the door by 6:30am to get to his job, which means i'm generally on my own with the kids in the morning.  It's up as late as possible for me, which is usually 7:30.  Get the kids fed, dressed and out the door by 8:30, not a real big deal.  Get home around 8:45 and sit in front of the computer for a few minutes to check things without child interruption.  Lay down and try to sleep some more.  Get woken up by well meaning mother and other phone calls.  Get up and eat.  Take shower.  Go pick up kids.  Do homework. Finish getting ready for work.  Go to work.  Get home around 1 or 1:30am.  Get to bed by 2am.  Get up around 7:30 and do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Another wrench gets thrown in the works on Monday when SmartyPants starts chorus practice before school from 7:45 - 8:30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my husband, err, uh, i mean bed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-390933314815063331?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/390933314815063331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=390933314815063331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/390933314815063331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/390933314815063331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/09/sleepingugly.html' title='Sleeping....Ugly??'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-2695515109823444717</id><published>2007-08-23T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T13:58:50.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Me</title><content type='html'>i know i haven't blogged in a bit, but, unfortunately, my wireless link to my computer isn't working.  At the moment, i am using my mom's computer...fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i felt the need to blog SOMETHING but don't want to use up too much of my parents computer time, i figured i would go ahead and do the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/4525550649363613939/Your-SESAME-STREET-Persona"&gt;Sesame Street Persona Test&lt;/a&gt; that i found over at &lt;a href="http://twithhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;T with Honey&lt;/a&gt;!  i'll blog more when my internet connection issues are resolved!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV id=testResultInfo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;SPAN&gt;Kermit the Frog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;You scored 45% Organization, 60% abstract, and 71% extroverted!&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV id=testResultInfoImg&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/168/570/16957172787179881552/mt1130108378.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=-2&gt;This test measured 3 variables. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=red&gt;First, this test measured how &lt;B&gt;organized&lt;/B&gt; you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;Second, this test measured if you prefer a &lt;B&gt;concrete&lt;/B&gt; or an &lt;B&gt;abstract&lt;/B&gt; viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to &lt;I&gt;mathematical and logical approaches&lt;/I&gt;, whereas abstract people are more the &lt;I&gt;dreamers and artistic type.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=green&gt;Third, this test measured if you are more of an &lt;B&gt;introvert&lt;/B&gt; or an &lt;B&gt;extrovert.&lt;/B&gt; By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;You are &lt;B&gt;mostly&lt;/B&gt; organized, &lt;B&gt;both &lt;/B&gt;concrete and abstract, and &lt;B&gt;more &lt;/B&gt;extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Here is why are you Kermit the Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=purple&gt;You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Kermit is also reasonably tidy. He'll even dress up for interviews. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You both are sometimes concrete and sometimes abstract thinkers. Kermit spends a lot of his time as a reporter collecting facts, but he is also the author of the dreamy song "The Rainbow Connection." You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are both extroverts. Kermit gets along with everyone. Sure a few folks annoy him, but that's just because they are annoying. Kermit likes to meet new people when he does his job as a street reporter. You definitely enjoy the company of others, and you don't have problems meeting new people... in fact you probably look forward to it. You are willing to take charge when necessary or work as part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering, Kermit starred on Sesame Street years before The Muppet Show.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The other possible characters are&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=brown&gt;Oscar the Grouch&lt;BR&gt;Big Bird&lt;BR&gt;Snuffleupagus&lt;BR&gt;Ernie&lt;BR&gt;Elmo&lt;BR&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;BR&gt;Grover&lt;BR&gt;The Count&lt;BR&gt;Guy Smiley&lt;BR&gt;Bert &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hey, don't be a grouch! If you liked the test, let others know by rating it below. Feel free to vote for your favorite character too. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/4525550649363613939/Your-SESAME-STREET-Persona'&gt;The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=greencowsgomoo'&gt;greencowsgomoo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-2695515109823444717?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/2695515109823444717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=2695515109823444717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/2695515109823444717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/2695515109823444717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/08/sesame-me.html' title='Sesame Me'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-4367475772576197404</id><published>2007-08-10T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:59:21.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i rock?!  WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twithhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;T over at T With Honey&lt;/a&gt; apparently thinks I ROCK!!!  She has dubbed me a &lt;a href="http://www.robertaferguson.com/2007/06/18/why-not-start-something/"&gt;Rockin' Girl Blogger&lt;/a&gt;!  Very awesome, T, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/rockingirl.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the fun part, awarding OTHERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;a href="http://blogmymemory-kimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;kimmy at blog my memory&lt;/a&gt;.  She totally rocks!  This i've known since grade school.  And when i say she ROCKS i mean she REALLY rocks!  i've got the audio tapes to prove it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee from The Mother Load&lt;/a&gt; ALSO rocks!  Grade school once again was when i discovered that fact.  She also rocks because if it weren't for her, i would've never started my own blog.  Of course there are many other reasons she rocks, but you'll just have to go and &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;read her blog&lt;/a&gt; for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeinthecircle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Billie&lt;/a&gt; is new to the blogosphere.  Her new blog, &lt;a href="http://lifeinthecircle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life in the Circle&lt;/a&gt;, is already shaping up to be a great read.  We have only recently gotten back in touch after years and years of no contact and that in itself ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i must give rockin props back to &lt;a href="http://twithhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;!  She thinks i rock and, well, that just rocks!!!  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends is the extent of my rocking blogger girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally rocks!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-4367475772576197404?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/4367475772576197404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=4367475772576197404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4367475772576197404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4367475772576197404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-rock-woohoo.html' title='i rock?!  WOOHOO!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-9138935587640708396</id><published>2007-08-05T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:09:52.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Me, Dine Me</title><content type='html'>So my birthday is on Tuesday, but since the rest of the fam will be working all day and i'll be working all night we celebrated it today.  There happened to be a winery tour going on today and my mom suggested we get a sitter for the kids and me, Wayne, her and my stepdad all hit a few of the wineries.  Now, i'm not very big on wine, to be quite honest, but it sounded intriguing, adult, and something we could do together without spending lots of money, so i agreed.  It turned out to be a lovely day and i discovered a few wines that i DO enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;i got pics of the day and included them below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car on the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/wayneincar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/megincar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/momincar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's my mom!)&lt;br /&gt;i took a self portrait, a la MySpace ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/selfpicincar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had my mom take one of Wayne and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/meganwayneincar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first winery left a lot to be desired.  It was tiny, empty and the girl behind the counter was cute but it was obvious she would rather be somewhere else.  We tasted a few different wines and bought a bottle of blueberry dessert wine, though.  The only thing of note there was in the parking lot as we left.  There was an original Mini Cooper, complete with right hand side steering and Brit flag painted on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/originalmini.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next winery we hit was French Creek Winery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/frenchcreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was very nice, but the best part of the inside was a sign hanging over a door.  Unfortunately, the only shot i got of it came out fairly blurry, but you can still read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/blurrysign.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine there was NOT to my liking....very very dry.  So instead of buying any wine we bought a pair of wine glasses with the name of the winery on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/icu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a pic of the vineyard there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/frenchcreekvineyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop was my favorite of the day.  It was Manatawny Creek Winery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/manatawnysign.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/manatawnydoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the theme color was purple, but it was so tastefully done.  The people there were wonderful, helpful and friendly.  The inside of the store had much more than wine.  There were jellies made with wine, infused grapeseed oils, vinegar, wineglasses and all sorts of wine related items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/inmanatawny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We taste several wines that i REALLY liked.  We ended up purchasing a bottle of Autumn Blush for Wayne and Mason's Mayhem for me.  The neat thing about Mason's Mayhem was that Mason is the owner's cat.  We were told we could only taste it after seeing the bottle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/masons1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, huh?  It ended up being my favorite and a MAJOR plus was that they donate a portion of each purchase of that wine to the local animal rescue.&lt;br /&gt;We also bought a small jar of blueberry wine jelly.  &lt;br /&gt;They had this wonderful sangria popsicle, as well, that they gave us as we left.  It was so delicious and very refreshing and we sat and ate it on the porch overlooking the vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;The pic of Wayne enjoying HIS pop made me laugh hysterically &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/ifwayneweregay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my mom and stepdad, Jim, out on the porch, as well as the vineyard below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/happymom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/jim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/manatawnyvineyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it ended up being a wonderful day.  We had a good time and i discovered that i DO like wine....just the sweet ones ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are my birthday gifts....the bottles of wine, the glasses and the jar of jelly.  Wayne also got me two pieces of jewelry, a pink leather and pearl necklacke as well as a delicate silver cuff bracelet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/jewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/dagifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to hear a recommendation from others who enjoy wine!  i'm sure i can find all sorts of different kinds as we only hit three of the nine wineries on the tour today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-9138935587640708396?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/9138935587640708396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=9138935587640708396' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/9138935587640708396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/9138935587640708396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/08/wine-me-dine-me.html' title='Wine Me, Dine Me'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7980705108974215383</id><published>2007-07-31T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:44:27.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Hi Def</title><content type='html'>i figure i should start to prepare for the winter when we stay indoors.  This was not the case in Florida, we could go outdoors almost all year long.  The kids are going to be bored, i'm sure, particularly when it is COLD but there is no snow.  So, what can i do NOW to prepare for THEN?  ENTER A CONTEST TO WIN AN HDTV!!!  That will keep them occupied, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Over at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/"&gt;5 Minutes for Mom&lt;/a&gt; they are having an awesome contest.  It's very simple to enter it, too.  The winner will receive an Insignia® 37″ Flat-Panel LCD HDTV from &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com"&gt;Best Buy&lt;/a&gt;!  Sounds great, right?  Well, go on over to &lt;a href="http://5minutesformom.com"&gt;5 Minutes for Mom&lt;/a&gt; and check it out and enter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7980705108974215383?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7980705108974215383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7980705108974215383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7980705108974215383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7980705108974215383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-in-hi-def.html' title='Life in Hi Def'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-252908709194914370</id><published>2007-07-30T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:56:34.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Moaning</title><content type='html'>i was tagged by &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; to do the following meme.  i do love a good gripe session from time to time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 4 things that should go into Room 101 and be removed from the face of the Earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fire ants.  These little buggers may have some sort of ecological reason for existence, but i can't find one...nor do i care to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Those Heely skate sneaker combo deals.  Is it wrong that anytime i see a kid tooling through Walmart on those things that i just want to stick my foot out and trip them?  It is??  Oh, well...i'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) NASCAR.  Yes, i know, so many people love NASCAR and if you are one of them, more power to ya.  i just can't see what is exciting about watching cars go left for hours and hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bratz.  Those little hoochie dolls need to be removed from shelves and the face of the Earth.  Someone bought SmartyPants a Babyz Bratz once and the thing was wearing a MESH THONG for underwear.  A BABY wearing a MESH THONG!?!  WHAT?!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things that people do that make you want to shake them violently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When guys wear their pants down around their thighs....and have a belt on at the same time.  i just wanna walk over and pull their pants up.   Either that or say something rude and run away, what are they going to do, waddle after me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Parents who let their children run rampant around restaurants, or any other facility where it is inappropriate.  Oh, i know it can be hard to control the little buggers, but when your child is trying to assist the line cook in the kitchen, there is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When people pass judgement on others based solely on the fact that they have tattoos or piercings.  Can you guess why?  Yes, i have a few myself...as do a good number of my friends.  The older generation will sometimes cross the street when they see us coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 2 things you find yourself moaning about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My work hours....6pm - 1am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Not having my own place yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 1 thing that all of the above says about you as a person: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i need to have more patience and understanding for some things....but not those damn Bratz dollz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got no one to tag as those who read my blog have already been tagged....oh yes you have....just go read &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee's&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-252908709194914370?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/252908709194914370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=252908709194914370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/252908709194914370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/252908709194914370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-moaning.html' title='Monday Moaning'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7584205475751766521</id><published>2007-07-26T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:18:05.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjustment Disorder</title><content type='html'>i went to register the kids at school today.  We were finally able to find the one box that had the kids records and birth certificates in(yes, i know i should've kept them with me...so sue me.)  They are officially students in our school district.  i'm still not quite sure who is going to have a harder time adjusting to the new school, them or me.  &lt;br /&gt;Considering how the majority of schools have elementary, middle and high school, i was pretty much counting on SmartyPants and WiseGuy to be in the same school this year.  As a matter of fact, we viewed it as the last time they would attend school together as they are four years apart.  She is starting 5th grade and he is going to 1st grade.  Well, this school district does it a little different.  There is the Primary School, which is PreK, K, and 1st.  Then there is elementary, which is 2nd through 6th.  Then it's onto the high school, which is 7 - 12th.  This means that they won't attend school together this year...but they will next year....then they won't again the year after that.  It also means that SmartyPants will be going up to the high school in TWO YEARS!  She's 10 years old, for goodness sake!  Two more years until she goes to the high school???  &lt;br /&gt;Then there is the topic of dress code.  There isn't really one.  The school they attended in Florida had a strict dress code.  Not like the one i'm used to from Catholic School, but jeans or khakis or navy blue, shorts, jumpers, pants skorts and a white, green, red or navy school t-shirt or a shirt of that color with a  collar on it.  All children HAD to wear a belt and their shirt tucked in as well as socks and sensible shoes.  Now they have all kinds of free reign for clothes and i'm just not so sure how i feel about that.  i'm not so much worried about what MY children will wear, i'm more worried about what other parents allow their children to wear, thus influencing my children to want to wear the same stuff and dress the same way.  *sigh* Is this sounding over protective??  There is also the matter of buying school clothes and the matter of the kids picking out their clothes for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, these are little things and i shouldn't stress about them...but i can't help it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we need to look into sending them to St Cat's and Central.  That would be three generations...my mom went to both, i went to both and maybe they should, too.  Wayne has made mention of it, as a matter of fact.  Certainly not for this year as the finances just won't allow it, but something to think about for next year, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7584205475751766521?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7584205475751766521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7584205475751766521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7584205475751766521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7584205475751766521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/adjustment-disorder.html' title='Adjustment Disorder'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-8935725572237989307</id><published>2007-07-22T00:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:56:45.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch ch ch changes</title><content type='html'>I'm quite sure many of you noticed that I had changed some things on the ol blog.  I added some things, like the daily puppy, daily dose of art, children's books and the like...even some riddles and puzzles in case you got bored.&lt;br /&gt;Today I added a chatter box.  You will see it below the 'About Me' section on the right hand side of the screen in the 'Random Thoughts and Messages' section.  You will see a box to type a name in and a box below it where you can type a message!  I posted a message to get it started.  See, I've have a lot of people say 'Oh, I read your blog, I just don't post comments.  I don't want to sign up for something just to leave a message.' or 'I didn't know what to say in response to that post, but I did read it'  So now, anyone can leave a message without having to sign up for anything special or respond to a specific post!  If you feel like it, you can use the chatterbox to talk amongst yourselves :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope this step encourages some of you to leave messages and comments because I do so love to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-8935725572237989307?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/8935725572237989307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=8935725572237989307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/8935725572237989307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/8935725572237989307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch ch ch changes'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7369261247482599061</id><published>2007-07-18T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:46:22.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bulge</title><content type='html'>In a previous post I stated that I had started a diet.  I am still working on that diet and things are progressing...kind of.  It's common knowledge that I LOVE my food and having it limited hasn't been easy.  For me, it didn't help that SmartyPants had a birthday with an outdoor BBQ type of party or that we had JUST had July 4th or that it was just about 'that time of the month.'  Hamburgers, pasta salad, chips, salsa, chocolate cake, smores and just plain chocolate!  &lt;br /&gt;My work environment hasn't been very helpful, either.  Every night they do a food run to either Chinese or sandwich shop.  I am always asked if I want to order anything and I always say no. Of course, when someone offers me something, I have a hard time saying no....especially when it is an offer of a ham puff or gravy fries.  I am weak when it comes to food, what can I say?  If it's not there, I won't eat it, but put it in front of me and I have a hard time saying no.  While I will readily admit to indulging some cravings, I can honestly say that I don't OVER indulge.  I have a smaller portion than I might have had before...or just a taste...and that's usually enough for me.  So when offered to split an order of steamed dumplings from the Chinese place, I'll have two dumplings out of the 8 dumpling order.  Sure, I shouldn't be having dumplings at ALL, but fewer is better.&lt;br /&gt;During my weekly weigh-ins I had leveled out for the past few weeks.  I was glad that I wasn't GAINING weight, which I had worried about.  But I wasn't LOSING weight, either.  So, I amped up my water intake and cut out the candybars (oh yeah, I said candybar...I NEEDED my chocolate!) and just paid a little more attention to my points.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on the scale for my weigh in and over the past week I lost 2 more pounds, making my total weight loss to date 14 pounds.  I am starting to notice a little difference in my clothes and THAT is very satisfying for me.  I had bought a brand new belt within days of arriving here back at the very beginning of June.  I had to buy an x-tra large and extend it a few holes.  I am now at the smallest hole and need to buy another belt...one size smaller.&lt;br /&gt;So, while I may not be following the diet as strictly as I should be, but I am continuing to lose weight and am learning how to eat better and, in the long run, I think it will work for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7369261247482599061?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7369261247482599061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7369261247482599061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7369261247482599061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7369261247482599061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/battle-of-bulge.html' title='Battle of the Bulge'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7021232360088765085</id><published>2007-07-12T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:44:07.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Window, Different View</title><content type='html'>After completing my previous post, the meme about high school, and reading the same posts by my friends and old classmates, &lt;a href="http://blogmymemory-kimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimmy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twithhoney.wordpress.com/"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;, I have come to an OBVIOUS yet interesting realization.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a cliche, this realization.  The fact that everybody is different and has a different perspective on things.  Well, duh, of course!  What I found so interesting about it this time is that it was literally just laid out in black and white.  Four females in the same place, at the same time for the same purpose....doing all of the same things!  Yet the stories and experiences we chose to relay in our posts were all completely different in every way.  &lt;br /&gt;Sure this isn't anything PROFOUND, but I suppose it fascinates me to see the differing views of our time in high school.  Apparantly, I had a better experience than my closest friends who would all choose to never go back again.  I was always a little bit separate from those friends because of the fact that they were in all honors classes and I was in the regular ol' everyday joe classes.  I had all different teachers than they did and all different classroom material and all different classmates throughout the day.  Our free periods during the day didn't often coincide, either.  I often felt like the outsider where they were concerned.  The 'not so smart one' - of course, most people in my everyday classes didn't understand why I WASN'T in honors classes...so in their eyes I was 'the smart one.'  (Which begs the question, is it better to be the stupid kid in the smart classes or the smart kid in the stupid classes?  That's a whole other post!)  &lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that through it all....through the dark periods...through the different arguments....through the good times...through the differences....through long gaps of little to no communication....through thousands of miles in between....through all of it we are still friends.  All of us who started out in First Grade together.  Maybe we weren't ALL the best of friends while IN first grade, but never forget we all started at St. Cat's in first grade together.  That's 25 years, ladies.  A quarter of a century.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of a better group of people to spend a lifetime knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Now we all have our OWN windows to look out of and isn't the view just wonderful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7021232360088765085?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7021232360088765085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7021232360088765085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7021232360088765085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7021232360088765085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/same-window-different-view.html' title='Same Window, Different View'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-3117429175794995110</id><published>2007-07-11T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:59:34.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Alma Mater</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; to rehash my high school days in this cute meme below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I can't pick just one, that's not fair.  During different portions of high school there were different people who I hung out with for different things.  Mainly, my best friends were &lt;a href="http://blogmymemory-kimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimmy&lt;/a&gt; and Aimee.  Because I wasn't in the same classes as they were I had a whole other group of friends...though I don't think I would ever consider them BEST friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play any sports?&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT play sports....I did/do not LIKE sports.  I did gym class...sometimes...ok, so maybe I constantly forgot my clothes...so sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;I was in the same boat as Aimee...someone else's boat, that is!  I didn't drive until I was 20 years old.  Other people had to cart my butt around! (Thanks &lt;a href="http://blogmymemory-kimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimmy&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's Friday night. Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;I was at home or on my way to the shore with my parents.  Wow, sounds groovy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you a party animal?&lt;br /&gt;If there were parties, I had no clue of their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...heh....yeah, I suppose I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you in the band, orchestra or choir?&lt;br /&gt;Choir all the way!  I did some percussion in band for a year or something.  I don't think it was ever official or anything, but I got in the band picture in the yearbook for it.  However, choir I did all four years and got my letter in it.  Unlike Aimee, I DID got my white sweater and sported my letterman sweater with the best of them!  WE EARNED THOSE LETTERS, AIMEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Were you a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't a NERD, they had their own group.  I wasn't one of the COOL kids...they had their own group, too.  I floated somewhere in the middle, but was definitely known to be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Were you ever suspended or expelled?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.  I had a detention ONCE for no gym clothes all the time, but that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you sing the fight song?&lt;br /&gt;Funny, after I read Aimee's version of this blog I thought about it and YES I CAN still sing the Alma Mater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love thee, Alma Mater, dear old Central High. Within your walls, may it be said, that hidden treasures lie. So we will keep on seeking them, til strength we have no more, but we will keep you on the top: Excelsior! Oh Alma Mater, we will fight, through thick and thin, for the red and the white! Because on you we can rely, all hail to Central Catholic High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was your favorite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say.  I like Mrs Sichler(i think that's how her name was spelled), my Spanish teacher, and I loved our music teacher, Mr Scollick. (most people didn't care for him too much, but that man is a musical wiz!)  I also liked Mrs Pollins, the art teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your school mascot?&lt;br /&gt;The mighty Cardinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Did you go to the Prom?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I went with a junior when  I was a sophomore and I also went to my senior prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could go back, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...I don't know.  I had a good time in high school for the most part....and it was so easy compared to life today.  Generally, though, I suppose it's best left where it is...in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you remember most about graduation?&lt;br /&gt;Receiving the Achievement in Music award.  I didn't expect to win ANY rewards, let alone THAT one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where were you on Senior Skip Day?&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do Senior Skip Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you have a job your senior year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....I don't think so...maybe....maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go most often for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;The caf.  We weren't allowed to leave school grounds without a note from Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you gained weight since then?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when I graduated high school I weighed 108.  There are two kids and 14 years between now and then....what do YOU think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What did you do after graduation?&lt;br /&gt;Went on a cruise to Bermuda then went to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What year did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was your Senior Prom Date?&lt;br /&gt;I went with a guy who I had met at Diocesan Chorus.  He played the piano and sang like no one's business.  We dated for a little bit but we WEREN'T dating when he took me to my prom.  It was just too late for him to back out when he did break up with me.  We never danced the entire night.  As a matter of fact, he spent a portion of the evening out on the landing at the top of the stairs playing their piano while I sat there and tried not to cry.  The best part of the entire experience was buffet style breakfast at Aimee's place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you going/did you go to your 10 year reunion?&lt;br /&gt;I was living in Florida and couldn't make it back up for the reunion.  I'll do the 15 if they have one, and OF COURSE, the 20.  Until then, we'll just have our OWN private reunions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was your homeroom teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year - Sr Joachim&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year - Sr Janice&lt;br /&gt;Junior year - I had two different ones because of some teacher switching and ended up with Mr Pettijohn&lt;br /&gt;Senior year - Mrs Pollins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who will repost this after you?&lt;br /&gt;Aimee already did it, and she tagged T....so I suppose I'm all done...unless we can FINALLY convince Kimmy to start a blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-3117429175794995110?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/3117429175794995110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=3117429175794995110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/3117429175794995110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/3117429175794995110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-alma-mater.html' title='Oh Alma Mater'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-472009323357567190</id><published>2007-07-10T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:00:04.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A REAL Hoofer!</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, I'm a HUGE animal lover.  Dogs, cats, birds, rats, horses, ferrets, snakes, lizards.  I also enjoy animal involved sports.  These days there are any number of different sports that are televised involving our furry friends.  The other day I saw one of the 20 ESPN channels was showing a hunting dog competition.  They don't use real animals for hunting, just decoys.  Regardless, these dogs were impressive and I thoroughly enjoyed being able to watch that!&lt;br /&gt;Also being shown are more equestrian sports, such as Dressage.  A friend recently posted the following video clip and I just HAD to share it!  Maybe I'm just a huge dork thinking this is awesome, (ok, no maybe about it, I'm a huge dork) but I've got a feeling it is something that some of you can appreciate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKQgTiqhPbw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKQgTiqhPbw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching that I was reminded of the dog dancing competitions.  There was one video, in particular, of a woman and her dog dancing to a song from 'Grease.'  This is a REAL competition, folks!  Remember that whole huge dork thing?  Yeah, well, as if to cement it, I would LOVE to be able to train a dog to do these things with me!  Watch below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqbVbPvlDoM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqbVbPvlDoM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who's the huge dork!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yeah, but it was still cool, wasn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-472009323357567190?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/472009323357567190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=472009323357567190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/472009323357567190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/472009323357567190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/real-hoofer.html' title='A REAL Hoofer!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5605257238829558754</id><published>2007-07-08T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:51:28.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entire Decade</title><content type='html'>My little girl went into the double digits today. She's run circles round me so fast I never even saw it coming...and now she's 10 year old.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day. Most people thought it was a bit hot out. We did well all things considered though...there was a nice little breeze going.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin came over, my Uncle came (the first I've seen him since we've been here) His first words to me were 'Welcome Home.' I've really missed him. Step relatives came by. We had burgers and hot dogs on the grill. Wayne went all out with the burgers making an Asian type of blend, a mesquite cinnamon blend and just regular ol salt and pepper. They kicked butt! &lt;img src="http://www.ninny-free.com/Smileys/default/wink.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" /&gt;  Then it came time for the cake.&lt;br /&gt;it was a 4 day project that SmartyPants had input it and helped with and i made everything by hand. It was a labor of love and oh so worth the time that it took. I was worried it wouldn't taste as good as it looked, but in the end, even though it looks sinfully (almost sickeningly) sweet, everyone made a point to say that they were surprised to find that it WASN'T at all too sweet...and oh was it moist. It was devil's food cake and strawberry cake alternating layers with a yogurt and whipped cream and strawberry sauce between each layer. It was as yummy as it looked!&lt;br /&gt;She got a necklace, some coloring books, money and.....a telescope! She has a wonderful Uncle who loves to spoil his goddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;When it got dark out and the neighbor (who's birthday it happened to be as well) was over and we started a fire in the outside fireplace and made smores.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a wonderful day. The food was good, the family was hangin', the kids all had a good time and SmartyPants had a good birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I included pics of the cake, before the fairies and ponies and AFTER the fairies and ponies. I was quite proud of my first time efforts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakefrontbefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakefrontbefore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakesidebefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakesidebefore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/backcakebefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/backcakebefore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakewindowbefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakewindowbefore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakewithfairies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x296/mtmartin_2007/cakewithfairies1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5605257238829558754?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5605257238829558754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5605257238829558754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5605257238829558754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5605257238829558754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/entire-decade.html' title='An Entire Decade'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-6532099142466844639</id><published>2007-07-03T12:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:22:12.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More FOLK Than Festival!</title><content type='html'>After my first full week of work we decided it was time to get out and do something as a family, my mom and stepdad included.  This weekend was the beginning of the &lt;a href="http://kutztownfestival.com/"&gt;Kutztown Folk Festival&lt;/a&gt; (actually called the Kutztown Pennsylvania German Festival, but you get the drift) and I had been only once in my life, the rest of the family had NEVER been before.  So we decided we would have family fun at the folk festival. (try saying THAT five times fast!)  It also allowed me to show my children the very college where my husband and I had first met.  All in all it SOUNDED like a great day!  The reality was a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;The ad in the paper and online states that there are things for the kids to enjoy.  Sure, there were puppet shows, if you were at the stage at the appointed time, or were willing to sit there forever waiting to see when the show is going to start and trying to keep your child entertained until the show starts.  There may have even been a craft or two.  But all in all, if your child is between the ages of 4 and 7 (WiseGuy is 5) they will have a hard time staying entertained and/or happy.  Don't get me wrong, all of the craftsman and artisans had the most BEAUTIFUL wares to behold and it was great fun to watch them create their masterpieces right before your very eyes.  SmartyPants would immediately go over to the person who ran each stand to watch what they were doing and every time said person was MORE than happy to explain how they were doing what they were doing, much to SmartyPants' delight.  WiseGuy, on the other hand, was most interested in eating and drinking and going home.  We grownups wanted to take in all the sights and crafts and such but WiseGuy wanted nothing to do with it.  Fortunately for me, but unfortunately for Wayne, Wayne hoisted WiseGuy up on his shoulders and tried to keep him busy while the rest of us looked around.  This tactic only worked for so long.  WiseGuy was MORE than over all of this hullabaloo and quite ready to go home.   Along the way we ran into another young man who felt the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;I heard SOMEONE calling my name and began to look around.  To my surprise there stood &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; and her crew!  I had yet to go see them since my return to PA and was ecstatic to run into them!  Older Girl was just where I would want to be, relaxing on the stroller.  Baby Girl was perched on Aimee's hip, not wanting to sit in the stroller like her big sister.  The Boy was also sitting in the stroller but loudly voicing his opinion that he was ready to go home!  Ah another soul that WiseGuy could commiserate with.  The boys were quite ready to go home.  Aimee and I chatted for a few minutes.  Her family stood staunchly behind her as we did a quick catch up with the fams, but mine slowly trickled away.  First my mom and stepdad went to watch the glassblowing.  Wayne wanted to take WiseGuy but WiseGuy was SURE that glass blowing meant the glass was actually BLOWING UP and he HATES loud noises of any kind and immediately started crying.  Eventually, after Wayne talked to him for a few minutes, the two disappeared in the glassblowing demonstration, as well.  SmartyPants, however, being the consummate busybody, was more than happy to stay and listen to each and every word we spoke.  She is, and always will be, attached to my hip.  Quite soon, The Boy was very ready to go, as was my family, so Aimee and I said our goodbyes with promises of an actual get together sometime after they return from their well deserved vacation.&lt;br /&gt;We all decided that we had almost had enough.  There were wall to wall people making it a little difficult to make it all the way up to each table to see what was being displayed, WiseGuy was being more vocal about going home and it was getting pretty hot out in the midday sun.  So we decided to make our way back to the front gate and head home.  There were a few purchases we wanted to make prior to leaving, so we dispersed to our separate areas to make those purchases and converged at the front gate and made our way back to our cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day...it really was...no...really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-6532099142466844639?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/6532099142466844639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=6532099142466844639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/6532099142466844639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/6532099142466844639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-folk-than-festival.html' title='More FOLK Than Festival!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7287477653269338408</id><published>2007-06-26T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:58:56.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Questions, We've Got Answers</title><content type='html'>I stopped by over at &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee's&lt;/a&gt; blog, as I usually do, and saw this cute meme.  Considering I don't have much else to post I thought I might take a few minutes to fill it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were you named after anyone?&lt;/em&gt; My middle name, Theresa, is after my great-grandmother, but otherwise, no, my name was picked out of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/em&gt;  Last week....stresses of moving and no money and such.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you like your handwriting? &lt;/em&gt;Oh HECK no!  I have ALWAYS had horrible penmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite lunch meat?&lt;/em&gt;  Roast Beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have kids?&lt;/em&gt; Two lovely lil rugrats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?&lt;/em&gt; I suppose so, although I really suck at making and returning phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;/em&gt; Almost always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you still have your tonsils?&lt;/em&gt;  Yes, but my son doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you bungee jump?&lt;/em&gt;  Not on your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite cereal?&lt;/em&gt; Favorite cereal....hmmm...this is tricky because I like a lot of different ones.  I love &lt;a href="http://www.specialk.com/"&gt;Special K Red Berries&lt;/a&gt; but I also love &lt;a href="http://www.capncrunch.com/"&gt;Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;/em&gt; Not if I can help it....of course, I curse myself next time I have to put them on because I have to untie them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;/em&gt; Anything by Turkey Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you notice first about people?&lt;/em&gt; Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red or pink?&lt;/em&gt; I'm not into the whole '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; is the new black' thing...so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;/em&gt; Do you have a few years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;/em&gt; A bowl of Special K Chocolatey Delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What color pant and shoes are you wearing?&lt;/em&gt;  I'm not wearing pants or shoes.  I'm wearing my nightgown. (direct quote from Aimee's blog....which just so happens to apply to moi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/em&gt; The whir of the fan behind me and the kids in the other room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are your favorite smells&lt;/em&gt;?  lilacs, brownies or cookies baking, cedar, patchouli mixed with amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/em&gt; Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are your favorite sports to watch?&lt;/em&gt; ice hockey and any sort of dog sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your hair color?&lt;/em&gt; brown....oh, wait, let me see if I can remember what was on that box...Deep Burgandy Brown...yeah, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your eye color?&lt;/em&gt; blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you wear contacts?&lt;/em&gt;  No, the eye doctor says I can't wear them anymore (poo on him!) So I'm stuck with my glasses until I can afford &lt;a href="http://www.fda.gov/cdrh/lasik/"&gt;Lasik&lt;/a&gt;.  Even then I think I'll be too chicken to go under the laser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary movie or happy ending?&lt;/em&gt; 9 times out of 10 I'd choose scary movie.  I just can't get into the schmaltzy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;/em&gt; Seafood.  More specifically, steamed clams dipped in drawn butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was the last movie you saw?&lt;/em&gt; Uh...hmmm.  Well, in  the theaters we took the kids to see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_to_Terabithia_%282007_film%29"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/a&gt; (that movie was NOT what I expected it to be, so before taking kids to see it, make sure you know the actual plot of the movie!) But that last actual movie I saw was Sunday night when we watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fifth_Element"&gt;The Fifth Element&lt;/a&gt;, one of our FAVORITE scifi flicks EVER, on HDTV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/em&gt; A pastel green with purple flowered nightshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer or winter?&lt;/em&gt; I would say winter hands down because I haven't experienced a winter in 7 years.  On the OTHER hand, our entire family has birthdays over the summer.  SmartyPants is in July and me, Wayne and WiseGuy all have birthdays within a 9 day time frame in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs or kisses&lt;/em&gt;?  I have to pick one?!?!  I refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite dessert&lt;/em&gt;? This is hard....I LOVE me some dessert.  Uhm....oh....sheesh.  Let's see...ok, cannoli....NO!  Cheesecake.  Oh, no, wait!  Wayne's Apricot Amaretto Torte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you reading?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.weirdnj.com/store/product.php?productid=16148"&gt;Weird Hauntings:True Tales of Ghostly Places&lt;/a&gt; by Joanne Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is on your mouse pad?&lt;/em&gt; A kitty sleeping in a tree.  Altogether now 'AWWWWW!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;/em&gt;  Nothing, I was at work til 1AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rolling Stones or The Beatles&lt;/em&gt;?  The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the farthest you've been from home?&lt;/em&gt; I'm not sure which is farther, Arizona or Bermuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/em&gt; Reading, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  Questions and answers as interpreted by ME!&lt;br /&gt;I never tag anyone because I have fewer than 5 readers, but let me know if any of those 5 of you do this because I'll come and check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7287477653269338408?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7287477653269338408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7287477653269338408' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7287477653269338408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7287477653269338408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/06/youve-got-questions-weve-got-answers.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Questions, We&apos;ve Got Answers'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7982689497991673316</id><published>2007-06-24T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:48:24.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Gettysburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-de.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158265909214&amp;amp;site=widget-de.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=41&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=504403158265909214&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p1/504403158265909214/bb_t041_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=41&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=504403158265909214&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p2/504403158265909214/bb_t041_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&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/33361272-7982689497991673316?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7982689497991673316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7982689497991673316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7982689497991673316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7982689497991673316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-trip-to-gettysburg.html' title='My Trip to Gettysburg'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-6514894824692358721</id><published>2007-06-22T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:26:24.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>When I think of summer, I most definitely think of ice cream!  How awesome would it be to be able to make your OWN ice cream at home!?  Well, just enter for a chance to win your own ice cream maker over at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/"&gt;5 Minutes for Mom.com  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the button below to enter!&lt;br /&gt;I already have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/1772/july-4th-giveaway/"&gt;&lt;img id="image1775" src="http://www.5minutesformom.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/July-4-button-180pix.jpg" alt="July-4-button-180pix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-6514894824692358721?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/6514894824692358721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=6514894824692358721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/6514894824692358721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/6514894824692358721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-giveaway.html' title='Summer Giveaway!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7120978068651959545</id><published>2007-06-20T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:19:14.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life with WiseGuy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>While both my children seem to be natural born performers, Wiseguy showed that he has a knack for the spoken word.  He proved this more than ever on Father's Day.  We were visiting my dad and stepmother (AKA Opop and Omom) and remembered that SmartyPants had her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recorder"&gt;recorder&lt;/a&gt; in the van.  Since Omom and Opop had never heard her play in person she wanted to perform a few songs for them and did so quite well, as per usual.  Of course, WiseGuy wasn't going to be left out of the spotlight and stood beside her providing percussion throughout her performance.  While it was funny to watch him try to muscle in on her performance I was also surprised that his percussion accompaniment was on beat and fit perfectly with her playing.  When SmartyPants had completed her songs WiseGuy decided to sing for us.  At least that's what he said.  Instead he took on the role of MC and explained many things to us about what was going on 'up there on stage.'  He gave out 'prizes' to us all.  I was the lucky winner of a pink car and ONE HUNDRED MILLION THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!! WOOOOOOO!!!!  We each received our share of the world's money and our own cars.  After much talking and introduction he decided to introduce his sister again and this time she would sing.  It took about 10 minutes to get him off 'the stage' at which time he informed us all that he would be going to 'the other stage' while she performed her songs.  As she started singing we all suddenly heard, from the other side of the room, 'Well hello everybody!'  There was WiseGuy doing his shtick on on the other stage.  SmartyPants finished the 'It's Saturday!' review (the musical she had a role in at school this past year) and WiseGuy returned to do some standup, telling jokes that just WEREN'T jokes, but you HAVE to laugh for him, anyway.  My dad said it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Kaufman"&gt;Andy Kaufman&lt;/a&gt;-esque and would probably entertain a number of people if we really did put him on stage.  He had us almost in tears for about 45 minutes.  It was priceless, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I wonder is, would he do this in front of a GROUP of people?  Or did he only do it because he was in front of family?  I suppose only time will tell.  All I know is that I am glad he does it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7120978068651959545?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7120978068651959545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7120978068651959545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7120978068651959545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7120978068651959545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/06/while-both-my-children-seem-to-be.html' title='Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1855269063325208063</id><published>2007-06-15T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:20:11.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Sharing the Past</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it turns out that the scale I weighed myself on was a little off....and NOT in my favor.  But, on the upside of that, I actually HAVE lost the nine pounds I claimed to have lost a week ago.  It just happened in TWO weeks instead of one.  That sounds a little more like it to me, anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find a job, people.  More because I have no one to watch the kids than anything else, though.  I've put out apps and resumes and such, so I just need to get one of these high school girls to watch the rugrats and I'll be home free...I hope.  Since I've been home all this time I decided to take the kids to few places I went as a kid that were COMPLETELY unlike the Florida they were used to.  We ventured up to the Pagoda and WiseGuy loved every hairpin turn on the way.  SmartPants couldn't get over how high up we were and the gorgeous view.  Today we went for a hike around Antietam Lake.  They were both unsure of going 'into the forest' but once there, they had a blast.  We took the dog, as well, who was thoroughly enjoying the unfamiliar terrain.  They played by the creek, skipped stones on the water, saw worms in the dirt and crayfish under rocks.  They even BOTH slipped on the rocks and got the shoes all soaking wet.  All in all THEY LOVED IT!  As did I.  Right now everyone is resting up after the hike....including the dog who is snoring at my feet as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very satisfying for me to share these things with my children.  I almost feel like they are babies again....but this time they can walk and talk, WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next we will head out to Gring's Mill and the Gruber Wagon Works....a favorite spot of my Girl Scout troop, right T?? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1855269063325208063?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1855269063325208063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1855269063325208063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1855269063325208063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1855269063325208063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-so-it-turns-out-that-scale-i-weighed.html' title='Sharing the Past'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5027072006781729190</id><published>2007-06-08T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:20:38.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Losing Weight'/><title type='text'>Pound for Pound</title><content type='html'>I've started a weight loss program.  Yes, I've jumped on the &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/index.aspx"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/a&gt; bandwagon!  My mom has been doing Weight Watchers since January and has lost 30 lbs so far.  Another dear friend of mine has been on Weight Watchers just as long and has gotten down over 30 lbs!  So, with all that success around me, how I could I resist?  Of course, it helps a LOT that I am currently LIVING with my mother.  I just eat what she eats and drink a lot of water.  I've been doing it for a little less than a week now and I've lost *drumroll please* 9 POUNDS!!!  Can you believe it??  I couldn't!  I still can't.  I'm just assuming that my mom's scale is wrong.  Once my clothes start to hang on me I think I'll start believing it more.  I suppose I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but it's kind of hard when I still want to EAT the horse!  Yeah, I'm a hungry girl most of the time.  It's taken a lot of will power to not just pop open the fridge and snack all day long.  I'm home with the kids by myself all day so it would be so easy to just cheat and cheat and cheat.  Of course, who would I be cheating but myself.  It's been getting a little easier.  I'm not as hungry as they first few days, but I'm hungry nonetheless.  It's all good though.  If the weight loss continues I guess it will all be worth it, right?&lt;br /&gt;I've added a ticker on the right to show my progress.  Not to brag or anything, but so that I have something tangible to look at.  So anyone that is doing any weight loss programs and needs someone to commiserate with, err I mean, needs some support, I'm there for ya, babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5027072006781729190?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5027072006781729190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5027072006781729190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5027072006781729190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5027072006781729190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-started-weight-loss-program.html' title='Pound for Pound'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1076465012640070239</id><published>2007-06-05T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:21:04.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Move'/><title type='text'>Right Back Where I Started From</title><content type='html'>Well, I've made it. I'm back in Pennsylvania. Our flight was very good, and WiseGuy behaved VERY well. The drive for Wayne and SmartyPants and the dog and rats went well, too. They made it here by Friday at dinner time, as expected.  The trouble started when we had to unload the Uhaul.  Wayne and I backed the Uhaul to the storage facility just as it began to rain.  We thought ourselves fortunate that the Uhaul could fit prefectly in the large doorway and kept us out of the inclement weather.  Soon enough, though, the rain began coming down HARD and the lightning and thunder began.  I kid you not when I say that there were lightning strikes happening all around us.  Our friend Jake arrived to help us unload.  We all walked to back to see the size of our facility.  To our dismay it didn't look large enough to accomodate all of our things, but we thought if we played a little &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetris"&gt;Tetris&lt;/a&gt; we could manage it all in.  So we began to unload and haul loads back down the little hallway towards our storage closet at the other end of the facility.  With the thunder still booming and the lightning strikes still coming on strong and the three of us unloading one handtruck full of boxes the entire facility went black.  Oh yes, gentle readers, the power went out.  We made our way towards the light at the end of the tunnel...yes the LITERAL tunnel and decided to take a short break, hoping that the lights would come back on in that time.  They never did.  So, I found a flashlight in one of our boxes.  The juice was running low, as the light was a dull brown color, but it was enough to light our way towards the back and illuminate our closet to pack in more and more of our possessions.  Finally, we decided to call it a night.  75% of our belongings were packed tightly into the storage closet and the other 25% were strewn out behind the truck.  We packed it back into the truck and headed towards my mom's house.  We still had a few days left on our truck rental, so there were no penalties.  We found another storage facility elsewhere to store the rest of our things and returned our truck.  The man at the rental place told us the lights never did come back on before closing.&lt;br /&gt;It was an adventure to say the least.  Nothing and no one got broken in the transport and for that I am truly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne already has a job working with my stepfather and now it is my turn to find one once I find someone trustworthy to watch the kids during the day.  Either that or I have to find an evening job....oh FUN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that this is going to take more adjustment than I realized, but I don't mind so much....I just know that I'm home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1076465012640070239?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1076465012640070239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1076465012640070239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1076465012640070239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1076465012640070239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-ive-made-it.html' title='Right Back Where I Started From'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5817466489850041704</id><published>2007-05-28T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:21:28.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Move'/><title type='text'>2 More Days</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, it's crunch time.  Pretty much everything is done but it still seems as though there is a lot more to do.  We replaced a door that needed replacing, replaced some vertical blinds, Wayne is painting a few rooms, 90% of our things are packed.  Even with all of that done I still feel as though I should be doing something, but, to be honest, there's not much I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;do.  The things left over are clothes and toiletries that we may need.  There are also a few pots and pans that we have been using.  Then there are the odds and ends.  I make periodic perimeter sweeps and toss the random objects that are laying around in a box.  When the box is full I go through it to determine if the objects are keepers, tossers or we need to keep it outers.  Now, even though I don't feel right doing it, I am sitting here with almost nothing to do.  That sounds like a good thing, but I just feel....WRONG.  Ah well, I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that I'm not scrambling around to get things done, yes?&lt;br /&gt;SmartyPants has been a pretty good help with the moving.  She gets irritated when we ask her to do stuff, but she does it regardless.  WiseGuy, on the other hand, has been a hinderance ;)  I didn't expect any less, honestly.  How could I?  He's 5 years old and wants to play with his toys that are boxed up.  We're going to wait and pack up the Xbox at the very last minute because, as much as I hate to admit it, that has been our saving grace with him.  It keeps him in one spot and keeps his attention away from the various toys of his that we are throwing away or donating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days&lt;br /&gt;2 more days&lt;br /&gt;2 more days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5817466489850041704?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5817466489850041704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5817466489850041704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5817466489850041704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5817466489850041704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-folks-its-crunch-time.html' title='2 More Days'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-4554668196219843474</id><published>2007-05-24T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:21:57.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>Only two days into summer vacation and already the kids are at each other.  WiseGuy walks by SmartyPants and smacks her in the back of the head, SmartyPants retaliates by grabbing his foot and tripping him and he responds by attempting to bite her all the while emitting an awful piercing shriek.  That boy can call dogs from two miles away and communicate with dolphins, I swear it!&lt;br /&gt;I've told them to go ahead and hurt each other because eventually they'll knock each other unconscious and I won't have to listen to them anymore.  SmartyPants looked at me as if I had lost my marbles and WiseGuy had a twinkle in his eye.  Of course, I retracted that statement and told them that if they kept it up I would tie the two of them together so they couldn't get away from one another.&lt;br /&gt;They quickly dispersed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-4554668196219843474?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/4554668196219843474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=4554668196219843474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4554668196219843474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4554668196219843474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-two-days-into-summer-vacation-and.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-3901269111561373518</id><published>2007-05-23T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:22:55.681-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Toys, Back Pain and Report Cards</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you that my house looks as though a hurricane has blown through it?  I speak from experience people!  I've got half full boxes littering each room of the house, packed and taped boxes stack against a wall in what used to be our dining room and TOYS TOYS TOYS still scattered amongst it all.  Today that all changes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my last day of work and the kids' last day of school.  Today I have to buckle down and fill as many boxes as possible and get them stacked in the dining room.  This will include a majority of the toys, much to WiseGuy's chagrin.  I'll be leaving some choice cars and trains out for him but the rest have GOT TO GO!  This weekend we have to vacate our storage facility and we need somewhere to put all the stuff that we couldn't fit into our house (yeah, they were in storage for a REASON) and so that is my task for the next few days....to turn our itty bitty apartment into a storage facility....NO, I mean, to make room for all of our lovely things .  Why must we vacate this weekend rather than just load everything directly into our moving van like normal people?  Well, maybe because we aren't normal, HELLO!  No, actually, because the billing cycle starts on the 26th of each month, so if we stay past the 26th we will have to pay for an entire month that we just won't be using and that's a waste of a valuable resource (AKA money!)  Yes, I realize that I am sitting at the computer versus doing all of these things that I am typing about, but I am giving myself some time each morning to wake up and let my back stretch itself out.  For those who don't know, I've had some major back issues as of late but that is slowly getting resolved with the help of a Cortisone shot to the rear, some anti-inflammatories and some real good pain meds.  So, I'm giving myself until 9am to sit, check out some blogs, some email and some of my regular websites, let my pain meds kick in and psyche myself up for THE BIG PACK UP!&lt;br /&gt;Send those good vibes and many prayers, my friends!  The good Lord knows I'll need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to add a little to this post and let everyone know how SUPER PROUD I am of my wee ones and their report cards!&lt;br /&gt;I never worry about SmartyPants.  The girl is gifted and amazes me all the time.  Even before she was diagnosed with ADD she was getting A's and B's.  Now that we know what was going on with her in school and have the right tools to deal with her ADD she gets straight A's every time.  This entire year her report card has been loaded with A's....not a B on the paper!  There have been several areas in the other subjects where she has been sort of lacking....you now the subject I mean...the ones where you get E for excellent, G for good, S for satisfactory and N for need improvement.  She used to get N or S for her handwriting.  Yesh folks, it was that bad.  This year she spent the first three grading periods with a G and was VERY happy with that because it showed me she was trying.  Well, for the very first time my girl got an E in handwriting!  It shows me she is developing the discipline to slow down and take the time to write her answers neatly!  She used to breeze through tests thinking that it meant she was smarter and better because she was done first.  I've always told her that it doesn't matter if your answers are correct if no one can READ them.  Seems she has taken this to heart and is taking her time to make her papers presentable and I am very proud of her for that!  And of course she was promoted to the Fifth grade!&lt;br /&gt;Now....as for WiseGuy....well...folks, I'm proud of his academic abilities, but his behavior leaves a lot to be desired.  Here's the thing....he was actually 4 years old when he started school this year.  He turned 5 a week after.  He did meet the cut off date and had been in Pre K so we thought he was generally ready for school.  But oh my goodness!  Notes home from the teacher constantly were a reminder that he ws younger and let mature than his classmates.  I will type out his report card below for all four grading periods and you'll see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance scale: S- Satisfactory  N-Needs Improvement (that's all they get in Kindergarten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        Grading Period -----------1   2   3   4&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts                                                                                                                  -----------S   S   S   S&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics                                                                                                                     -------------S   S   S   S&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;----Participates by listening and following directions ---S   S    S   S&lt;br /&gt;Science/Health&lt;br /&gt;----Participates by listening and following directions --N   N   N  N&lt;br /&gt;Phys Ed         &lt;br /&gt;----Listens and follows directions                                                           ----------------------S   S   N   N&lt;br /&gt;                     ----Demonstrates Knowledge--------------------------S   S   S    S&lt;br /&gt;Music             &lt;br /&gt;----Listens and follows directions ---------------------S   N   N  N&lt;br /&gt;----Demonstrates Knowledge-------------------------S   S    S    S&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;----Listens and follows directions--------------------                                                           N   N   N   N&lt;br /&gt;----Demonstrates Knowledge -----------------------S   S    S    S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, so far can you see what I mean?  He has the knowledge but he DOESN'T LISTEN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL BEHAVIOR/PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT&lt;br /&gt;Takes pride in work                                                                                                        ---------N    N  S-  S-&lt;br /&gt;Makes wise use of time------N    N   S-  S&lt;br /&gt;Listens attentively                                                                                                                                             ----------N    N   S-  S-&lt;br /&gt;Follows directions                                                                                                                                               -----------S    S    S    S&lt;br /&gt;Respects rights and property of others----S    S    S    S&lt;br /&gt;Works and plays cooperatively                                                                                                                 ------N    S-  S-  N&lt;br /&gt;Works Independantly&lt;br /&gt;Respects Authority&lt;br /&gt;Completes Class Assignments&lt;br /&gt;Returns books, forms, etc. on time                                                                  --All of the above S     S    S   S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the report card just shows what skills he has and he has them all, which is great.  But I worry.  He really is a smart kid but he is ALL OVER THE PLACE.  We are hoping he gains some maturity over the summer and maybe calms down a bit.  I certainly wouldn't change my little man for anything, but I just want to be sure he gets the best education possible....and how can you soak up the knowledge when you are busy jumping off of chairs and making animal noises (both things he has been routinely guilty of throughout the year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I am very proud of both of my children.  The both received several awards.  SmartyPants got straight A honor roll, perfect attendance and the Math Drill award.  WiseGuy received S honor roll and a Math Drill award.&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR MY BABIES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-3901269111561373518?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/3901269111561373518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=3901269111561373518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/3901269111561373518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/3901269111561373518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-i-just-tell-you-that-my-house-looks.html' title='Toys, Back Pain and Report Cards'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-15696055636572642</id><published>2007-05-14T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:23:17.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Move'/><title type='text'>So Much Done, So Much To Do</title><content type='html'>16 days and counting, my friends, until I return to the state of my birth.  Just a little over two weeks.  I've already put the cancellation in for the electric and the cable, Wayne is going to take care of the water (I hope.)  I've gone through the kids' toys, downsizing from 5 huge Tupperware bins down to 2 huge Tupperware bins...of course there are plenty of straggler toys, but that's what the extra bins are for!  I've packed up the dining room, sifting through the craft boxes and junk drawers.  I've taken down the pictures on the walls and packed them away.  I'm still collecting boxes from work for the rest of our things.  This is my last full week of work and the kids last full week of school.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've done SO MUCH already, yet I look around and realize I still have SO MUCH to do.  I need to go through all of our clothes and donate the outfits that we have long outgrown (by WE I mean the kids AND Wayne and I....you know those clothes....the ones that you look at and tell yourself that you will loose weight and fit into them one day...yeah, uh huh...those) or things that we haven't worn in over 6 months.  I have our bedroom closet to go through, our desk to go through another computer desk to clear off, pots, pans, dishes and glasses to pack and a storage facility to sort through yet.  I'm sure I've got enough time, it's just such a daunting task and I would SO like to get it done before the kids are out of school, but I know that I will have more time when I am finished with work and so I will just suck it up and press forward.&lt;br /&gt;Time seemed to drag on up to this point and now it's starting to speed up towards moving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania, HERE I COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-15696055636572642?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/15696055636572642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=15696055636572642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/15696055636572642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/15696055636572642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-much-done-so-much-to-do-16-days-and.html' title='So Much Done, So Much To Do'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5976537891505220195</id><published>2007-05-11T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:23:35.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life with WiseGuy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>As per usual, the kids made Mother's Day gifts in school to bring home for me.  WiseGuy's teacher had a form that she filled in after asking the kids questions.  WiseGuy's answers made me laugh and cry.  I've posted it below.  The phrases in pink were the answers given by WiseGuy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is the most wonderful mom in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;She's as pretty as&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(that's a compliment from a five year old boy, to be sure!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She weighs &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;33 lbs&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(I WISH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; feet tall.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Combine that with my weight and I'm a STICK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite food is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;salad&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Not quite, but it SOUNDS great)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my Mom looks funny when she&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;tells jokes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(And here I thought I only SOUNDED funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know she is really angry when she&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;tells me to clean up&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Naturally!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Mom would&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;go to the movies&lt;/span&gt; with me every day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(I would have to get a second job to afford THAT these days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's best friend is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;[SmartyPants] and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite TV show is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Funniest Animals&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Who can resist funny animals?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can cook&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;noodles&lt;/span&gt; the best.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(I'm a noodle QUEEN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to buy her a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;golden star&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(AWWWW!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade my Mom for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  (THAT line made me CRY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that little man of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of the mom's out there have a wonderful Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5976537891505220195?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5976537891505220195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5976537891505220195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5976537891505220195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5976537891505220195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-as-per-usual-kids.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-5088095057886308709</id><published>2007-05-07T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:24:03.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>Tag I'M It!</title><content type='html'>Wheeee!!!  I was just tagged by &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; to do the 7 Things meme.  I need to come up with 7 facts/habits about myself and put them here.  I don't know that I've ever thought about this sort of stuff so this could take a little bit to come up....but here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have &lt;a href="http://www.ratz.co.uk/petrat.html"&gt;rats for pets&lt;/a&gt;.  Yes, you read that correctly....rats.  Working in a pet shop I've learned a lot of things about a lot of different animals.  One of those thing is that rats make awesome pets.  Now, I'm not talking about rats that you've picked up out of the sewer or anything, here.  These were bred and raised at our store.  I was lucky enough to have seen the birth of both our girls and handled them from day one.  They are smart little buggers, they come when you call their name and easily learn tricks.  They are like little dogs!  Most people just shudder when I tell them...and a year ago I probably would've done the same.  Nowadays I just wish I had more room to get more rats.  They never bite, they are great with the kids and easy to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I want to be a pastry chef.  You know, like the ones on The Food Network who do the different cake challenges and build The Coliseum out of rice krispie treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I sleep with approximately 9 pillows on my bed....and I use them all to make a nest of sorts when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have a 'thing' about how my house and clothes smell.  I burn candles to make the house smell good and use &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/50309/my_review_of_gain_joyful_expressons.html"&gt;Gain Apple Mango Tango detergent&lt;/a&gt; so that my clothes smell AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I don't like using the same shampoo and conditioner every day.  At any given time if you look into my shower you will see two or three different brands of shampoo and conditioner.  They say that using the same one causes buildup on the hair....and who wants that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I love how my son's head smells.  Especially right by his temple.  I don't know what is it, but I could snuggle him and smell his head ALL DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I prefer email to phone calls.  I don't know why, but I just never have been one to call people.  If someone calls ME I'll talk forever, but if I need to make the first communication I'll send an email if at all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I'm one strange bird, eh?  Yes, well, aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag 7 people but I don't think that many people even read my blog so I'll just leave it to whoever wants to do it!  Just let me know in my comments that you've done it and I'll go check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-5088095057886308709?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/5088095057886308709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=5088095057886308709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5088095057886308709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/5088095057886308709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/05/wheeee-i-was-just-tagged-by-aimee-to-do.html' title='Tag I&apos;M It!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1419106436571524719</id><published>2007-05-07T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:24:39.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>I'm A SLogger</title><content type='html'>It's been a little bit since I've done a blog so I figured I would make a post just to keep up with things and not feel like such a slacker blogger...or SLOGGER (I think I just invented a new word!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!  Things with the move are moving along nicely (pun totally intended.)  WiseGuy and I will be flying up together on May 31st.  SmartyPants and Wayne will be driving in the moving truck and towing the soccer mom van behind them.  They will also be accompanied by our 75 lbs shepherd mix, Petey, and our two sweet rodent pals, Addie and Gloria.  This ended up being the best alternative as we weren't quite sure where everyone would fit and I don't think WiseGuy would appreciate the two day drive up the coast.&lt;br /&gt;I've given my notice at work, which went much better than I anticipated.  I work in a pet shop and I love my job, most of my coworkers and, most of all, my employers.  They have been wonderful to me over the past year that I have worked for them.  We have been pretty short staffed as of late and I felt awful telling them I was leaving them.  As it stands now the manager and I are pretty much in charge of the rest of the crew.  I get to be in charge on the manager's days off.  So between the two of us we work the most hours.  I hate leaving them in such a  situation but, thankfully, they understood.  They knew the day would come that I would be returning to PA and said they were happy for me....only after telling me I wasn't allowed to leave and I had to find and train my own replacement before I could leave ;)  There were even a few tears shed.  When all was said and done, though, they told me that if I ever came back to Florida I would always have a job with them no matter what.  See what I mean???  Aren't they awesome?!?  My last day is May 22nd and it will certainly be bittersweet.  I know it just a step closer to going back home, but I will be leaving some good friends and a job I truly enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....what else is there to talk about?  My if this isn't a rather random post!  I've got several other things I wanted to write but I'm not sure if I should smash it all into one blog or make others to keep things a little organized.  Are there blog rules??  Ah well, I should be heading to bed anyway.  I've got work in the morning and the kids have their school Spring Showcase tomorrow.  SmartyPants is in chorus and they are doing a short musical play in which SmartyPants has some lines and a solo!!!  She is a Nervous Nellie, but I know she'll do great!  The Kindergarten is also singing a song so WiseGuy is super excited, too.  It should be a very full day for us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough rambling!  Time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1419106436571524719?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1419106436571524719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1419106436571524719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1419106436571524719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1419106436571524719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-little-bit-since-ive-done-blog.html' title='I&apos;m A SLogger'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7045646669047312266</id><published>2007-04-28T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:24:57.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life with WiseGuy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Funny Quotes From The WiseGuy</title><content type='html'>My 5 year old son says some of the FUNNIEST things that I've ever heard come out of the mouth of a child.  Below are just two of the most recent.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were out at a pizza buffet and WiseGuy didn't want to eat.  He loves to drink and would choose to have a drink over eat a meal any day.  Last night I tried and tried to get him to eat some pizza to which he responded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm full up with food but I'm down wit drinkin'!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;I almost choked on my cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite some time ago we were having some behavior problems with WiseGuy in school, getting notes from the teacher almost everyday.  We were stressing to him the importance of making good choices and how they impact the people around him.  One day when he came home from school we asked if he made good choices.  He replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yeah, I made good choices.....in my head."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is a real piece of work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7045646669047312266?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7045646669047312266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7045646669047312266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7045646669047312266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7045646669047312266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-quotes-from-wiseguy-my-5-year-old.html' title='Funny Quotes From The WiseGuy'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-1522433886927210590</id><published>2007-04-24T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:25:14.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>SCATTERGORIES</title><content type='html'>I saw this over on &lt;a href="http://the-mother-load.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mother Load&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks, Aimee!&lt;br /&gt;All of the answers below must begin with the same letter as your first name.  Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;My name is Megan, so all of my answers must begin with the letter M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous singer/band: &lt;a href="http://www.monkees.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Monkees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: made&lt;br /&gt;Street: Maple Street (yes, Aim, I think EVERY town has a group of tree named streets)&lt;br /&gt;Color: maroon&lt;br /&gt;Gifts/Presents: money&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: &lt;a href="http://www.maserati.com/"&gt;Maserati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in a Souvenir Shop: Mugs&lt;br /&gt;Boy's Name: Mark&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Name: Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Movie Title: &lt;a href="http://marsattacks.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Mars Attacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Mojito&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Mason&lt;br /&gt;Flower: Marigold&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: &lt;a href="http://www.megryan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Meg Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: &lt;a href="http://www.dccomics.com/mad/"&gt;MAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US City: Miami, Florida&lt;br /&gt;Pro Sports Teams: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coloradoavalanche.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit: Mango&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for being late for work: Messy Traffic&lt;br /&gt;Something you throw away: markers (when they are drued out, of course)&lt;br /&gt;Things you shout: "Mama Mia!"&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon character: &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/characters/mickey/index.html"&gt;Mickey Mouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-1522433886927210590?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/1522433886927210590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=1522433886927210590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1522433886927210590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/1522433886927210590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/04/scattergories-i-saw-this-over-on-mother.html' title='SCATTERGORIES'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-6084825220459248534</id><published>2007-04-23T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:25:39.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>DIGITAL PHOTO FRAME CONTEST!</title><content type='html'>Who wouldn't want to win a digital photo frame?!  I know I've got tons of digital pics on my PC that would love to display elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Just head over to &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/1442/philips-digital-photo-frame-contest/"&gt;5 Minutes for Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-6084825220459248534?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/6084825220459248534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=6084825220459248534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/6084825220459248534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/6084825220459248534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/04/digital-photo-frame-contest-who-wouldnt.html' title='DIGITAL PHOTO FRAME CONTEST!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-4789130507899724454</id><published>2007-04-21T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:26:03.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Puzzle Time!</title><content type='html'>I've been a lifelong subscriber to Reader's Digest and enjoy the RD Challenge at the back of each one.  Some are easier than others but they are always a fun little thing I enjoy so I figured I would share it with you!  It's a bit of word fun this month!  Below are the instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each answer contains the consecutive letters US, and can follow the word before it and precede the one after it, to create a pair of familiar two-word phrases.  In the example below, the answer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUS&lt;/span&gt; gives you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHOOL BUS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUS STOP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ex.  SCHOOL B&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt; STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;GOLD                     _US_                    HOUR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STAR                      _US_                    BUNNY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHRISTMAS         _ _ _US               ROUND&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHORT                   _US_                    BOX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAIR                       _ _US_                FIRE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ELEVATOR            _US_ _                HALL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PREGNANT           _ _US_                BUTTON&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ROSE                       _US_                   WHACKER&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GREEN                    _ _US_                ARREST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FLEA                        _ _ _ _US           TENT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HONEY                    _US_ _ _ _         GAS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MONKEY                _US_ _ _ _ _      CARD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the answers in a few days!&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-4789130507899724454?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/4789130507899724454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=4789130507899724454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4789130507899724454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/4789130507899724454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/04/puzzle-time-ive-been-lifelong.html' title='Puzzle Time!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-707787074102758348</id><published>2007-04-17T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:26:21.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>Three Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My first meme on this blog!  Simple pleasures for simple minds! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things That Scare Me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Losing my children through death or having them taken by someone&lt;br /&gt;2. Hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;3. Bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People Who Make Me Laugh:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wayne&lt;br /&gt;2. The Kids&lt;br /&gt;3. My Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Autumn&lt;br /&gt;2. Snuggling&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs and kisses that I don't have to ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Hate:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sneaky people&lt;br /&gt;2. Liars&lt;br /&gt;3. Intolerant/prejudiced people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Don't Understand:&lt;br /&gt;1. Extreme violence&lt;br /&gt;2. Why neither child can seem to put their dirty clothes into the hamper when they have to WALK RIGHT BY IT on the way out of their bedroom&lt;br /&gt;3. How people can judge others without even knowing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things On My Desk:&lt;br /&gt;1. Telephone&lt;br /&gt;2. A polar bear wearing a snow hat and scarf (Christmas present from a niece)&lt;br /&gt;3. An empty plate that only recently held a piece of NY Cheesecake (eaten by Wayne, not me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I am Doing Right Now (well, not right this second, but more of a general "right now")&lt;br /&gt;1. Checking email&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening to the news&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching Wayne sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things To Do Before I Die:&lt;br /&gt;1. visit Italy and Greece&lt;br /&gt;2. Get back to a healthy weight&lt;br /&gt;3. Become a grandmother and spoil my grandchildren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Can Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. sing (stole this one)&lt;br /&gt;2. cook (stole this one, too!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Play a mean game of Connect Four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Can't Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play sports&lt;br /&gt;2. Brain surgery&lt;br /&gt;3. Leap tall buildings in a single bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:&lt;br /&gt;1. The song 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;2. That little voice in your head&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Should Never Listen To:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anyone who tries to tell you that you can't do something&lt;br /&gt;2. whining&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone other than your children vomiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Would Like To Learn:&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to be a gourmet pastry chef and make those awesome food sculptures&lt;br /&gt;2. Ballroom dancing&lt;br /&gt;3. How to be more patient with my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;1. Steamed clams dipped in butter&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Swedish Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Great Space Coaster (No Gnus is good Gnus!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Punky Brewster&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.nbc10.com/news/9494744/detail.html"&gt;Captain Noah &lt;/a&gt;(a Philadelphia-based show that was sort of like Mr. Rogers on the High Seas)&lt;br /&gt;(I watched Captain Noah, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Regret:&lt;br /&gt;1. I try not to regret, as there is no point in it&lt;br /&gt;2. I just try to learn from mistakes I made&lt;br /&gt;3. and try not to make them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag three people, but I'm going to open it up to whoever wants to do it - just let me know in the comments so I can stop by and read up on all your "things".&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/33361272-707787074102758348?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/707787074102758348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=707787074102758348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/707787074102758348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/707787074102758348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-things-my-first-meme-on-this-blog.html' title='Three Things'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-2963143071990963820</id><published>2007-04-17T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:26:40.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>I Teach Them, They Teach Me</title><content type='html'>My children have taught me that it's the little things in life that can make the biggest difference.  The things we take for granted on a daily basis or that we've grown accustomed to - the things that we do as a quick fix to a problem - the things that we intend to just throw away.  All of these things tend to hold the interest of children in a way that we, as adults, have forgotten.  My children remind me all the time.  Below are just a few examples of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things we take for granted or have grown accustomed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to 'see your breath' when you go out on a cold morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way the car defogger 'magically' clears up the window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing the underside a bug quite clearly and closely as it climbs up the window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things we do as a quick fix to a problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were out of peanut butter and jelly (THE HORROR!!!) and my 5 year old little guy, who will be known here as WiseGuy, wanted to pack his lunch.  He suggested a hot dog 'sandwich.'  At first I told him that it wouldn't be hot but thought 'Silly!  The kid lives to eat cold hot dogs straight from the fridge!'  So I got two pieces of bread, spread some ketchup on, cut the hot dog length wise into strips, laid them on the bread, topped it with a slice of american cheese and there he had his hot dog sandwich.  I wasn't very pleased with this for a lunch option but he couldn't have been more thrilled and hugged and kissed me over and over for the rest of the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 9 year old daughter, who will be known here as SmartyPants, likes bubble baths but she has very sensitive skin so we don't buy bubble bath for her.  She was whining about this fact one night before her bath so I went in, took her brother's kids shampoo and poured it under her running bath water....VIOLA!  Bubbles!  She was tickled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things we intend to throw away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Large cardboard boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoe boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The little pamphlet type thingie that always comes inside package of toys to advertise the stuff that you HAVE to buy to go with the toy that you just bought&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stickers....of any kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Card....or any kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half colored page from a coloring book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my kids make me feel OLD, but most days they remind me what it is to be a kid and experience things through their eyes.  It's so nice to be a kid again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-2963143071990963820?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/2963143071990963820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=2963143071990963820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/2963143071990963820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/2963143071990963820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-children-have-taught-me-that-its.html' title='I Teach Them, They Teach Me'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33361272.post-7982202133745517905</id><published>2007-04-14T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:27:01.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Let's Get This Party Started!</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the blogs of some good friends for quite some time now.  I've got my own blog of sorts that I very rarely update because the options and capabilities at that certain place are sooooo limited.  Yet every time I read the blogs of my friends I sit and think to myself 'I should just start to blog HERE.  No, that would be copycatting...I've got my own blog at that OTHER place.  *SIGH*'&lt;br /&gt;BYSTANDER, NO MORE!!!  I've joined the ranks of blogging moms!  Just call me Bloggie Bloggerson!&lt;br /&gt;I'll need this place to vent in the upcoming months as we begin our trek back home from a place I like to call Hell, err, uh, Florida.  We're returning to the NorthEast and the packing and moving will be stressful to say the least.  Two children, a dog and two pet rodents....oh, and my husband.  It will be a daunting task, but one that welcome with open arms as I become HOMEWARD BOUND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33361272-7982202133745517905?l=takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/feeds/7982202133745517905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33361272&amp;postID=7982202133745517905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7982202133745517905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33361272/posts/default/7982202133745517905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takethisblogandshoveit.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-reading-blogs-of-some-good.html' title='Let&apos;s Get This Party Started!'/><author><name>Meg M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00293101794797178934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vE9djsBsno/SRow1EzMqsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqn0rswHw7E/S220/lookback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
