<?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-37087500</id><updated>2011-11-08T13:16:50.117-05:00</updated><category term='meme'/><category term='reading'/><category term='babble'/><category term='sewing.'/><category term='wet sock rant'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Tornado'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='crafty'/><category term='baby bumb'/><category term='geek'/><category term='dog'/><category term='nerd'/><category term='book'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='Olivia'/><category term='whine'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='travel'/><category term='baby'/><category term='St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><category term='craft'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='food'/><category term='preggers'/><category term='book review'/><category term='swap'/><category term='party time'/><category term='fear'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='Challenges'/><category term='fluff'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Rosemary for remembrance</title><subtitle type='html'>Just me, talking to myself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1546198281057949014</id><published>2011-06-16T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:25:31.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt me like butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4tPgXTkA_k/TfpYlmK9pWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jrAZRCtQ0J4/s1600/easter%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4tPgXTkA_k/TfpYlmK9pWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jrAZRCtQ0J4/s400/easter%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618900888023049570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w466qbOohl0/TfpYlv0n40I/AAAAAAAAAhg/dt8EBDUK4Tc/s1600/easter%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w466qbOohl0/TfpYlv0n40I/AAAAAAAAAhg/dt8EBDUK4Tc/s400/easter%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618900890613703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfpS7pjpVzg/TfpYGqo2P6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IYg_cGqF0BU/s1600/2011-05-30_11-41-37_316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfpS7pjpVzg/TfpYGqo2P6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IYg_cGqF0BU/s400/2011-05-30_11-41-37_316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618900356646191010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv sang with me last night.  She's been singing off and on for a while, but last night she sang her "sleepy time" song with me.  Usually she tells me "NO Mama NO!".  She was so sweet last night.  She put her head on my shoulder and sang with me as we went up the stairs to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time has come for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Baby now is going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Mama good night and I'll turn out the lights and I'll tuck you in bed with your covers tight.  Sleepy time has come for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Baby now is going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1546198281057949014?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1546198281057949014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1546198281057949014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1546198281057949014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1546198281057949014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2011/06/melt-me-like-butter.html' title='Melt me like butter'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I4tPgXTkA_k/TfpYlmK9pWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jrAZRCtQ0J4/s72-c/easter%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1325723422853571199</id><published>2011-04-07T09:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:10:22.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Remember.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6RSV9ScsGI/TZ3OVNgo_UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/CwgnHNWZ5o8/s1600/Tea95Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6RSV9ScsGI/TZ3OVNgo_UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/CwgnHNWZ5o8/s400/Tea95Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592853176063163714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many things I want to remember about Liv at this age.  She  is so funny and her vocabulary is growing in leaps and bounds.  She's  starting to talk in full sentences, although "there he is" is still more  of a sound then individual words.  She says "Peas" for "Please" and  mixes up "me" and "you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf3UwzuQK2A/TZ3OU7KE3EI/AAAAAAAAAg0/z7-I2Nhwym4/s1600/2011-03-27_12-35-47_160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yf3UwzuQK2A/TZ3OU7KE3EI/AAAAAAAAAg0/z7-I2Nhwym4/s400/2011-03-27_12-35-47_160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592853171136683074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found her Tu-tu and was so proud to have put it on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUd67lcLV1Q/TZ3OVvx4tjI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jiE0VKjLEhs/s1600/tu-tu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUd67lcLV1Q/TZ3OVvx4tjI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jiE0VKjLEhs/s400/tu-tu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592853185262302770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to play in the dirt.  She insisted on wearing that hat to dig in her "garden".  Yesterday when I got home from work, she was excited to show me the tree branches she had "planted".  I'm going to have to get her something to plant in the planter.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_TbNfpu6PM/TZ3OUR-teJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1a8hQA-3y9Y/s1600/2011-03-20_11-11-38_608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_TbNfpu6PM/TZ3OUR-teJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1a8hQA-3y9Y/s400/2011-03-20_11-11-38_608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592853160083159186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watches far too much TV/Computer, but she is limited to : The Wiggles, Sesame Street and Blue's Clues, with the occasional Caillou thrown in.  She can move from website to website and play the video's and games by herself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYQkUUP9hW8/TZ3OUCqSpFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2AjiVEx5twA/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYQkUUP9hW8/TZ3OUCqSpFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2AjiVEx5twA/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592853155970982994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to go to the play ground.  For some reason, she calls it Tball.  She's never seen a T-ball game and has no idea what it is, so I have no clue where tball comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83f312fe697275e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83f312fe697275e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864249%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1841494A9161DD0BD2B1B92824F0BB4C7652D7B0.57E21D8DF84E6DE35B233DC605BFCE2B9F2AF507%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83f312fe697275e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcJ2eshCBOe9oKHGV2J0GqL0F7-E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83f312fe697275e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864249%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1841494A9161DD0BD2B1B92824F0BB4C7652D7B0.57E21D8DF84E6DE35B233DC605BFCE2B9F2AF507%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83f312fe697275e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcJ2eshCBOe9oKHGV2J0GqL0F7-E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1325723422853571199?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1325723422853571199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1325723422853571199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1325723422853571199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1325723422853571199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-remember.html' title='To Remember.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6RSV9ScsGI/TZ3OVNgo_UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/CwgnHNWZ5o8/s72-c/Tea95Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8927137096974801717</id><published>2011-02-04T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:49:34.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit is 2 today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwsiFUpiHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bwUjJvXvCMc/s1600/January%2B2011%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwsiFUpiHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bwUjJvXvCMc/s400/January%2B2011%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569875803206420594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I truly cannot believe she is 2 today.  Where has the time gone? This past week she's  had a language explosion.  Mostly because Grammy came for a visit last Saturday and has been working with her.  When asked "how old are you?" she'll say 2! and try to hold up 2 fingers.  Melts me into a puddle.  I so wish I could see more of her.  The 1 1/2 hours I get after work is just not enough.  It's killing me.  Especially since I'm back at the restaurant 3 nights a week.  I'm glad Zalebaby is home with her, but it still makes me want to scream.  I'm going to stop here.  This is suppose to be about my beautiful baby-girl's 2nd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwsh0_8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/3fTOCu6frvw/s1600/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwsh0_8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAgU/3fTOCu6frvw/s400/Us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569875798824608642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to tell me NO! and she always says Daddy!  when she doesn't know the correct name for something.  She loves to help clean the kitchen and she has her very own broom to help sweep.  She is terrified of the vacuum and will run screaming from the room if you get it out of the closet.  My little bird will eat anything I'm trying to eat, but turn her nose up if I try to feed it to her on her own plate.  Loves to do the Electric Company Slide---Hey You Guys!--  She loves to color and often wants Daddy to draw Elmo for her so she can color all over the picture.  Liv is the queen of puzzles and goes through her stack of them every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Eskimo baby:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwshqtrVRI/AAAAAAAAAgM/I-sp-vLqgjE/s1600/2011-01-10_17-16-50_399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwshqtrVRI/AAAAAAAAAgM/I-sp-vLqgjE/s400/2011-01-10_17-16-50_399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569875796063638802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy got her a wooden table and chair set for her birthday and she is so excited over it.  She moves from chair to chair having tea with her dollies.  I could just eat her up.  More Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickles with Grammy:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwshSelLPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dV0bvsPIb1s/s1600/January%2B2011%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwshSelLPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dV0bvsPIb1s/s400/January%2B2011%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569875789557869810" 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/37087500-8927137096974801717?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8927137096974801717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8927137096974801717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8927137096974801717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8927137096974801717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-bit-is-2-today.html' title='Little Bit is 2 today'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TUwsiFUpiHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bwUjJvXvCMc/s72-c/January%2B2011%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5571026142507792629</id><published>2010-12-21T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:30:32.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liv's new ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TRDT02nLEwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/n8Hq4ADkaP0/s1600/Christmas%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TRDT02nLEwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/n8Hq4ADkaP0/s400/Christmas%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553171245514298114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl got tubes in her ears yesterday.  It was very, very quick procedure.  From the time they gassed her until she woke up was less then 15 minutes.   I was surprised that she didn't wake up crying, she was quite on the way home until she puked up the apple juice she was given after waking up.   They told me not to be surprised if she did puke, so I wasn't worried.  She was kinda cute about it.  She pulled out her gummy, looked at me wide-eyed and said uh, uh then puked.  I was there to catch it and afterward she was just fine.  I guess only a mother would think her kid was cute as she puked....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5571026142507792629?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5571026142507792629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5571026142507792629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5571026142507792629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5571026142507792629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/12/livs-new-ears.html' title='Liv&apos;s new ears!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TRDT02nLEwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/n8Hq4ADkaP0/s72-c/Christmas%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7650763322817499302</id><published>2010-11-23T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:41:04.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TOwKI1Gx7AI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7j2p_6XXLCY/s1600/HPIM9305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TOwKI1Gx7AI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7j2p_6XXLCY/s400/HPIM9305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542816388196985858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a week since we had to put Tater down.  I still keep looking for him.  For such a little grumpy old man, he's left a huge hole my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7650763322817499302?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7650763322817499302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7650763322817499302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7650763322817499302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7650763322817499302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TOwKI1Gx7AI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7j2p_6XXLCY/s72-c/HPIM9305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6027496495752703775</id><published>2010-11-11T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:51:55.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising</title><content type='html'>I love going on cruises.  This last one was a blast.  I just wish it would have been longer so I could have gotten some down time. 3 nights is not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cruise was different from my other cruises because we went as a small group.  4 couples, no kids.  All the grandparents came into town to watch the babies.  It was bliss.  Don't get me wrong, I missed Liv terribly.  I checked in with my Mom compulsively, but it was so nice to be able to have a few (too many) drinks and go dancing and not have to worry about paying the piper in the mornings.  I got to sleep as late as I wanted...bliss. pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Atlanta around 10-10:30 on Thursday.  A&amp;amp;A rode with us.  We picked them up at 9, then went to Waffle House to start our vacation.  So we were a little later then our intended start time.  The other 2 couples (H&amp;amp;E and M&amp;amp;P) dove together and left about 10 too but they live on the other side of town and had their own agenda.  Since they thought we were leaving at 9 we sent them random text messages the whole way to the hotel, telling them we were farther along on the road.  When we were about an hour from the the hotel, we told them we were at the pool...it was fun with all the smack-talk texting going on, it made the trip much faster.  Even with the sit-down lunch we had at Bob Evan's they only beat us to the hotel by 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Embassy Suites Thursday night, E had enough points to pay for 2 rooms, Yea E! and the hotel has a weekday happy hour with free drinks.  Guess what we did? Yep, we indulged ourselves, then got a taxi van to take us to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Universal Studio's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Halloween Horror Nights.  $75 per person.  ouch. but in the name of vacation we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror Nights was a lot of fun.  It was also a lot of standing in line.  They had 8 haunted houses, 6 "scare zones" and a couple of the everyday rides open.  We saw 3 of the haunted houses,3 scare zones and did Jaws, Men In Black and the Mummy ride before the park closed.  Not to shabby considering the haunted house lines were 45 minutes to 90 minutes long (I timed the houses themselves and they took 6 to 10 minutes to go thru)  The last time I was at Universal I was pregnant with Liv, so I couldn't ride any of the fun rides, so my favorite part was riding the rides and being tipsy during it.  I can't say I've ever done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ourselves up and moving in time for the free breakfast, which at Embassy, rocked.  I had a made to order omelet, juice and hash browns.    It was just what I needed after all the drinking the night before.  We checked out, went to CVS for a few forgotten items (not mine!) and started the 45 minute drive to the Port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarking was a little off.   The first half was smooth, the lines were short and went fast.  Then the card machine broke. Dun, Dun, Dun!!!  so we sat and waited 45 minutes until we could get in the line to board the ship.  The good part about that was our rooms were ready when we got on and we could drop off all of our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first cruise with Royal Caribbean and I found the Monarch of the Seas to be exactly as I expected it to be.  My only gripe was the bathroom vanity.  It was nice and large, but nowhere to secure your stuff.  Carnival Celebrity's bathroom was better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-6027496495752703775?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6027496495752703775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6027496495752703775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6027496495752703775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6027496495752703775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/cruising.html' title='Cruising'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-250934807232885371</id><published>2010-11-10T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:48:44.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby</title><content type='html'>Liv has the ear infection that won't die.  We've started our 4 round of antibiotics.  sigh.  At least it doesn't seem to hurt her.  I really hope this antibiotic works because the next treatment is a shot 3 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy, Zalebaby and I took Liv to the Aquarium then to Johnny Rockets for lunch afterward.  She had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNqhzuBohaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ECdG9LV8iVQ/s1600/Oct-nov%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNqhzuBohaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ECdG9LV8iVQ/s400/Oct-nov%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537916601705727394" 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/37087500-250934807232885371?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/250934807232885371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=250934807232885371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/250934807232885371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/250934807232885371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNqhzuBohaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ECdG9LV8iVQ/s72-c/Oct-nov%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6513743856957152540</id><published>2010-11-08T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:58:41.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tease</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write a recap of my little cruise vacation, but I don't have enough time today at work.  (actually working at work?!? Who'd of thunk it?) So here is a little tease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset the first night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNhjnjI6xdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/McIxR3i_uTs/s1600/cruise+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNhjnjI6xdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/McIxR3i_uTs/s400/cruise+2010+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537285272950719954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Governor's Mansion ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNhjnLBQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U4lqxznV1bg/s1600/cruise+2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNhjnLBQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U4lqxznV1bg/s400/cruise+2010+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537285266476159330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlantis.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNhjoGZvPuI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Z1-QO9UHGKI/s1600/cruise+2010+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNhjoGZvPuI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Z1-QO9UHGKI/s400/cruise+2010+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537285282416508642" 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/37087500-6513743856957152540?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6513743856957152540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6513743856957152540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6513743856957152540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6513743856957152540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/tease.html' title='Tease'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNhjnjI6xdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/McIxR3i_uTs/s72-c/cruise+2010+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6140916132568223310</id><published>2010-11-05T19:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:33:00.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Cousin Tommy brought Liv a rocking horse when he stopped to visit on his way to Florida. It's a copy of the one I had as a kid. His dad, my Uncle Charlie made both of them. It is now Liv's favorite toy. I can't blame her. I remember loving mine. It was in the kitchen and I would ride it while Mom was making dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd post the video but blogger isn't being cooperative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-6140916132568223310?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6140916132568223310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6140916132568223310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6140916132568223310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6140916132568223310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/rocking-horse.html' title='Rocking Horse'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1677064883031310063</id><published>2010-11-04T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:33:30.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing....</title><content type='html'>I wanted to challenge myself to posting every weekday.  In the past couple of years, that's been the thing to do in November, but I've never been able to do it.  I haven't read about anyone doing it this year, but I'm going to give it a try.  So, this bit of fluff is my post for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1677064883031310063?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1677064883031310063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1677064883031310063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1677064883031310063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1677064883031310063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-got-nothing.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8188314200198912841</id><published>2010-11-03T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:21:06.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>closet time</title><content type='html'>I would like to throw away all the clothes in my closet and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a good dent in my closet in October, I tried on all my clothes and if it didn't fit, it went in the goodwill bag.  12 kitchen bags later, I have a pared down closet.  I however dislike most of the clothes I have left.  I'm going to have to learn to live with it.  Or I can get out my sewing machine and fix it.  It's too bad I don't have any garment fabric that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zalebaby and I have made a budget and we're sticking to it.  I'm happy with that, as we are paying off the debt that we acquired while he was out of work.  So I am just going to have to practice some self restraint and save up for a few pieces of clothing that I am drooling over.  It's not easy.  I have no self restraint......wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-8188314200198912841?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8188314200198912841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8188314200198912841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8188314200198912841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8188314200198912841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/closet-time.html' title='closet time'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6596881438141299357</id><published>2010-11-02T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:44:57.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Day</title><content type='html'>I voted, Did you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the best reason to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNAxqO9-k_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fykbl0Uz_cw/s1600/Sep-Oct+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNAxqO9-k_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fykbl0Uz_cw/s400/Sep-Oct+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534978543680656370" 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/37087500-6596881438141299357?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6596881438141299357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6596881438141299357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6596881438141299357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6596881438141299357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/voting-day.html' title='Voting Day'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TNAxqO9-k_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fykbl0Uz_cw/s72-c/Sep-Oct+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2051807654195810595</id><published>2010-11-01T18:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:28:51.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TM9Y_N9ye7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/1utyfmiandI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534740310165453746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TM9Y_N9ye7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/1utyfmiandI/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TM9Y-0jymeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/r356laOvJzU/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534740303345523170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TM9Y-0jymeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/r356laOvJzU/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TM9XKKOUOMI/AAAAAAAAAes/R0DHanJeJM8/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534738299116337346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TM9XKKOUOMI/AAAAAAAAAes/R0DHanJeJM8/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She spent all night taking the candy out of the treat bowl and putting it in her bag.  When all the candy was in the bag she'd tap the bowl and ask for more.  I dumped the candy back into the bowl and we'd start all over again. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/37087500-2051807654195810595?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2051807654195810595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2051807654195810595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2051807654195810595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2051807654195810595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TM9Y_N9ye7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/1utyfmiandI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1759782556210059992</id><published>2010-10-15T12:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:42:33.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2010/10/this-moment-2.html"&gt;{this     moment}&lt;/a&gt; - A Friday ritual.  A  single photo - no words - capturing a     moment from the week. A  simple,  special, extraordinary moment. A   moment   I want to pause,  savor and  remember. If you're inspired to do   the   same, leave a link at &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2010/10/this-moment-2.html"&gt;Soulemama&lt;/a&gt;  to your  'moment' in the comments for all to   find and   see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TLiQEawiv3I/AAAAAAAAAek/lQIxQtBHj_I/s1600/10-15+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TLiQEawiv3I/AAAAAAAAAek/lQIxQtBHj_I/s400/10-15+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528326948174086002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1759782556210059992?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1759782556210059992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1759782556210059992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1759782556210059992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1759782556210059992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TLiQEawiv3I/AAAAAAAAAek/lQIxQtBHj_I/s72-c/10-15+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8999626931109839166</id><published>2010-10-06T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:04:20.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>end of summer fun.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TKzS5b0Xg9I/AAAAAAAAAec/0iW3b7W5MbI/s1600/Sep-Oct+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TKzS5b0Xg9I/AAAAAAAAAec/0iW3b7W5MbI/s400/Sep-Oct+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525022727038534610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to her first invite from school birthday party.....She did very well and had lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-8999626931109839166?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8999626931109839166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8999626931109839166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8999626931109839166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8999626931109839166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-summer-fun.html' title='end of summer fun.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TKzS5b0Xg9I/AAAAAAAAAec/0iW3b7W5MbI/s72-c/Sep-Oct+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5737252297402268758</id><published>2010-09-13T10:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:28:07.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is filled with Snot Bubbles.</title><content type='html'>Poor baby- A cold with an ear infection, mama chasing her with wet wipes and a nose going raw.  It's no wonder all she wants is to do is cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her first sick doctor's visit.  We didn't see her normal Dr. but another in the center.  I loved Dr. Segal, Liv didn't burst into tears when she walked in and let her examine her without much protest.  Either Liv liked her better or she was just that sick.  Can I say I really want one of those &lt;a href="http://www.drugstore.com/products/prod.asp?pid=75993&amp;amp;catid=27024&amp;amp;fromsrch=exergen+touch+thermometer"&gt;touch thermometers&lt;/a&gt; the nurse had?  a 3 second touch and she was done.  That would be worth $100 to me.  Next payday, I'm getting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days of antibiotics, she's feeling better, there is much less crying and snot bubbles, but there is a reason for no pictures.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5737252297402268758?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5737252297402268758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5737252297402268758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5737252297402268758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5737252297402268758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-is-filled-with-snot-bubbles.html' title='My life is filled with Snot Bubbles.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7788204754069877464</id><published>2010-08-19T10:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:07:21.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow River Game Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLMrh4gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1iNaJHhS6nw/s1600/yellow+river+ranch+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLMrh4gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1iNaJHhS6nw/s400/yellow+river+ranch+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182356540285442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I've been lazy and I didn't post about our day at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.yellowrivergameranch.com/"&gt;Yellow River Game Ranch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  It's about time I remedy that.  Here's a bit from their website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stroll  along a mile-long trail  on 24 wooded acres and encounter over six  hundred highly sociable birds  and animals indigenous to the state of  Georgia. White-tailed deer,  bunnies, buffalo, sheep, kid goats, black  bears and a bevy of new-born  animals are waiting to be fed, admired and  petted on a "nose-to-nose"  basis. We specialize in "people-friendly"  wildlife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  are the place where unreleasable animals go to live.  We had a great  time feeding and petting the deer.  I was surprised by how small the  deer are.  I'm use to the white tail in PA, nearly twice the size of the  deer on the ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xMYTjFFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WZJoBkgWwts/s1600/yellow+river+ranch+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xMYTjFFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WZJoBkgWwts/s400/yellow+river+ranch+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182376840795218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLzsdyyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jmn9wSTbveE/s1600/yellow+river+ranch+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLzsdyyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jmn9wSTbveE/s400/yellow+river+ranch+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182367013194530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLMrh4gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1iNaJHhS6nw/s1600/yellow+river+ranch+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLiZQU6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/olQwPeRlPcc/s1600/yellow+river+ranch+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLiZQU6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/olQwPeRlPcc/s400/yellow+river+ranch+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182362369217442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xK1cL-VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HoL3S8iNpuc/s1600/yellow+river+ranch+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xK1cL-VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HoL3S8iNpuc/s400/yellow+river+ranch+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182350301919570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7788204754069877464?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7788204754069877464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7788204754069877464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7788204754069877464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7788204754069877464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/yellow-river-game-ranch.html' title='Yellow River Game Ranch'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/TG1xLMrh4gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1iNaJHhS6nw/s72-c/yellow+river+ranch+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8880718730821126364</id><published>2010-05-21T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:58:05.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her favorite place</title><content type='html'>For some reason, she loves the dog crate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_bIu_LMUsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M4X2GtNvcek/s1600/5-10-10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_bIu_LMUsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M4X2GtNvcek/s400/5-10-10+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473783106673332930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's been too quiet for too long, I can usually find her there.  I'm waiting for the day I find her sleeping in there.  I love how Lucy is guarding  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_bIvewhlYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Py4egqRoEn0/s1600/5-10-10+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_bIvewhlYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Py4egqRoEn0/s400/5-10-10+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473783115151414658" 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/37087500-8880718730821126364?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8880718730821126364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8880718730821126364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8880718730821126364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8880718730821126364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/05/her-favorite-place.html' title='Her favorite place'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_bIu_LMUsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/M4X2GtNvcek/s72-c/5-10-10+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-249320508911394356</id><published>2010-05-20T10:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:02:58.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day adventure</title><content type='html'>We went to the Renaissance Faire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at the Pennsylvania Ren Faire from the age of 14 until 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I was a major geek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that there are touring groups from when I was working in PA still performing today.  Not that I got to see any of them perform on mother's day....Little Bit was not having anything to do with sitting still, there was too much to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZhLJ62UI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lcB1JBiqAuU/s1600/daddy%27s+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZhLJ62UI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lcB1JBiqAuU/s400/daddy%27s+girl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473379348603656514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZH4ElSSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/f3XSRrsIGxc/s1600/renfaire+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZH4ElSSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/f3XSRrsIGxc/s400/renfaire+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473378913984268578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZHEC9fWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ulknk6fJXPk/s1600/renfaire+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZHEC9fWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ulknk6fJXPk/s400/renfaire+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473378900018822498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZG9pdysI/AAAAAAAAAc4/H8Fv-JVIjNY/s1600/renfaire+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZG9pdysI/AAAAAAAAAc4/H8Fv-JVIjNY/s400/renfaire+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473378898301274818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was kissed by a kissing wench:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZGZ7D8ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HiwEpH-q_Iw/s1600/renfaire+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZGZ7D8ZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HiwEpH-q_Iw/s400/renfaire+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473378888711401874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a busy, busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZF1pLrOI/AAAAAAAAAco/Lo5txIvNyks/s1600/renfaire+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZF1pLrOI/AAAAAAAAAco/Lo5txIvNyks/s400/renfaire+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473378878972734690" 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/37087500-249320508911394356?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/249320508911394356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=249320508911394356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/249320508911394356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/249320508911394356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-adventure.html' title='Mother&apos;s day adventure'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S_VZhLJ62UI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lcB1JBiqAuU/s72-c/daddy%27s+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5018703845736412593</id><published>2010-04-02T11:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:41:34.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liv's first Ice Cream Cone</title><content type='html'>Liv's first Ice Cream Cone......a story in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXMkpDUlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ReIq2MYoKV8/s1600/ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXMkpDUlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ReIq2MYoKV8/s400/ice+cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455573503367664210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXNp7jY0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/QscIVqz2cOA/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXNp7jY0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/QscIVqz2cOA/s400/Myrtle+Beach+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455573521967309634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXN3GqgxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JKURAfxmFUQ/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; 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height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXOf701vI/AAAAAAAAAbo/vOIp_PsT86c/s400/Myrtle+Beach+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455573536463967986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YaTbbNolI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bCoh0SLZ604/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YaTbbNolI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bCoh0SLZ604/s400/Myrtle+Beach+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455576919687668306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YaToGGLBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/XT4aBM2fhOg/s1600/Myrtle+Beach+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YaToGGLBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/XT4aBM2fhOg/s400/Myrtle+Beach+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455576923088759826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXMkpDUlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ReIq2MYoKV8/s1600/ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5018703845736412593?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5018703845736412593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5018703845736412593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5018703845736412593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5018703845736412593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/04/livs-first-ice-cream-cone.html' title='Liv&apos;s first Ice Cream Cone'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S7YXMkpDUlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ReIq2MYoKV8/s72-c/ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6399246848033839026</id><published>2010-02-10T14:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:58:26.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia 1 year old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MJgzf-2xI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dXVq510yqAU/s1600-h/happy+mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MJgzf-2xI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dXVq510yqAU/s400/happy+mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436699634351135506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MH_YRf5wI/AAAAAAAAAag/n0AfzaxCEYc/s1600-h/1st+birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MH_YRf5wI/AAAAAAAAAag/n0AfzaxCEYc/s400/1st+birthday+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436697960595318530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG.  It is so hard to believe that she is a year already.  Last night was the first night that I can remember that I didn't take a bottle upstairs for her morning feeding.  I washed all the bottles last night and will put them away when I get home tonight.  We've had her using a sippy cup for juice and water for the last month or so, so now we're giving her milk in them too.  No more formula either.  We ran out of formula yesterday.  Zalebaby is excited to not buying formula anymore, but I'm sad that my baby is now a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh!!  I want to have the cuddly baby back.  Not that she isn't a lot of fun now, I love to watch her think.  Reading to her is fun, she likes the books that rhyme and she loves to turn the pages.  Liv loves anything musical.  She even sings along with her toys.  Not that she uses real words, but sing she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving Grammy Kisses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MIQVDu7xI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ub-sezqG6jY/s1600-h/1st+birthday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MIQVDu7xI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ub-sezqG6jY/s400/1st+birthday+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698251790053138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Smash cake:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MJO8kqqrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/P4W0Tx5l7Nw/s1600-h/all+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MJO8kqqrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/P4W0Tx5l7Nw/s400/all+done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436699327549057714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randy is responsible for the icing in her hair.  As soon as her hands were good and messy, Randy started asking her "how big are you?", "How big is Liv?" Just so she would put her hands in the air and on her head.  What a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas poor cake, I ate it well!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MIaInfRPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k3cStk2xaTo/s1600-h/alass+poor+cake+I+ate+it+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MIaInfRPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k3cStk2xaTo/s400/alass+poor+cake+I+ate+it+well.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698420249052402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her party was a "smashing" success.  Grammy came down from Pennsylvania on Thursday and stayed until Monday afternoon.  Which meant Zalebaby and I had a date Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely night out.  We went to &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.ecco-atlanta.com/"&gt;ECCO&lt;/a&gt;, a hip restaurant  in downtown/midtown Atlanta where Randy works.  He took the menus from us and ordered the dinner for us.  We started with a meat and cheese plate that had the best aged Gouda I've ever tasted, followed by fried goat cheese, rolled in honey and pepper (drool) and Piquillo peppers stuffed with braised shortrib (I don't like cooked peppers, but this dish was wonderful!) then we shared a salad :Mixed local lettuces with pickled fennel, blood orange and hazelnut.  For the entree, we had Saffron risotto with a meatball and Pork chop schnitzel with fennel, orange and pecorino.   I didn't care for the meatball, but the saffron risotto was to die for.  The Schnitzel is something I'm going to be dreaming about for quite a while.  I need to ask Randy to get the pickled fennel recipe, I want to try to make that dish at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-6399246848033839026?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6399246848033839026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6399246848033839026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6399246848033839026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6399246848033839026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/olivia-1-year-old.html' title='Olivia 1 year old...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/S3MJgzf-2xI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dXVq510yqAU/s72-c/happy+mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2517019196116306332</id><published>2009-12-23T12:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:27:11.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SzJSzaKMzUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mUTWIqhdOSU/s1600-h/Liv+and+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SzJSzaKMzUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mUTWIqhdOSU/s400/Liv+and+Santa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418484344829037890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit with Santa went better than I expected.....but I wish they would have taken the picture while she was looking at  him rather than the camera.  She was enthralled with his beard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2517019196116306332?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2517019196116306332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2517019196116306332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2517019196116306332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2517019196116306332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SzJSzaKMzUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mUTWIqhdOSU/s72-c/Liv+and+Santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7877482070860184854</id><published>2009-12-17T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:04:58.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now she needs Boots.....</title><content type='html'>'cause boots are made for walking........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf0ce9abab39c139" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf0ce9abab39c139%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864249%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF7190508D35F87BB9D61FF6215D69C90479936D.804F1D882BD8DA40450568D0195EADA2C3E9DE56%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf0ce9abab39c139%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm1s3vIKVv1xxh2ypUYgzsk_rGN4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf0ce9abab39c139%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864249%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF7190508D35F87BB9D61FF6215D69C90479936D.804F1D882BD8DA40450568D0195EADA2C3E9DE56%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf0ce9abab39c139%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm1s3vIKVv1xxh2ypUYgzsk_rGN4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, she walks like a drunken sailor, but walk she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This as been a busy month for my little girl.  A lot of first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She took her first long car trip north to see Grammy for thanksgiving, an 11 hour drive (we night drove, that made it so much easier-not that she slept the whole way because she didn't)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She had her first completely real food meal...thanksgiving dinner.  Turkey, sweet potatoes, cauliflower and cinnamon apples.  Big mistake as she is now refusing to eat any baby food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She caught her first cold, thank you Grammy and Ella-bella.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her first tooth started to come in while she was sick, quickly followed by the 2nd tooth.  Poor sleepless baby (and mommy) can't breath and hurting gums.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her first steps happened right after we got back from Pennsylvania,  over the last week, she's progress to her drunken sailor stagger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm so fricken proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7877482070860184854?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7877482070860184854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7877482070860184854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7877482070860184854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7877482070860184854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-she-needs-boots.html' title='Now she needs Boots.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-606139923501074041</id><published>2009-11-11T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:45:20.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SvrNQjCqVEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UAKjQnN_KIc/s1600-h/halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SvrNQjCqVEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UAKjQnN_KIc/s400/halloween+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402856387152335938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zalebaby, thank you for your service to our country.  I'm proud of you.  You are a great father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-606139923501074041?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/606139923501074041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=606139923501074041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/606139923501074041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/606139923501074041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SvrNQjCqVEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UAKjQnN_KIc/s72-c/halloween+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4717082960145907511</id><published>2009-10-21T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:05:35.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Feeding Little Bit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.alice.com/"&gt;Alice.com&lt;/a&gt; is having a Gerber Baby Food &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://blog.alice.com/2009/10/21/giveaway-gerber-baby-food/"&gt;Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;.  Alice.com is a Mother's dream.  They are a non-perishable online grocery store.....With FREE Shipping.  Their prices are about the same as a normal grocery store and it has this awesome instant coupon feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the giveaway, Alice has asked us to blog about the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What’s your best baby mealtime advice or feeding tip? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best tip is keep distractions away during feeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, I know.  At 8 months, Little Bit is far more interested in everything around her than in eating.  The dogs, Daddy, even the ceiling fan is more compelling than Momma and the spoon....unless she gets to hold the spoon, of course.   She's really good at getting the spoon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; into&lt;/span&gt; her mouth, but getting it there with food on it, not so good.  I like to give her a couple of banana puffs to work on while I'm heating up her baby food.  It keeps her busy and works on her fine motor skills.  The puffs are great because they dissolve fast.  She is still toothless, but she is oh-so-eager for real food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a current picture of her eating, so this one a 5 months will have to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/St8ifzMmuZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NiuRfPAXk_8/s1600-h/Peas%21+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/St8ifzMmuZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NiuRfPAXk_8/s400/Peas%21+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395068808327510418" 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/37087500-4717082960145907511?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4717082960145907511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4717082960145907511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4717082960145907511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4717082960145907511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeding-little-bit.html' title='Feeding Little Bit.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/St8ifzMmuZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NiuRfPAXk_8/s72-c/Peas%21+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4198531707716502571</id><published>2009-10-01T14:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:59:56.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Uh Oh, We're in trouble now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It all started with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f36b127dfde681a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df36b127dfde681a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12E7E7D880BB88280C7C60B3EF88A70622D761B7.4AE06DC85990DB2DBBD48972B9D73F9A26E47C8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df36b127dfde681a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D59o9vcmpQPMO8OtheVSWFZfxCP0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df36b127dfde681a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12E7E7D880BB88280C7C60B3EF88A70622D761B7.4AE06DC85990DB2DBBD48972B9D73F9A26E47C8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df36b127dfde681a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D59o9vcmpQPMO8OtheVSWFZfxCP0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bouncy chair. We introduced her to it at the end of August. Liv loves to bounce. She will try to bounce when you are holding her, loves to bounce on mama's squishy belly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Wiggle came next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-148db45a13ae6e8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D148db45a13ae6e8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D678CA721D5FA6FB88E2A3EF2C898984C98C50A52.312CA124A4E4DEDC6208FA1E3EE03559264E27A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D148db45a13ae6e8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db-a5rUvCaiOZkgWW_8ZpFtp9hrQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D148db45a13ae6e8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D678CA721D5FA6FB88E2A3EF2C898984C98C50A52.312CA124A4E4DEDC6208FA1E3EE03559264E27A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D148db45a13ae6e8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db-a5rUvCaiOZkgWW_8ZpFtp9hrQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that wiggle. She still gives me that happy wiggle first thing every morning when I get her up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is where she figured out how to get up on her hands and knees, she's so proud of herself. Rightly so! (September 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79af3137e53fd66b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79af3137e53fd66b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CD1A8208B71865AB27CF46601D3DE0BFD170007.60C187C1B4E2C3A23D0C8DF5BA78B46FDD0A620E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79af3137e53fd66b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D70o3BMuMqP8k6pmlisi_egMzHvI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79af3137e53fd66b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CD1A8208B71865AB27CF46601D3DE0BFD170007.60C187C1B4E2C3A23D0C8DF5BA78B46FDD0A620E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79af3137e53fd66b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D70o3BMuMqP8k6pmlisi_egMzHvI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recorded this Wednesday 23: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2595b6fc6a8e70ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2595b6fc6a8e70ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85A378DC30716CCE928CCAB804D16FFBB8C7B977.5840B59552A02AAC9F8FF4443C873F2CC8DD45B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2595b6fc6a8e70ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgVeKFowDRPCjY7jL-WBhkmscyKM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2595b6fc6a8e70ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85A378DC30716CCE928CCAB804D16FFBB8C7B977.5840B59552A02AAC9F8FF4443C873F2CC8DD45B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2595b6fc6a8e70ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgVeKFowDRPCjY7jL-WBhkmscyKM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had it down pat by the weekend. I spent the whole weekend chasing her around the house. It was so much fun, but, Oh Boy, do I need to baby proof! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zalebaby&lt;/span&gt; sent me this one Monday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-420ac207559aea42" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D420ac207559aea42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D553B283B1BDB7DBB02FB20EDB24DE0E0FE8BB1A7.19FEE973745FBF8CCD81CCAF4DBDDE392F0DEB09%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D420ac207559aea42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0PCt9S9PSWvrAQzpuqEoOx-M3k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D420ac207559aea42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D553B283B1BDB7DBB02FB20EDB24DE0E0FE8BB1A7.19FEE973745FBF8CCD81CCAF4DBDDE392F0DEB09%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D420ac207559aea42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0PCt9S9PSWvrAQzpuqEoOx-M3k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is doing her best to get to a sitting position. It's been so exciting to see her learn and grow. She'll be 8 months on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder how long it will be before she starts walking? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zalebaby&lt;/span&gt; thinks it will be by Halloween. I doubt it, but I'll let him dream. Me, I'm still looking for her first tooth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4198531707716502571?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4198531707716502571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4198531707716502571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4198531707716502571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4198531707716502571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-oh-were-in-trouble-now.html' title='Uh Oh, We&apos;re in trouble now!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2049533665767197160</id><published>2009-08-25T14:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:56:59.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SpRPW2jfpvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_TlQfivgQKc/s1600-h/rip4300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SpRPW2jfpvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_TlQfivgQKc/s400/rip4300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374007509379950322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again.  It's time for Carl's  &lt;em&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/?p=1132"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.eaders I.mbibing P.eril Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;I love being part of it.  I've stretched into a new genre of stories by being part of this group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm going to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SpRP5XJLkBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yOBrqsrTJnw/s1600-h/rip4first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SpRP5XJLkBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yOBrqsrTJnw/s400/rip4first.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008102243504146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peril the Fir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;st:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Read &lt;em&gt;Four&lt;/em&gt; books of any length, from any sub-genre of scary stories that you choose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Challenge is from September 1st to October 31st.  I think I can manage to read 4 vampire/supernatural books by then, baby or no baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My pool of books include:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dead Girls' Dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;by  Rachel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;Caine,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt; (currently on my nightstand) a vampire story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="boldBlackFont2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spectre&lt;/span&gt; by Phaedra Weldon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;, (also on my nightstand) a supernatural story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="boldBlackFont2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strange brew&lt;/span&gt;,  edited by P.N. Elrod.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt; (on my nightstand---ok, so it seems I have been gravitating in this direction lately) Witchy short stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="boldBlackFont2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride and prejudice and zombies &lt;/span&gt;by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;by &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="smallAnchor"&gt;Grahame-Smith, Seth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt; (sigh, also on my nightstand and the one I'm going to read first, as it is due back to the library on the 2nd) Zombie story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="boldBlackFont2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City of bones&lt;/span&gt; by Cassandra Clare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt; (in my library queue) Supernatural/demonology story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="boldBlackFont2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dates from hell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;by &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="smallAnchor"&gt;Harrison, Kim (also in my library queue) Supernatural short stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="smallAnchor"&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing what other people are reading in the challenge, so I can find some new scary books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2049533665767197160?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2049533665767197160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2049533665767197160&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2049533665767197160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2049533665767197160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-iv.html' title='R.I.P. IV'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SpRPW2jfpvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_TlQfivgQKc/s72-c/rip4300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-3077654255848239842</id><published>2009-08-19T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:15:23.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl is stubborn</title><content type='html'>Liv was so funny on Sunday.  She refused to take a nap that morning.  I tried to put her down for her 10 am nap, she screamed like I was poking her with a pin.  She fussed and cried all morning.  I gave up fed her early, at 11:30, She fell asleep as I was trying to feed her the baby food. Watching her nod off, then jerk awake to eat another bite was hysterical.  When she'd truly fallen asleep, I got her out of the high chair, which woke her up and she screamed at me for waking her.  I couldn't do anything but laugh at her as I put her down for her nap.  She even pouted at me and whimpered in her sleep when I laid her down.  too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-3077654255848239842?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3077654255848239842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=3077654255848239842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3077654255848239842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3077654255848239842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-girl-is-stubborn.html' title='My girl is stubborn'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6106698998335865484</id><published>2009-08-11T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:57:29.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3LwsTC4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/2sPZcmrs5U0/s1600-h/8-08-09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3LwsTC4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/2sPZcmrs5U0/s400/8-08-09+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773643479485314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Olivia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you are 6 months old already.  I still find it hard to believe you are ours.  It is so wonderful to have you in our lives.  Mummy and Daddy love you to pieces.  You can roll from you back to your belly.  Most nights you sleep on your belly, Marty McFly style, with your butt in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hold your bottle and feed yourself, mostly.  You've been eating baby food for a month and the only thing you don't seem to like is Peaches. You love sweet potatoes, carrots and heaven help me, peas (you take after your dad that way)  Applesauce gets a thumbs up, bananas are ok.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3LpvbEvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/F6axmG97S6o/s1600-h/Peas%21+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3LpvbEvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/F6axmG97S6o/s400/Peas%21+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773641613546226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can almost sit by yourself.  You tend to lean forward and prop yourself up on your hands, rather than sitting up, you are almost there.  You sleep though the night now, mostly,  and you can put yourself back to sleep.  That is so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took you to your cousin Sascha's 1st birthday party: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3KjYVgtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YvBzGxko94s/s1600-h/8-08-09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3KjYVgtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YvBzGxko94s/s400/8-08-09+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773622726230738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy gave you a pretzel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3K8c5UTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dKnnmZAP0ZI/s1600-h/8-08-09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3K8c5UTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dKnnmZAP0ZI/s400/8-08-09+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773629456240946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what you thought of it:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3LXzwwlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/C-YdekaYU1w/s1600-h/8-08-09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3LXzwwlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/C-YdekaYU1w/s400/8-08-09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773636799906386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait to see what is next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-6106698998335865484?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6106698998335865484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6106698998335865484&amp;isPopup=true' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6106698998335865484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6106698998335865484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SoG3LwsTC4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/2sPZcmrs5U0/s72-c/8-08-09+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1637734302081088796</id><published>2009-07-02T13:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:27:41.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>I missed it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/Skz6xGymlwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1pZuzH0Zu-w/s1600-h/19+weeks+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/Skz6xGymlwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1pZuzH0Zu-w/s400/19+weeks+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353929778580068098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zalebaby just called.  Liv rolled over, all on her own today. Yay Liv!  The only thing that makes me feel better about missing it, is that Zalebaby missed it too. ;-)  He left her on her back on the floor, playing with her gym.  When he came back, she was fussing because she was laying on her belly.  She hates belly time.  Not only had she rolled over, she had wiggled herself around 180 degrees.  It's time to start baby proofing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe she's 5 months old.  Where did the months go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1637734302081088796?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1637734302081088796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1637734302081088796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1637734302081088796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1637734302081088796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-missed-it.html' title='I missed it.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/Skz6xGymlwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1pZuzH0Zu-w/s72-c/19+weeks+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4532654758125765881</id><published>2009-06-22T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:38:41.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Olivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/Sj_ZLq8-joI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ICQ65v9vkio/s1600-h/19+weeks+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/Sj_ZLq8-joI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ICQ65v9vkio/s400/19+weeks+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350233676871274114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Olivia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for finally sleeping from 9:30 until 5:30. (3 nights in a row!)  Mommy really appreciates it. I also love the early morning coos and cuddles we've been having.  Please keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3aef9b92c0148629" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aef9b92c0148629%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C09E754EDBA1D2DF29B27DCBC1C62D614BFE0E6.F3E4EBBF4E0184E2AA0880126BC95D117197388%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aef9b92c0148629%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdYspmIA5Z0ZN_tmW7x36xZ1KdPE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aef9b92c0148629%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C09E754EDBA1D2DF29B27DCBC1C62D614BFE0E6.F3E4EBBF4E0184E2AA0880126BC95D117197388%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aef9b92c0148629%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdYspmIA5Z0ZN_tmW7x36xZ1KdPE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4532654758125765881?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3aef9b92c0148629&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4532654758125765881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4532654758125765881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4532654758125765881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4532654758125765881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-olivia.html' title='Dear Olivia'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/Sj_ZLq8-joI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ICQ65v9vkio/s72-c/19+weeks+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2550663874984367594</id><published>2009-06-12T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:35:00.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Olivia's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I woke up like normal on the morning of the 4th, tired and grumpy. I went to the bathroom and found that I lost my mucus plug. Yes, it was as disgusting as it sound. I pee'd, wiped and went "eww....that must be my mucus plug". I didn't think much of it, as the plug can fall out anytime in the last month, it is just suppose to be an indication that things are getting ready to go. I did have a just-in-case thought, so, since I hadn't packed my hospital bag yet, (hey, I still had 3 1/2 weeks to go) I gathered all the stuff I wanted to take with me that was upstairs and put it in a duffel bag in the closet. The I got ready and went to work. I didn't even wake Zalebaby up to tell him about the mucus plug. At work, someone asked me when my last day was going to be. I told them I was going to work until I went into labor. Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I had been feeling cramp-y and back achy. I never thought I was in labor, nothing was rhythmical, just a general low level cramp/ache at the end/bottom of my uterus. Around 3:00 I decided I was tired, grumpy and achy enough that I was going to go home early. I was getting kinda worried, because I was still oozing jelly-fluid and it had gone from being mostly clear to bloody and it was freaking me out. So, before going home, I thought I'd better call the Dr's office. (Where I work is between home and the Dr.'s office and I didn't want to drive all the way home to turn around and drive back to see the Dr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called the office, my doctor had just left to go to the hospital and the office told me to go and meet her there. I really didn't want to go to the hospital, I truly didn't think I was in labor and I didn't want to be the pregnant lady that cries wolf--especially since I had a scheduled Dr's appointment the next day. The nurse convinced me to go to the hospital anyway, so off I went. I called Zalebaby and gave him a heads up that I was going, but not to worry, it was just for a quick check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in where I was told to on the hospital tour (that I went on the week before). I was checked in and sent to a maternity check-up room. It was freezing in there and deserted. It really creeped me out that there was no-one there. 4 or 5 examining rooms and a big nurse's station, no-one there but me. I waited about 10 minutes in the room they put me in until the midwife nurse showed up. She nicely explained that my office's midwife nurse was in another delivery and my doctor would be by in a little bit. Would I mind if she did an exam? She strapped me up with a fetal heart monitor and a contraction monitor, put my feet in the stirrups and did the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I was 2 cm dilated and having regular contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flabbergasted me. The little cramps that I was feeling were honest-to-goodness labor pains. The little sheet with the jagged lines doesn't lie. Even knowing that, they still didn't feel like what contractions were suppose to feel like. About 1/2 hour later the doctor came by and did an exam. She told me I was 4 cm dilated and that she was going to give me fluids with an IV and see if the contractions stop. If they stop, I can go home, if they don't, she wasn't going to do anything else to stop them, I'm far enough along to have the baby. She left and the midwife came back in with the IV and stabbed me 4 times before getting the vein (!$!@#$@!!). I hadn't been hooked up for more than 10 minutes when my water broke. While I was all alone.....on the phone with my sister. It was the weirdest feeling. I felt it pop, just like it feels when a water balloon pops in your hand....but it was inside of me. I nearly freaked out when it popped--over the sensation, the fact that the fluid was greenish black and knowing that I was going to have a baby soon. Katie freaked out over the phone and told me to call the nurse. After my water broke, I could &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;feel the contractions. I could feel the water pulse out of me in time with the contractions. Shudder. Such an odd feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no sooner hung up the phone on Katie then the midwife came to check on me. I told her my water broke, she looked under the sheet and got still. The scary type of still that nurses do when they don't want you to know there is a problem. (Olivia had been poo-ing in there, she wasn't supposed to be doing that) She told me she was going to get my doctor and left me there, sopping wet and in increasing pain. I'm not sure what was more distressing at the time, being wet or how much the contraction hurt. The contractions went from being irritating to holy shit that hurts as soon a my water broke. They also never seemed to stop. Long painful squeeze that stopped for a second to start all over again. The pain offended me. I was not prepared for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Zalebaby, told him it was time to come to the hospital and what else to put in my hospital bag and what else to bring. I neglected to tell him he could leave most of it in the car until after the baby was born.....when he finally got to me, he looked like we were going on vacation for a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I called Zalebaby, my phone rang and it was Marian, the CFO of the company, calling me to ask where her keys were (on her desk where I told her they were...4 hours ago) I told her I what was going on and she asked if Zalebaby was there, when I told her not yet, she promptly got in the car and came to sit with me. She was so sweet. I had no idea she was coming and she got to me the same time as Zalebaby. Since he hadn't eaten all day, she went and got him a sandwich. By the time she got back, the nurses had moved me to a birthing suite and I was fully dilated and ready to push, we were just waiting on the doctor to come to the room. &lt;/div&gt;Funny thing about that sandwich. Zalebaby and I had been left alone in the birthing room and he decided to eat it. He brings it over to me, a simple ham sub, and the smell of it had me hollering at him to find me a trash can, in which I proceeded to toss my cookies. Over the smell of a ham sub---while I was starving. I wanted something to eat in the worst way. I had lunch at 12 and it was now 8 pm. I was soo hungry. For future reference, birthing tables have a shelf on the side with a kidney shaped bowl, for just such an occasion. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 9:30. I had been pushing for about an hour or so. I had been given an epidural, which didn't work completely. I had two "hot spots" where I could feel the labor pains. They hurt like hell, but at least I knew when to push. When I first started pushing, the Dr did her exam and told me that Olivia was "sunny side up" which meant she was facing outward rather than inward like she was supposed to be. So the nurses had me laying on my side to push, to try to get her to turn over. We tried both sides and she wasn't budging. When the Doctor check me at 9:30, she hadn't changed position and she was getting a severe cone head from all the pushing. The Doctor suggested getting a C-section, she opened her mouth to give me the reasons to do it and I was already saying yes, ok, lets go. I was tired, hungry and hurting, I didn't care what way she was coming out, I just wanted to meet Olivia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor wanted to do a C-section for a couple of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Olivia's poo was a hazard to her lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) She was facing the wrong way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) My hip bones were not opening wide enough to let her pass through in the direction she was facing, causing the big cone head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Didn't want me to push for 4 hours or so before having to do an emergency c-section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) This is just speculation---she didn't want to be in the hospital for another 5 hours (I was her only patient that night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, I happily agreed. The hospital staff got the OR ready and I was wheeled in. I was moved to the operating table and the anaestheologist put my arms in padded blocks so I was in a T position and strapped me down. I needed it because the medicine for the c-section was giving me the shakes. It also made me feel like I had a pillow under my knees. I didn't, but it felt so weird I asked the anaestheologist about it. I could feel them open me up and pulling/tugging on me. Zalebaby, who was sitting by my head, stood up in time to see them pull Olivia out. She immediately starting crying and they whisked her over to the triage cart to vacuum out her lungs and do all the other things they do to newborns. The cart was behind me to my left and I kept craning my head around to try and see her. I wanted to see her in the worst way. Zalebaby was over there, watching her. I was so tired and all I wanted to do was hold her. They brought her to me for a moment while the Doctor and mid-wife were sewing me up, but I couldn't touch her, as I was still strapped down. Then they took her away to do more tests. I fell asleep on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to hold Olivia about 12ish while I was in recovery. She was born at 10:30. It seemed like forever until I got her, but hold her I did and welcomed her to the world with a boob. Not that I had any milk yet, but hold her and love on her I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346178281837986994" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SjFw0nLchLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wgBR93xdFN0/s400/Newborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2550663874984367594?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2550663874984367594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2550663874984367594&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2550663874984367594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2550663874984367594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/04/olivias-birth-story.html' title='Olivia&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SjFw0nLchLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wgBR93xdFN0/s72-c/Newborn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8008825810546991022</id><published>2009-05-18T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:56:40.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures for Christy</title><content type='html'>13 weeks:  Sporting the sunglasses.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337265909101050322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/ShHHEPfFOdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oLryvrcoOyk/s400/13+weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Easter Sunday:  She was the devil child and screamed most of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337265903418616226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/ShHHD6USKaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PR2cjIcLPrw/s400/Easter.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sister Katie came for a visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337265897267722354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/ShHHDjZy-HI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7CVtEVnHir4/s400/olivia+018.jpg" /&gt;Here is a shot of her cephalohematoma, which showed up when she was 8 weeks old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/ShHHDbo7RFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3krWW8VD5iY/s1600-h/bubble+head+9+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337265895183696978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/ShHHDbo7RFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3krWW8VD5iY/s400/bubble+head+9+weeks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Doc's can't tell us why it showed up so late, usually they appear right after birth.  She had blood work done and a CT scan, everything is fine and the fluid will be re-absorbed, which should take about 3 months to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/37087500-8008825810546991022?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8008825810546991022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8008825810546991022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8008825810546991022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8008825810546991022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-for-christy.html' title='Pictures for Christy'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/ShHHEPfFOdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oLryvrcoOyk/s72-c/13+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1871109576227576350</id><published>2009-04-03T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:50:47.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>1st Week Back</title><content type='html'>They say the first week back is the hardest. I hope they are right, because this week has been the worst. I so want to be home with Liv and not at work. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv at 1 week with Aunt Sandra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYSy8xVs0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/JczYo1xmNPM/s1600-h/HPIM9292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYSy8xVs0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/JczYo1xmNPM/s400/HPIM9292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320460676300649282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYSym6Nt0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/1AtQUEXW3bg/s1600-h/HPIM9302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYSym6Nt0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/1AtQUEXW3bg/s400/HPIM9302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320460670432294722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRp132gaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nL_bX7mCPhQ/s1600-h/HPIM9311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRp132gaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nL_bX7mCPhQ/s400/HPIM9311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320459420318466466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRpqfTIAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Uyfjh0pss2I/s1600-h/HPIM9314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRpqfTIAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Uyfjh0pss2I/s400/HPIM9314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320459417262694402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRpYLIkeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uuUFnmb5HWE/s1600-h/HPIM9330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRpYLIkeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uuUFnmb5HWE/s400/HPIM9330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320459412346278370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRo2kxNcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UQvxrswynbA/s1600-h/HPIM9336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRo2kxNcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/UQvxrswynbA/s400/HPIM9336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320459403326993858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRomLXFCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Bx-mo8pVuBA/s1600-h/8+weeks2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYRomLXFCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Bx-mo8pVuBA/s400/8+weeks2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320459398925456418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sooo in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1871109576227576350?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1871109576227576350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1871109576227576350&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1871109576227576350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1871109576227576350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-week-back.html' title='1st Week Back'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SdYSy8xVs0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/JczYo1xmNPM/s72-c/HPIM9292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1633633390307588874</id><published>2009-02-13T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:52:33.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Olivia J  came to see us early, 2/04/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SZXq-3u4paI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JimNSm47bhI/s1600-h/LivSheeley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SZXq-3u4paI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JimNSm47bhI/s400/LivSheeley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302402502132016546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia surprised us by coming a little early.....I'll write up her birth story soon.  Zalebaby took this photo when she was a day old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1633633390307588874?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1633633390307588874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1633633390307588874&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1633633390307588874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1633633390307588874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/02/olivia-j-came-to-see-us-early-20409.html' title='Olivia J  came to see us early, 2/04/09'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SZXq-3u4paI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JimNSm47bhI/s72-c/LivSheeley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1747651653911050431</id><published>2009-01-29T14:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:49:42.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby bumb'/><title type='text'>4 weeks to go!</title><content type='html'>I'm counting down.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHTCQHdTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/83-ieYnYKpA/s1600-h/week+35+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHTCQHdTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/83-ieYnYKpA/s400/week+35+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296804135344502066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 weeks to go and I'm not sure I can stand it.  Not that I'm impatience or anything........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends threw me a lovely baby shower  last Saturday.  a bunch of them went in together and got me the glider and ottoman I wanted.  I was shocked and tickled pink!  Dodie and her man Ewan got my the high chair I wanted.  I'm so over the moon about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHTrKpuxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aOIPoyka698/s1600-h/week+34+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHTrKpuxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aOIPoyka698/s400/week+34+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296804146327436050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The diaper cake was made by Shelby, who helped Lyra express her wild side (for all that she is 20 days old)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHU5qLwQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BLgjo6CbC8U/s1600-h/week+34+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHU5qLwQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BLgjo6CbC8U/s400/week+34+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296804167397654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan got her share of cuddling in......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHT9pIU1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8pHtmSXhCbU/s1600-h/week+34+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHT9pIU1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8pHtmSXhCbU/s400/week+34+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296804151287108434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not that I blame her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Mommy with the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHVA3bB_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/xsc2QKrtx9c/s1600-h/week+34+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHVA3bB_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/xsc2QKrtx9c/s400/week+34+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296804169332230130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chele came and she made the yummiest artichoke dip as well as bringing me the cutiest outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYINCANGZPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pCfobYU3K20/s1600-h/week+34+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYINCANGZPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pCfobYU3K20/s400/week+34+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296810439806969074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sweater didn't come from the shower, one of my blogger friends, &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://maggiegracecreates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie Grace Creates&lt;/a&gt; made it for Olivia, as well as that receiving blanket and a beautiful scarf (that I'm wearing today and didn't make it in the picture...Sorry!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYINCVVK4mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FlHNODsCCa8/s1600-h/week+34+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYINCVVK4mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FlHNODsCCa8/s400/week+34+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296810445477962338" 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/37087500-1747651653911050431?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1747651653911050431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1747651653911050431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1747651653911050431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1747651653911050431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-weeks-to-go.html' title='4 weeks to go!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SYIHTCQHdTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/83-ieYnYKpA/s72-c/week+35+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4874382751977643032</id><published>2009-01-20T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:08:23.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby bumb'/><title type='text'>Week 34--Who needs sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SXXlh4ek4wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hSw0HO_LJ0k/s1600-h/week+34+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SXXlh4ek4wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hSw0HO_LJ0k/s400/week+34+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293389307302961922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Star-Gazer Lilies, my favorite flower.  I kinda like the above picture as I don't look as big as I am.  In the below picture, I'm much more true to size.  My belly measures at 46 inches.  Considering my waist is usually a 29.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SXXlhHK6cuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k3eNQPeE2rk/s1600-h/week+34+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SXXlhHK6cuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k3eNQPeE2rk/s400/week+34+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293389294067151586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm waddling all the time now and I only have one pair of shoes that fit.  Thank you, water retention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't sleep.  I'm starting to dread bedtime.  I doesn't bother me on the weekends when I can just take a nap when I need to, but trying to get enough sleep to function at work, that just makes bedtime suck.  I'm sleepy, but I can't get comfortable in the bed, rolling my big belly over is a big production number and it hurts.  It's an endless cycle, I roll over because the hip I'm laying on hurts, which hurts my belly while rolling over (and wakes the bean) and I lay on the other side until that hip hurts, or I need a drink or I have to go to the bathroom (which usually happens after I roll over and Bean starts kicking) Arrgh!  I am cranky and oh-so-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4_Edo1hB0Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4_Edo1hB0Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4874382751977643032?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4874382751977643032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4874382751977643032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4874382751977643032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4874382751977643032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-34-who-needs-sleep.html' title='Week 34--Who needs sleep?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SXXlh4ek4wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hSw0HO_LJ0k/s72-c/week+34+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8754426724133006980</id><published>2009-01-14T09:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:41:14.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby bumb'/><title type='text'>When my belly button pops out, am I done?</title><content type='html'>Not that it has, but I'm really close to having an outie belly button.  I'm still doing good with stretch marks, that is I don't have any yet.  I do, however, know where I'm going to get them, as I have 4 red dots on the outside of each hip and 1 red dot at the corner of my appendectomy scar.  So, I figure in the next 6 weeks I'll get to see some stretch marks.  Oh Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SW35W1ErG5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/f3AtBsGDorY/s1600-h/week+33+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SW35W1ErG5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/f3AtBsGDorY/s400/week+33+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291159307829320594" 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/37087500-8754426724133006980?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8754426724133006980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8754426724133006980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8754426724133006980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8754426724133006980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-my-belly-button-pops-out-am-i-done.html' title='When my belly button pops out, am I done?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SW35W1ErG5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/f3AtBsGDorY/s72-c/week+33+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5371398684415364533</id><published>2009-01-06T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:18:55.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Week 31 picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SWPIBLpI_YI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Pq1E-ev_jY4/s1600-h/week+31+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288290310093864322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SWPIBLpI_YI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Pq1E-ev_jY4/s400/week+31+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get bigger and bigger every day.  I'm in week 32 now, and the picture above was from last week.  I went to the Dr. yesterday and everything is going well.  I am happy I haven't gained any weight this month.  Total weight gain.....21 lbs so far with 8 weeks to go.   Go Bean, eat the extra fat I've been carrying.  Let me tell you, I have not been starving myself by any means.  I've been appalled by how much I have eaten over the holidays, it just I can't eat a lot at one sitting, so I've been grazing on fruit and chocolate....evidently the small (but many) portions have kicked my metabolism into gear.  (yes, I do work the protein and veggies in, but I crave chocolate and fruit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend A had her baby shortly before 8pm last night.  Those are the only details I have....I haven't heard back from either of them yet.  Her hubby called me at 5:30 to come sit with E until her Uncle got there.  Unfortunately, I was at the wall-mart by my work, so I called Zalebaby and he ran over to watch E.  He pulled up, the hubby (on the porch) hugged E, jumped in the car (A was waiting in the car) and they left.  At 7:57 we got a text picture of Lyra.  I can't wait to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5371398684415364533?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5371398684415364533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5371398684415364533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5371398684415364533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5371398684415364533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-31-picture.html' title='Week 31 picture'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SWPIBLpI_YI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Pq1E-ev_jY4/s72-c/week+31+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2435433736321032623</id><published>2008-12-31T10:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:37:08.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Sleep.....must have sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SVuRGqru0vI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yCGfylFhils/s1600-h/sleep-deprivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285978131372364530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SVuRGqru0vI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yCGfylFhils/s400/sleep-deprivation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I thought that sleep deprivation started &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the baby got here. No such luck on my part. Since Christmas I've been getting 2-4 hours of sleep at a time. It wasn't so bad to deal with while I was off work, but now that I'm back, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go to bed at a reasonable hour, I'm using pillows like the books tell me to, but it's not working. I sleep for a few hours, then my hips ache so bad I have to get up and walk around for a bit, then I can lay down and sleep for a little while.....then I repeat until it's time to get ready for work. I'm not happy about this new development. Falling asleep at my desk is not a good way to promote job security.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285978124585971922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SVuRGRZusNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h7OVnF7LviA/s400/happy+new+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Any how, now that I'm done B!tching, I wanted to wish everyone a Happy New Year! Be safe and have fun. Someone please have too much Champagne for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2435433736321032623?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2435433736321032623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2435433736321032623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2435433736321032623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2435433736321032623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepmust-have-sleep.html' title='Sleep.....must have sleep....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SVuRGqru0vI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yCGfylFhils/s72-c/sleep-deprivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4201220652826783285</id><published>2008-12-22T10:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:52:39.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>That was foolish.....</title><content type='html'>I missed my company party on Saturday. All because I did too much and didn't drink enough. I got up early and finished a sewing job (I had a banana and some chocolate milk) then I delivered the sewing, helped install the new sheers, got a massage, met a girlfriend at a local baby store, went to lunch (at 2:30---that should have raised some warning bells) Lunch was great! Fried pickles, tomato soup and a grilled cheese (I had 1 1/2 glasses of water). Then I ran some more errands, winding up at the Library (about 4:00ish), where after picking up a book off the bottom shelf, I came within a heartbeat of passing out. I'm talking tunnel vision, breaking out in the sweats and sick to my stomach. I had to sit down for 15 minutes before I could collect myself to go home. Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got myself out of the library and made it home (I skipped the rest of my errands) I drank a big glass of water and went to lay down for a while. I was hoping it would stop the queasy cramping feeling in my tummy. I promptly fell asleep and Zalebaby let me sleep until I woke up on my own. Which was 7pm. My work's Christmas party started at 6 and they were serving dinner at 7. So no party for me. Which is a good thing. I know Zalebaby didn't want to go and I felt better after my nap, but I really wasn't up to being out and about again. I didn't leave the house on Sunday. I learned my lesson. I must get more to drink if I'm going to run around like that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4201220652826783285?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4201220652826783285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4201220652826783285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4201220652826783285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4201220652826783285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-was-foolish.html' title='That was foolish.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1909358449263777470</id><published>2008-12-16T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:30:34.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Week 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SUe5jP6UHVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3kLz8lz9rGI/s1600-h/week+28+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280393103332875602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SUe5jP6UHVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3kLz8lz9rGI/s400/week+28+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am in all my after yoga splendor.  Boy am I getting big.  I'm so ready to be done with the pregnancy part.  I'm starting to get awkward and I'm having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stretchy&lt;/span&gt; pains around my belly.  Kinda like cramps but they are very light and take place just under my boobs and slide down the sides of my belly.  They are nowhere near where normal cramps would be.  I'll have to ask the Dr. about it when I see him on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 more Christmas presents to make, then I'm done. Yay.  Not that I've taken pictures of anything I've done so far.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1909358449263777470?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1909358449263777470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1909358449263777470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1909358449263777470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1909358449263777470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-28.html' title='Week 28'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SUe5jP6UHVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3kLz8lz9rGI/s72-c/week+28+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2724789894575595639</id><published>2008-12-12T09:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:17:19.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>November's update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been procrastinating on writing about the latest events in my life. Mostly due to depression and Christmas present rush. Now that I am done with most of the presents that need to be finished by Saturday and I've caught up with my blog role (yes, I'd rather read about everyone else than post my own stuff) I'm going to sit here and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start off in the middle of November. One of my best friends from college flew down from Ohio for a long weekend. She came to see me and to help me organize Bean's room, which is currently the guest bedroom. It was so great to see her, J is a mother of 2 boys that she home schools. I have the utmost respect for her and for all that she and I are the same age, I want to be her when I grow up. I've always thought of her as my "Anne of Green Gables" kindred spirit. She helped me move my bookshelves out of Bean's room and into the formal living room (they actually match the dining room table) where they look great. The she lugged all the baby crap that was in the formal living room upstairs to Bean's room and hid it in the closet that we emptied of all the camping gear and sporting crap (moved to shelves in the garage-Zalebaby wasn't happy about having his golfing stuff in the garage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went shopping. I registered for baby stuff at Target (Target gave me a $20 gift card for registering, thank you Target) She steered me thru the stuff you must have and the stuff that is a waste of money. It was soo much fun and much too short of a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Thanksgiving Holiday, Zalebaby and I went to my Mother's house. We left Wednesday morning after dropping the pooches off with Zalebaby's cousin Chel. Thank you so much for watching them, it made the drive so much easier. The drive up went really well. It took us about 10 hours, even with all the pee-breaks. The ride home was so bad Zalebaby is refusing to go north for the Holidays ever again. It took us 13 hours on Sunday to get back and we even left my Mom's a 4 am. We'll go north for the Holidays again, but we're going to a extra day off of work rather than try to travel on peak days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up to my Uncle Ron's for Thanksgiving day. That's been a family tradition for as long as I can remember. Not that I've made it there for Thanksgiving in years....the last time I made that trip was in 2003 I believe. My sister Jill was preggers with Ty, who is the first grandbaby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the only problem with living in Georgia. Pennsylvania is so far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278993144423784642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SULAS6kaIMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/uXCLdYLwtZA/s400/baby+shower+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ty and Ronald's new baby Sophia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. I got to see the new baby (my cousin Ronald's first) and see how much the other kids have grown since last Christmas, eat more food that I should (Jill made these awesome pumpkin chocolate chip cookies) and visit with everyone. Uncle Ron introduced Dale to Skype (we talked to my sister Katie in Germany) I'd been trying to get him on it since Katie moved to Germany in August, but he couldn't be persuaded to try it. Well, it got him all fired up about it. On black Friday, Mom and I went to Babies-R-Us and we picked out a crib and dresser for Bean and she bought it for me (thanks Mom!) They just called me today and let me know I can pick them up, here in Atlanta. Yay! Now to find a friend with a truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278993146295445634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SULATBipaII/AAAAAAAAAUk/x_1lFdLzs3E/s400/baby+shower+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brady, Mom and Ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we picked out the nursery furniture, mom and I wandered down to Circuit City to see if they still had any of the web cams that were on sale. We lucked out and found the last 1. It was a HD web cam on sale for $9.95. Woot! Mom paid $59.95 for it and got a $50.00 mail-in-rebate. Thanks Mom! I was planing on getting it for myself, but she wouldn't let me, so as soon as we got home, I went on line and submitted the rebate for her, so she should be getting her rebate check any day now. Friday night was spent at Jill's eating Stromboli and playing with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278993153850140082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SULATdr05bI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZBgeyCxnhpo/s400/baby+shower+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mom, Mom's sister-Aunt Gerry and me (Week 26) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278993162634371410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SULAT-aJoVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LcfKNK6tPqE/s400/baby+shower+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On Saturday, I thought I was going to brunch with one of my cousins, it turned out that Mom and Jill threw me a surprise baby shower. I was truly surprised. It was so great to see my aunts and older cousin (and some of the younger ones!) I usually see them and their families Christmas day at our family Church dinner, but its so chaotic and I don't get to spend anytime with them. The shower was great, I got to visit with everyone, play some games (which I lost, badly) and I enjoyed myself to no end. The shower had a great theme. Instead of giving a card with their name on it to identify the gift giver, they were asked to give a favorite children's book and write a note to Bean. I came back with a large stack of fun baby books and a lot of gift cards, since everyone wanted to make sure they didn't over pack my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278993172575167970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SULAUjcOJeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5KCD_H-DEAo/s400/baby+shower+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2724789894575595639?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2724789894575595639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2724789894575595639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2724789894575595639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2724789894575595639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/12/novembers-update.html' title='November&apos;s update'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SULAS6kaIMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/uXCLdYLwtZA/s72-c/baby+shower+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-3297481478801944543</id><published>2008-12-05T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:48:33.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>I'm alive.....</title><content type='html'>Truly I am!  I've been waiting on the hubby to fix some pictures so I can tell you all about our Thanksgiving trip.  So I'll get to that on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News----I past my glucose test on the first try.  No gestational diabetes's for me.  I did get a lecture from the Doc about portion control.....I've put on 21 pounds so far.  Sigh.  I thought I was doing well, I'm at the end of week 27.  Oh well. It is nothing I'm going to stress over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-3297481478801944543?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3297481478801944543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=3297481478801944543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3297481478801944543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3297481478801944543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-911933864529661429</id><published>2008-11-11T13:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:06:54.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>2008 Chomp and Stomp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTpRQCp1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kD22IhlE3ao/s1600-h/Chomp+and+stomp+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267473945145288530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTpRQCp1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kD22IhlE3ao/s400/Chomp+and+stomp+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cabbage Town Chili Festival was huge this year. Lots of chili was consumed, as well as Sweetwater Beer (yes, over the course of the day I consumed 2/3 a glass of beer......you've got to wash all those chili samples down with beer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had fun dancing to the bluegrass music and the must have been 50 different craft vendors. If I would have had any extra money, I would have come home with the best onesies for the bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTo-KvaNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Djl62RRJJzg/s1600-h/Chomp+and+stomp+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267473940022782162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTo-KvaNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Djl62RRJJzg/s400/Chomp+and+stomp+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTor5ZJRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/mX2uE6En_4s/s1600-h/Chomp+and+stomp+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267473935118181650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTor5ZJRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/mX2uE6En_4s/s400/Chomp+and+stomp+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnToBwzXiI/AAAAAAAAATs/CX-qGMe8Vbs/s1600-h/Chomp+and+stomp+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267473923807862306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnToBwzXiI/AAAAAAAAATs/CX-qGMe8Vbs/s400/Chomp+and+stomp+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTnzW-qsI/AAAAAAAAATk/1mQFD8Hka6Y/s1600-h/Chomp+and+stomp+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267473919941454530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTnzW-qsI/AAAAAAAAATk/1mQFD8Hka6Y/s400/Chomp+and+stomp+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zalebaby is in the blue and he is incapable of letting anyone get a nice picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus Pictures: 24 Weeks......Please notice the chili stains around my belly-button.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnVPuKJs2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/hnAEbqR4J-0/s1600-h/Chomp+and+stomp+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267475705251869538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnVPuKJs2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/hnAEbqR4J-0/s400/Chomp+and+stomp+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnVP6e0Z-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/igUdSNmZftE/s1600-h/Chomp+and+stomp+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267475708559779810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnVP6e0Z-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/igUdSNmZftE/s400/Chomp+and+stomp+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shirt was a present from my friend Heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/37087500-911933864529661429?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/911933864529661429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=911933864529661429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/911933864529661429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/911933864529661429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/11/2008-chomp-and-stomp.html' title='2008 Chomp and Stomp'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SRnTpRQCp1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kD22IhlE3ao/s72-c/Chomp+and+stomp+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1973582267233673006</id><published>2008-10-30T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:43:58.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>22 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SQn_q9k2PmI/AAAAAAAAATc/1c-aoDu-0vs/s1600-h/22+weeks+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263018753107836514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SQn_q9k2PmI/AAAAAAAAATc/1c-aoDu-0vs/s400/22+weeks+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Weeks and counting.  I'm getting bigger and bigger.  That blur at the bottom of the picture is Tata, or Mr. Potato Head, Zalebaby is responsible for that name.  Not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1973582267233673006?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1973582267233673006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1973582267233673006&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1973582267233673006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1973582267233673006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/10/22-weeks.html' title='22 weeks'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SQn_q9k2PmI/AAAAAAAAATc/1c-aoDu-0vs/s72-c/22+weeks+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-248632674805617286</id><published>2008-10-21T10:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:33:31.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>GA Apple Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SP4UFDgNRlI/AAAAAAAAATM/E4xgoQVlZ0o/s1600-h/randy+and+Margo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259663491887613522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SP4UFDgNRlI/AAAAAAAAATM/E4xgoQVlZ0o/s400/randy+and+Margo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, Zalebaby, myself and his cousin Chele and her family went to the GA Apple Festival in Ellijay last Saturday. It was about an hour and a half drive to get there. It was a beautiful day for a drive in the mountains.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259663484370912066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SP4UEngFg0I/AAAAAAAAATE/JNp84wfUZt0/s400/Apple+festival+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids had a blast. They climbed the rockwall and jumped on the trampolieens. Neither one was brave enough to ride the mechanical bull. Watching everyone else ride it was a hoot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked around and looked at all the crafts and nibbled on faire food....it being the apple festival, we had apple dumplings with ice cream and apple fritters. I bought a peck of apples and on Sunday I made crock-pot applesause. It was super easy. Peal, slice and core apples, toss them in the crock-pot with 1/4 cup of water, 1/4 cup of sugar and what ever spices you'd like in applesaue. I used cinninman, clove and allspice. Cook on low for 6-8 hours, mash if nessary, taste for sweetness, chill. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259676765951220738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SP4gJtPl3AI/AAAAAAAAATU/gM_foirxZ7M/s400/Apple+festival+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sorry for the blurry picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-248632674805617286?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/248632674805617286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=248632674805617286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/248632674805617286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/248632674805617286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/10/ga-apple-festival.html' title='GA Apple Festival'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SP4UFDgNRlI/AAAAAAAAATM/E4xgoQVlZ0o/s72-c/randy+and+Margo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8109887865140406716</id><published>2008-10-20T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:06:38.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Must learn photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SPyqNbZGHrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ef_GLdsi-YI/s1600-h/21+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259265612529934002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SPyqNbZGHrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ef_GLdsi-YI/s400/21+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am at 21 weeks, 2 days.  I really must learn how to photo shop.....I've never seen that under-arm waddle before.  Bean is moving all the time now and I'm starting to pinch when I reach for something below me while I'm sitting.  I usually feel a movement after I do that, so I'm sure she giving a kick for squishing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zalebaby is being so cute, he's started blowing raspberries on my belly every chance he gets.  Makes me teary-eyed.  He's also starting making plans for her, like teaching her to play golf, so he has a golf partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-8109887865140406716?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8109887865140406716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8109887865140406716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8109887865140406716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8109887865140406716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-learn-photoshop.html' title='Must learn photoshop'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SPyqNbZGHrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ef_GLdsi-YI/s72-c/21+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2500756847860245793</id><published>2008-10-13T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:52:46.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>I got a present this weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SPNxJu8__pI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ijp0v58VhiA/s1600-h/maryann.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256669602108145298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SPNxJu8__pI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ijp0v58VhiA/s400/maryann.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too Cute!  Thank  you so much &lt;a href="http://averymarydesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mary Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Not only did I get these pretty washcloths, I felt the baby move.  It felt like a goldfish bumping on the glass of the bowl looking for food.  weird image, I know, but thats the best way I can describe it. So very weird and exciting. &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/37087500-2500756847860245793?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2500756847860245793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2500756847860245793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2500756847860245793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2500756847860245793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-present-this-weekend.html' title='I got a present this weekend!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SPNxJu8__pI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ijp0v58VhiA/s72-c/maryann.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7102777881792412701</id><published>2008-10-08T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:25:20.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>growing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SO4Ficf7_PI/AAAAAAAAASs/SJCkkCR9zdc/s1600-h/19+weeks+5+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255143904511786226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SO4Ficf7_PI/AAAAAAAAASs/SJCkkCR9zdc/s400/19+weeks+5+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy do I need to clean that mirror!...... but I'm growing, I had to take out my belly ring! I can still wear a few of my normal clothes, but I'm finding maternity wear much more comfortable, even if I have to roll all the waistbands. I've been assured I'll grow into into them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the doc's yesterday and I weighed in at 153lbs.  Last month I was 145.  I need to cut back on the Reese's peanut butter cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7102777881792412701?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7102777881792412701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7102777881792412701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7102777881792412701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7102777881792412701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/10/growing.html' title='growing...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SO4Ficf7_PI/AAAAAAAAASs/SJCkkCR9zdc/s72-c/19+weeks+5+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4204092686231195701</id><published>2008-09-30T12:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:57:36.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SOKBHB3V9PI/AAAAAAAAASk/WYyrkdo33ww/s1600-h/Seaworld+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251902073227048178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SOKBHB3V9PI/AAAAAAAAASk/WYyrkdo33ww/s400/Seaworld+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zalebaby and I went on a little Anniversary/Babymoon Vacation last weekend. We left Thursday and came back Sunday. Not nearly long enough, but I'm saving vacation days for Thanksgiving. I'll be a little too pregnant to travel the 13 hours home for Christmas, so I promised Mom I'd come home for Thanksgiving instead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip to Orlando to go to &lt;a href="http://www.seaworld.com/orlando/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SeaWorld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I really liked the hotel we stayed in. &lt;a href="http://www.intlplazaresort.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The International Plaza Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was very nice for the price, plus I mentioned it was our Anniversary and we were surprised our 2nd night there with a fruit plate and chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251902070828281762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SOKBG47br6I/AAAAAAAAASU/nLnGNqagYv4/s400/Seaworld+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We walked to SeaWorld, about a 10 minute walk and we walked to &lt;a href="http://www.aquaticabyseaworld.com/Site/flash/homepage/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aquatica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is SeaWorld's new water park. That was more of a hike, 15-20 minutes, mostly because you had to walk a long wind-y entrance road, with no sidewalks, which sucked, but how many people stay in hotels that are that close? I think ours was the only one you could do that from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251899446536945202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SOJ-uIrnvjI/AAAAAAAAASM/Dvb_MPu04No/s400/Seaworld+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Don't you want to eat him up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, we did SeaWorld. Neither Zalebaby nor I had been there since we were little, so we were really looking forward to it. It didn't disappoint. I thought SeaWorld would be great to go see, since it isn't about rides (I love roller coasters!) The shows were a lot of fun, but I was dissapointed with the Shamu- I believe show. It was a little cheesey and the animals didn't do much. There was more hoop-la than action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night we went to Universal Studio's Halloween Horror's Opening night. I was exhausted from all the walking durning the day, so I didn't enjoy it nearly as much as Zalebaby did, but it was worth going to. It's too bad I'm preggers, 'cause they had the new Simpson's roller coaster open. Sigh. At lease Zalebaby didn't leave me to go for a spin, although it would have been nice to sit down while he was on it. My hips were killing me from all the walking and standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday at Aquatica was a lot of fun. We slept in and got there around noon. There was only 1 ride I couldn't ride on, which was a stomach down racing ride. Normally, I would have loved that ride, but with Bean it wasn't do-able. My favorite attraction was Roa's Rapids, which is based on the lazy river idea, but with life vest instead of inner tubes and it has a faster current. It was lots of fun to drift around. I really over did it on Friday, so floating around on Saturday was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, we went back to SeaWorld and saw the shows and exhibits we missed on Friday. I loved the dolphin and whale show, it made up for the Shamu show. We also spent almost an hour watching the seals play. Then we walked back to the hotel and drove home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251902070094995394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SOKBG2Mmn8I/AAAAAAAAASc/BX54j5eFG1M/s400/Seaworld+052.jpg" border="0" /&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/37087500-4204092686231195701?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4204092686231195701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4204092686231195701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4204092686231195701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4204092686231195701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation-pictures.html' title='Vacation pictures'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SOKBHB3V9PI/AAAAAAAAASk/WYyrkdo33ww/s72-c/Seaworld+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-3765722504958534644</id><published>2008-09-22T14:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:50:49.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Mom Came to Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mom came to visit on Friday, she flew in around 4:30 and I dropped her off at the airport at 8am Monday morning. It was a quick but lovely visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she came, she checked a bag and brought a carry on. She filled her suitcase with 48lbs of maternity clothes for me from my sisters. She's got more winter clothes waiting for me when I go up to see her for Thanksgiving. She was too funny with the weighing of the suitcase to make sure she didn't go over the 50 lbs limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've settled on what we are going to do for the baby's room while she was here. I've been racking my brains, trying to figure out how to combine my sewing room and the guest room to free up the sewing room for the baby. Mom talked me into putting the baby into the guest room and leaving my sewing room as-is. She assured me that I'll want to have a bed in the room with the baby. Then we went to a daycare consignment sale with my friend A, who is a month ahead of me with her 2nd child. I found a comforter, bumper, diaper hanger and lamp shade that complement the bedspread on the guest bed, for $15. Sold! I have some wonderful fabric that goes with the set to make a dust ruffle for the crib. Here is the set:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249598556261729554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SNpSEsdiRRI/AAAAAAAAASE/Bqyf3q0fV1U/s400/baby+bedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I've also decided to go with a "Once Upon A Time" theme for Bean, leaning more toward Mother Goose than Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-3765722504958534644?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3765722504958534644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=3765722504958534644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3765722504958534644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3765722504958534644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/09/mom-came-to-visit.html' title='Mom Came to Visit'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SNpSEsdiRRI/AAAAAAAAASE/Bqyf3q0fV1U/s72-c/baby+bedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4465258922491902534</id><published>2008-09-18T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:51:26.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>What Year Do You Belong In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in 1954&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/50s.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4465258922491902534?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4465258922491902534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4465258922491902534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4465258922491902534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4465258922491902534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-year-do-you-belong-in.html' title='What Year Do You Belong In?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4740907592902964880</id><published>2008-09-17T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:42:44.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Pink it is!</title><content type='html'>Woot! I'm having a little girl baby.  Now I get to make all kinds of fun girly clothes.  At least while she's small enough to let me dress her.  She'll probably turn out to be a tomboy and never want to wear dresses.  Still, I'm going to have fun while she'll let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shot of Bean at the Dr's was bottom up.  The teck no sooner put the wand on my belly then we got to see she's a girl.  I saw butt cheeks and 2 thighs, the teck said look, it's a girl!  and she highlighted the in-between parts to show us her girly bits.  The exam was the coolest.  We got to see all of her, all the bones, her heart beating-all four chambers of it, her kidneys and stomach.  She even looked at the wand, which made her look like an alien.  It was the neatest thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4740907592902964880?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4740907592902964880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4740907592902964880&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4740907592902964880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4740907592902964880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-it-is.html' title='Pink it is!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4066573462200212830</id><published>2008-09-16T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:19:25.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Pink or Blue?</title><content type='html'>I've got my 2nd trimester genetic screening today....which means they will do another sonogram.  The doc told me at the last appointment that we'll be able to see the gender, if the bean cooperates.  I'm so fricken excited.  I hope Bean will pose for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4066573462200212830?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4066573462200212830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4066573462200212830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4066573462200212830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4066573462200212830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-or-blue.html' title='Pink or Blue?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-9181168810621300978</id><published>2008-09-04T08:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:08:21.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Book review:Breaking Dawn (Twilight Series, Book 4)</title><content type='html'>Breaking Dawn (Twilight Series, Book 4) by Stephenie Meyer.  Since I have trouble with these reviews, I thought I'd steal a page from &lt;a href="http://estellasrevenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tripping Toward Lucidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s book and review the story by answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What led you to pick up this book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I picked up this book because it is part 4 in a series where I enjoyed the first 3. I enjoyed this book and eagerly waited until it was my turn to read.  When I signed up for it at the library, I was 365th on the wait list for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Summarize the plot but don't give away the ending.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For me, this book wraps up the other 3 books.  Bella's journey to conquer her fears and grow into herself and to gain her happy ever after.  It had a couple of twist and turns that I didn't anticipate.  Overall, it think it was far less intense then the others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What did you like most about the book?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That the ending conflict was settled without a big brawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Share a favorite scene from the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I loved the description of the cottage that was built for Bella and Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-9181168810621300978?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/9181168810621300978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=9181168810621300978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/9181168810621300978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/9181168810621300978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-reviewbreaking-dawn-twilight.html' title='Book review:Breaking Dawn (Twilight Series, Book 4)'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-3010978105103689024</id><published>2008-08-28T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:11:40.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>bump-de-bump</title><content type='html'>Something happened between Monday and Tuesday night...........I got a bump!  The picture is a little exaggerated, I'm twisted a little bit to get the picture, but I no longer look like I have a beer belly.  Yay!  --Please ignore my droopy pants, my butt isn't deformed that way ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239569975476945666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SLaxIdwbAwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kTfP2-Gojoc/s400/bump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-3010978105103689024?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3010978105103689024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=3010978105103689024&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3010978105103689024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3010978105103689024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/08/bump-de-bump.html' title='bump-de-bump'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SLaxIdwbAwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kTfP2-Gojoc/s72-c/bump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7517048417588711310</id><published>2008-08-26T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:57:23.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. III is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SLRmTyCLoJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5DMGSYDgHjw/s1600-h/ripthree400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238924756573200530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SLRmTyCLoJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5DMGSYDgHjw/s400/ripthree400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;It's that time again. Carl at &lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stainless Steel Droppings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has issued his fall Challenge and I &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; am taking him up on his offer. I just love to torure myself. It's not the scarey stories, which I like to read in the fall, its writing the reviews. But, to grow we must be challenged, so write them I will.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238925326952203714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SLRm0-3IhcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K8EChjF2r3o/s400/ripperilone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is: Read Four books of any length, from any subgenre of scary stories that you choose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Gothic/Horror/Suspense genre isn't something I normally read, although I do like the ghosty fansty/sci-fi.  So I've been looking at the other blogger's lists and I've come up with a list of my own.  The first two Carl pointed out and they intrigued me.  I love the title of the 2nd one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ghost In Love by Jonathan Carroll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Underground by Kat Richardson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tenth Gift by Jane Johnson-- not sure if this one fits in the genre, but it looks good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch the Dark by Karen Chance &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glass Houses - Rachel Caine &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what ever else I find.  One of the best things about the challenge is all the new books the other blogger's bring to my attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7517048417588711310?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7517048417588711310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7517048417588711310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7517048417588711310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7517048417588711310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/08/rip-iii-is-here.html' title='R.I.P. III is here!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SLRmTyCLoJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5DMGSYDgHjw/s72-c/ripthree400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4702248709245677319</id><published>2008-08-20T13:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:42:53.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Little Bean's Screen Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77087750dfe105be" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77087750dfe105be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D768ECD02FB6718EC193C1660F59EA6261F47FD22.7B14B35B760E47B1543D3DD2EB9059395EADB55C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77087750dfe105be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeIsrKcCAXeztfLZnEi3Fu0j6YjE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77087750dfe105be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329864250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D768ECD02FB6718EC193C1660F59EA6261F47FD22.7B14B35B760E47B1543D3DD2EB9059395EADB55C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77087750dfe105be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeIsrKcCAXeztfLZnEi3Fu0j6YjE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;! I went for my first trimester screen today and I made this video for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zalebaby&lt;/span&gt; since he couldn't make it to the appointment with me. Don't listen to me babble please, I was just chitchatting with the Dr. while he was checking out the little bean. Overall, everything looks good, which makes me very happy. I go back on September 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; trimester screening and I'll find out Bean's gender then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4702248709245677319?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=77087750dfe105be&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4702248709245677319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4702248709245677319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4702248709245677319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4702248709245677319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-beans-screen-debut.html' title='Little Bean&apos;s Screen Debut'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7171575636314091683</id><published>2008-08-15T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:22:26.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whine'/><title type='text'>Let Me Out!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm dying.  It's 2:15 and I'm stuck here until 5.  Somebody shoot me and put me out of my misery.  I'm the only one in my department today.  The only window I can see leads to the hallway not outside and it's cold in here.  I've done all my work and am just waiting on the phone to ring, just so I can take a message for the salesmen who are not here.  If I had nail polish, I'd be doing my nails just to complete the bad secretary image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet no-one would notice if I sneaked out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7171575636314091683?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7171575636314091683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7171575636314091683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7171575636314091683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7171575636314091683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-out.html' title='Let Me Out!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4535305564243617101</id><published>2008-08-14T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:58:28.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>I've got nothing</title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to say, but when are my ta-ta's going to stop growing?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have something funny happen to me last week, but I wanted to wait until I had a picture to post with the story, but the picture thing doesn't seem to be happening yet, so I'll just tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Kroger after work and a guy asked me how many months am I.  If it wasn't for his very pregnant wife standing beside of him, I would have clocked him.  As it was, I gave him a completely shocked look.  After all, I was barely 11 weeks!  Now I &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;wearing a bias cut dress that outlined my belly, but when I looked in the mirror that morning I didn't think I looked preggers, just a little chunky.  Needless to say, I've retired that dress until after baby.  Not that I mind the idea of looking pregnant, but it was &lt;em&gt;soo &lt;/em&gt;weird to have him ask me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zalebaby, sweet as he is, insists I look preggers, not fat.  He gets a gold star for that. Now, if he'd only do the dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4535305564243617101?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4535305564243617101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4535305564243617101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4535305564243617101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4535305564243617101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-nothing.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4642955668733974316</id><published>2008-07-23T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:58:05.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Cloth or disposable dipers?</title><content type='html'>I've been pondering the question.  Zalebaby is all for disposable, but I'm looking a my pocketbook.....it just so happens that &lt;a href="http://babycheapskate.blogspot.com/2008/07/giveaway-12-bumgenius-30-diapers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Baby Cheepskate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is having a give away of 12 bumGenius 3.0 One Size cloth diapers to one lucky reader.  I can't say no to that! So I've got my fingers crossed.  Has anyone used these?  Can I get some recommendations?  Me being clueless and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4642955668733974316?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4642955668733974316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4642955668733974316&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4642955668733974316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4642955668733974316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/07/cloth-or-disposable-dipers.html' title='Cloth or disposable dipers?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2695891821289289520</id><published>2008-07-21T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:44.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Little Bean's first picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225466605493329074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SISWMSYYnLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mstCjibwp0k/s400/little+bean%27s+1st+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the 2 little +'s on the picture?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;In between&lt;/span&gt; them is my Little Bean! The bean's measurements indicated it was 8 weeks and 2 days on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, which makes it's due date Feb 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, one day off of what the original due date calculations said.  The Doc said that everything looks good and I got to see Little Bean's heartbeat, it was going a mile a minute.  So neat to see.  I do have a large cyst on my right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ovary&lt;/span&gt;, but the Doc wasn't too worried about it.  He said we'll just keep an eye on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2695891821289289520?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2695891821289289520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2695891821289289520&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2695891821289289520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2695891821289289520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-beans-first-picture.html' title='Little Bean&apos;s first picture'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SISWMSYYnLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mstCjibwp0k/s72-c/little+bean%27s+1st+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-155316177521328148</id><published>2008-07-18T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:21:48.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Dr. Horrible! OMG!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm a dork. I've come to terms with that. Please allow me to share it with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drhorrible.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drhorrible.com/images/banners/big_square.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only going to be available until Sunday so, watch while the watching is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love me some Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion (drool, slopper).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-155316177521328148?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/155316177521328148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=155316177521328148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/155316177521328148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/155316177521328148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-horrible-omg.html' title='Dr. Horrible! OMG!!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8669102680246517355</id><published>2008-07-16T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:14:22.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot! A Contest/Give-A-Way!</title><content type='html'>Dana over at &lt;a href="http://oldredbarnco.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Old Red Barn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is having a Contest/Give-A-Way of a beautiful Quilt made from the Ginger Blossom fabric collection.  I'm drooling in the worst way.  Not only does she make wonderful soaps and sugar scrubs, but her quilt is stunning!  Go check her and her quilt out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-8669102680246517355?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8669102680246517355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8669102680246517355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8669102680246517355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8669102680246517355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/07/woot-contestgive-way.html' title='Woot! A Contest/Give-A-Way!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-9064264022361010388</id><published>2008-07-16T08:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:44.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Vickery's Bar &amp; Grill at Glennwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My birthday dinner was at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.vickerysbarandgrill.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Vickery's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I made a point to remember the name last night) It's amazing what you can remember when you aren't drinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vickery's is a lovely little neighborhood restaurant and dinner was yummy, what I could eat of it. Meat is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not agreeing with me right now. One bite of the fried chicken and I was done. Shudder. The mac and cheese on the other hand, was fricken to die for. Crunchy on top, soft and gooey underneath. Yum. I want more.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished up my evening with a trip to see my favorite 1 year old (and his parents of course!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to sit and have a quiet evening with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to wish a Happy Birthday to my Zalebaby,  the best MaGoo a girl can have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223607527248747954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SH37XsO33bI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AgWt68cKeeQ/s400/amy%27s+birthday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-9064264022361010388?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/9064264022361010388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=9064264022361010388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/9064264022361010388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/9064264022361010388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/07/vickerys-bar-grill-at-glennwood.html' title='Vickery&apos;s Bar &amp; Grill at Glennwood'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SH37XsO33bI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AgWt68cKeeQ/s72-c/amy%27s+birthday+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8198128666799345983</id><published>2008-07-15T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:50:40.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Snap, crackle and pop!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today and I am so looking forward to dinner with Zalebaby.  We're not going anywhere special, just to a restaurant that a friend manages....which is not to put down the restaurant, food's great---I can never remember the name of it.  We always call it Little David's restaurant ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bean was misbehaving something fierce this morning, but has settled down now and I'm interested in food.  The eating thing is driving me crazy, I've actually lost weight.  I'm eating all the time, but it's not sticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st Doctor's appointment is Thursday.  I'm excited! I can't wait to see the little bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-8198128666799345983?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8198128666799345983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8198128666799345983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8198128666799345983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8198128666799345983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/07/snap-crackle-and-pop.html' title='Snap, crackle and pop!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4604337051346713099</id><published>2008-07-02T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:48:05.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To beat the queasiness....</title><content type='html'>Morning Sickness is a misnomer.  It's not just mornings!  My body is substituting nausea for hunger pangs.  I don't get hungry anymore, I go straight to queasy.  What fun!  I've learned that if I eat a special K bar before I get out of bed, I don't get queasy before I'm out of the shower and ready to go downstairs.  Then I eat yogurt before I leave for work.  When I get to work, I make a pack of instant oatmeal and then I'm OK until 11, when I have another special K bar.  Then Lunch at 12, fruit around 2:30 and one more special K bar at 4-4:30 to tide me over until I get home, where I'll have a snack of some sort before I make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, I'm going to be a blimp, long before the little bean gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find a way to have a nap around 2pm.  Drat that work thing.  I wish it wasn't necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4604337051346713099?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4604337051346713099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4604337051346713099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4604337051346713099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4604337051346713099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-beat-queasiness.html' title='To beat the queasiness....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8201340728240776537</id><published>2008-06-26T09:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:13:56.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Details.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cakerwakers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wanted details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want an update! How are you feeling? Have you told anyone in your real life? How did you tell your hubby? Details. I want details!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zalebaby&lt;/span&gt; I was pregnant on Wednesday, the day I was my period was due. Not that he believed me, but I was pretty sure. The wait from Wednesday to Saturday was a killer. Every time I went to the bathroom I expected/was afraid to see that I started bleeding. I never did. I was taking care of a friends animals while she was out of town and on Saturday morning, on the way back from letting the dog out, I stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; and got a pregnancy test. (why do they sell them 2 to a box?--Now I have an extra one laying around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zalebaby&lt;/span&gt; insisted on reading me the instructions. I had to pee so bad it hurt.....I ignored him and peed on the stick while he was trying to read the instructions. I put the cap back on the stick and laid it down on the bathroom counter to wait the 3 minutes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zalebaby&lt;/span&gt; couldn't wait that long and went in and picked it up as soon as I came out of the bathroom. He was so cute. He picked it up and said "congratulations Mommy". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;. I responded with "thank you, Daddy. See? I told you so!" He'd been teasing me, giving me grief about not being late, I just miss counted days..... He called his dad a few minutes later, to tell him I'm "probably" pregnant. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother and told her I had bad news. That I wouldn't be able to come home for Christmas this year. My Mother, the drama queen, gave me a hostile "why?". I giggled and told her I would be about 8 months pregnant...she got all excited, then said "you can still drive home for Christmas" Sigh. I don't think I want to do a 13 hour car ride that pregnant. It would probably take 14 hours with all the potty breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told some of my friends about being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday at a little pool party when they wanted to know why I wasn't drinking with them. I called my sisters on Sunday and told them the news, they were excited for me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hockeywife&lt;/span&gt; is disappointed that she won't be able to meet the baby until the summer, as she will be in Germany until April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little queasy.  Isn't 5 weeks a little early for this?  I get queasy before I eat and after I eat.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; while I'm eating and then I'm fine about 1/2 hour after I stop eating the queasy goes away.  It just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving naps.  Going to bed early doesn't help, I just wake up earlier and stare at the celling.  I just want a ten minute nap here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;.'s appointment, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;obgyn&lt;/span&gt; doesn't want to see me until week 8, so I'll see them 7/17, 2 days after my 36 birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, you wanted details..... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-8201340728240776537?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8201340728240776537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8201340728240776537&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8201340728240776537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8201340728240776537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/06/details.html' title='Details.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2263266907114405247</id><published>2008-06-23T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:45.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preggers'/><title type='text'>The wait is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SF-pDKQLZiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O7Cwo3LzGNs/s1600-h/positive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SF-pDKQLZiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O7Cwo3LzGNs/s400/positive.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215072765275235874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WHAT!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2263266907114405247?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2263266907114405247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2263266907114405247&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2263266907114405247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2263266907114405247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/06/wait-is-over.html' title='The wait is over...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SF-pDKQLZiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O7Cwo3LzGNs/s72-c/positive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4635385584715393269</id><published>2008-06-18T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:23:00.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>waiting is so hard</title><content type='html'>I hate this time of the month. The waiting. To bleed or not to bleed, and how do I feel about either option. I'm "due" today and this is the first time since I've gone off birth control that I haven't started early. I'm working really hard, not to get excited. Trying not to jinks myself. I feel like writing this is a jinks too, but I would rather babble it here, to the blogsphere, then to get excited to my hubby and friends and be wrong. I'm giving myself until until Sunday before trying to pee on the stick. I'd really hate to get a false negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been six months of trying...as much as I enjoy the trying part....I'm getting worried.  sigh.  I'd like to be preggers before my 36th b-day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4635385584715393269?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4635385584715393269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4635385584715393269&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4635385584715393269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4635385584715393269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-is-so-hard.html' title='waiting is so hard'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1864492744109133368</id><published>2008-06-12T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:09:41.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thechocolateoracle/chocolate.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sophisticated, modern, and high class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste is refined, but you are not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often the first to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotionally expressive and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're effected by everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends appreciate your open heart, but they are afraid of hurting your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be in love. You crave romance, whether you're single or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel lost when you don't feel passion... you need someone to adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thechocolateoracle/"&gt;The Chocolate Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1864492744109133368?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1864492744109133368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1864492744109133368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1864492744109133368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1864492744109133368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-your-taste-in-chocolate-says-about.html' title='What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-3708517690472622495</id><published>2008-06-10T11:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:16:25.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Midsummer Night's Dream review...sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pdwhite.com/images/Midsummer_s_Night_Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pdwhite.com/images/Midsummer_s_Night_Dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last part of my Once Upon A Time Challenge is to read Midsummer Night's Dream.  Midsummer Night's Dream is my hands down favorite Shakespeare play. I've seen it performed at least 20 time if I've seen it once. Sometimes it's good, other times it is horrible. One of the things that makes the difference is whether or not the actors understand what they are saying. Don't laugh. You'd be amazed at how many times I've seen the play where it was obvious that the actor didn't get the meaning, the sense of the lines. So I thought I'd share my favorite monologue with you.....and what I think the meaning is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="speech49"&gt;HELENA&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.230"&gt;How happy some o'er other some can be!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.231"&gt;Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.232"&gt;But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.233"&gt;He will not know what all but he do know:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.234"&gt;And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.235"&gt;So I, admiring of his qualities:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.236"&gt;Things base and vile, folding no quantity,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.237"&gt;Love can transpose to form and dignity:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.238"&gt;Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.239"&gt;And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.240"&gt;Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.241"&gt;Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.242"&gt;And therefore is Love said to be a child,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.243"&gt;Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.244"&gt;As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.245"&gt;So the boy Love is perjured every where:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.246"&gt;For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.247"&gt;He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.248"&gt;And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.249"&gt;So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.250"&gt;I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.251"&gt;Then to the wood will he to-morrow night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.252"&gt;Pursue her; and for this intelligence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.253"&gt;If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.254"&gt;But herein mean I to enrich my pain,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="1.1.255"&gt;To have his sight thither and back again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Paraphrase, nay to sum up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy for Hermia, but I'm pretty too! Why won't Demetrius see that anymore? He use to love me, now he loves Hermia! I love him, all his faults are charming to me. He is acting like a child, making promises then denying them. I will tell him of Hermia's plan, even though I am betraying my best friend, just to try to get him to see me again, hopefully to love me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To me, that is what Helena is trying to say. This monologue was one of my favorite audition pieces. Even if Helena is a whiny little pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-3708517690472622495?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3708517690472622495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=3708517690472622495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3708517690472622495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3708517690472622495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/06/midsummer-nights-dream-reviewsort-of.html' title='Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream review...sort of.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8617920638749930081</id><published>2008-06-06T08:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:24:32.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Legend by David Lynn Golemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eventgroupfiles.com/images/legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.eventgroupfiles.com/images/legend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Wikipedia--The word mythology refers to a body of &lt;a title="Folklore" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;folklore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Myth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myth"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;myths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Legend" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legend"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;legends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; that a particular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Culture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; believes to be true and that use the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Supernatural" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernatural"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to interpret natural events and to explain the nature of the universe and humanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for my Mythology section of the &lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/"&gt;Once Upon a Time II Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, I went with Legend by David Lynn Golemon. It is not classified as a Fantasy or Sci-Fi book, but as a thriller. It is about the search for El Dorado. It's kinda a modern Indian Jones story.  There is global power conflicts, scientific backstabbing and secrets, kept for centuries.  The mythology of the story is in the myth of El Dorado and the Aztecs who built it.  It was a good read, but I wanted to read more about the clever way the Aztecs protected their treasure, rather than the modern politics around finding it.  I probably won't pick up any more books by Golemon, his style is heavy on the mechanics of weapons and fighting.  While I love a good fight scene, I'm not really interested in all the bells and whistles of tanks and guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-8617920638749930081?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8617920638749930081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8617920638749930081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8617920638749930081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8617920638749930081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-review-legend-by-david-lynn.html' title='Book Review: Legend by David Lynn Golemon'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6439760706804115545</id><published>2008-06-04T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:31:17.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Goose Girl by Shannon Hale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sffaudio.com/images06/FCATheGooseGirl500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sffaudio.com/images06/FCATheGooseGirl500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goose Girl by Shannon Hale was a fun quick read, a re-telling of the classic fairytale. I loved the way that Shannon Hale fleshed out the story, providing the Goose Girl's background as well as adding the more psychic than magic powers to the story. I also enjoyed Isa's personal growth journey, her learning to trust herself and stand on her own two feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-6439760706804115545?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6439760706804115545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6439760706804115545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6439760706804115545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6439760706804115545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-review-goose-girl-by-shannon-hale.html' title='Book Review: Goose Girl by Shannon Hale'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5768956295379886551</id><published>2008-05-30T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:45.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>My Google Reader is overflowing with entries....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi Everyone! Sorry for the long absence. I went on vacation. Zalebaby and I decided to stay at home and be tourist in Atlanta. With the cost of gas, it was much cheaper to stay at home (no hotel bill, no boarding the dogs bill) and do day trips around Georgia. I did insist it be a true vacation and refused to cook all week. Ya me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on vacation from May 17th to May 26. When I picked the week, I picked it because of a day Atlanta Braves' game. Zalebaby wanted to go to a business man's game, as he has never done that. I had no idea that Monday was Memorial Day. I so loved the bonus day off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you more about vacation when Zalebaby gives me the pictures (he's a photoshop god) but here is the only one that came out good with my stupid camera (no, it's not stupid me, I made ZB take pictures with my camera as well as his to prove that there was something wrong with mine!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206214663084289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SEAwpwGRr6I/AAAAAAAAAME/2HwT_0trm5s/s400/World+of+coke+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the New World of Coke.  It was much better than the old World of Coke.  We wouldn't have even gone to WOC if it wasn't for the &lt;a href="http://www.citypass.com/city/atlanta.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CityPass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that we bought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5768956295379886551?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5768956295379886551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5768956295379886551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5768956295379886551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5768956295379886551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-google-reader-is-overflowing-with.html' title='My Google Reader is overflowing with entries....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SEAwpwGRr6I/AAAAAAAAAME/2HwT_0trm5s/s72-c/World+of+coke+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7345521992083510812</id><published>2008-05-16T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:46.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Before and after</title><content type='html'>Before you sits 80% of my book collection: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200997208400636914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SC2nZ6yEq_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ivLltZJ_5CI/s400/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I only thought about taking a picture after I removed the books from the folding bookshelves I've used since college.  We're re-doing the guest bedroom, since the bed has been sitting on the floor since we've moved here.  We rent, so please ignore the blue sky wallpaper, it came with the house.....but look! Brand new, grown up bookshelves!  Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; and my stimulus check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200997951429979138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SC2oFKyErAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7A-poUxLqMk/s400/bookshelves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when we actually buy a house, I'm going to need to add another bookcase or 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7345521992083510812?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7345521992083510812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7345521992083510812&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7345521992083510812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7345521992083510812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-and-after.html' title='Before and after'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/SC2nZ6yEq_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ivLltZJ_5CI/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7269796533219297487</id><published>2008-05-08T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:28:48.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Yummy!  Spicy Banana Cookies!</title><content type='html'>Zalebaby and I have been eating bananas like they are going out of style, 'cause they  help with his heartburn, but after a while, it gets old.  Like the bananas that turned soft and brown hanging on the holder.  So I decided to try out the &lt;a href="http://stickygooeycreamychewy.googlepages.com/spicybananacookies"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spicy Banana Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recipe I found a couple of weeks ago at &lt;a href="http://stickygooeycreamychewy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sticky, gooey, creamy, chewy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  Drool. Yum.  They were really easy to make and the only thing I did different from the recipe is I added extra chocolate chips and left out the nuts.   I hate to say it, but I didn't get any pictures.  I took them to a dinner party and they were gone in no time flat.   I'm hoping that Zalebaby leaves a few more bananas to get over-ripe so I can make some more cookies......I bought an extra large bunch of bananas at the store to help to make the cookies happen.....there is nothing wrong with hedging your bets, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7269796533219297487?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7269796533219297487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7269796533219297487&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7269796533219297487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7269796533219297487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/05/yummy-spicy-banana-cookies.html' title='Yummy!  Spicy Banana Cookies!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-261392443016875991</id><published>2008-05-05T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:23:21.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Magic Bites/Magic Burns.......Review</title><content type='html'>I love reading, I hate writing.....which is why I keep doing these bloody Challenge.  The challenge for me is to actually write the Review.  So today, I'm going to review 2 books by the same author, Ilona Andrews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Magic-Bites-Kate-Daniels-Book/dp/0441014895"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Magic Bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Magic-Burns-Kate-Daniels-Book/dp/0441015832/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_b"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Magic Burns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;are  Urban Fantasy books that are set in a world where Magic and Technology work, but not at the same time.  It's kinda like Magic and Tech are battling it out over who's rules the world is going to follow, Einstein's or Merlin's.   This world also includes Were-animals and Vampires.  With the Vampires, there is a twist.  The Vampires are not your run of the mill, blood-drinking Hunky Bad Guys, vampires are more-or-less mindless creatures who are controlled by "The People".  Which are, I think, humans who have an extra mind skill, who can control the by putting their consciousness in vampire's mind which allows the "rider" to control the vampire's body.   The stories take place in Atlanta (which is where I live) and is one of the reason's I picked up the first book, Magic Bites.  In Magic Bites, we are introduced to Kate Daniels, who is a mercenary that deals with paranormal problems.  She is strong woman with a bad attitude and a secret.  You gotta to love that, I know I do.  She is blindsided by the murder of her Guardian and hunts down his killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Magic Burns, Kate's got a new problem.  How to save Atlanta (and the world) from  Celtic Ghouls bent on killing all of human kind.  In this book, Kate is even more of a bad ass then the in the first book, plus she has more depths as a person, we get to see her reason things out and we get a little closer to finding out her secret....well, we do find out her secret, but we still don't know what it means or why she is in this jam....And! There is a tease of a romance starting.  I'm so loving that part.  I'm dying for the two of them to get together.  I find the way the tension is building up to be very sexy.  It's going to be  hard to wait until next year for part 3.  I'm not known for my patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-261392443016875991?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/261392443016875991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=261392443016875991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/261392443016875991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/261392443016875991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/05/magic-bitesmagic-burnsreview.html' title='Magic Bites/Magic Burns.......Review'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5658637109491892947</id><published>2008-05-01T09:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:35:05.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>May Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.classicalvalues.com/Maypole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.classicalvalues.com/Maypole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy May Day! Flowers for everyone and it's time to dance the maypole! Did you wash your face in the dew this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lawyernursery.com/images_static/MayDayTree%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May Day has been a traditional day of festivities throughout the centuries. It is most associated with towns and villages celebrating springtime &lt;a title="Fertility" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fertility"&gt;fertility&lt;/a&gt; and revelry with village fetes and community gatherings. Perhaps the most significant of the traditions is the &lt;a title="Maypole" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maypole"&gt;Maypole&lt;/a&gt;, around which traditional dancers circle with ribbons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to dance the maypole. I use to do it everyday when I worked at the PA Renaissance Faire. It was one of my "duties". Rough job, right?..... You know what? I don't think I've ever dance the maypole on May Day. heh. &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/37087500-5658637109491892947?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5658637109491892947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5658637109491892947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5658637109491892947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5658637109491892947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1684663585912691046</id><published>2008-04-21T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:45:18.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>If you are a geek and you know it, clap your hands!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm a geek, I know it.  Here's the proof.  I spent the past week re-reading the first 5 books in a series so that I could read the new (to me) number 6.  I will do this for almost every series.  It's a sickness I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zalebaby just laughs at me. "At least you get your money's worth out of your books." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 2 series that I collect that I won't re-read the entire collection, The Eve Dallas series by JD Robb and the Honor Harrington series by David Weber.  Both are simply to big to re-read all the books before my desire to read the newest overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to have happen, is to find a new-to-me author that I love, who has a large collection of books published, so I can delve into their worlds and enjoy the stories, without having to wait for the next book to be published.   Talk about being a literary addict......there are worse things to be addicted to, ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1684663585912691046?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1684663585912691046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1684663585912691046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1684663585912691046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1684663585912691046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-are-geek-and-you-know-it-clap.html' title='If you are a geek and you know it, clap your hands!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1085582171001447122</id><published>2008-04-09T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:36:01.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Review: The Outlaw Demon Wails (Rachel Morgan/The Hollows, Book 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this one is on my Challenge list. I very much enjoyed &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Outlaw-Demon-Wails-Rachel-Morgan/dp/0060788704/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1207753349&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Outlaw Demon Wails (Rachel Morgan/The Hollows, Book 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Kim Harrison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Outlaw Demon Wails is the sixth book in the Hollows series. I really like the series, but I wouldn't recommend picking up this book if you haven't read the other 5. That being said, it was a good read. It definitely had a new tone to the story writing. Rachael is trouble with a capital T. If there is a safe choice or a dangerous one, she'll go for danger every time. At least that was the way she operated in the other 5 books. In this one, she spends a lot of time fighting herself and her instincts, to stay out of trouble....which of course, puts her in even more trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering if there will be a book 7.  Harrison has wrapped up most of the plot lines of the series, but she did introduce a few new ones.  I know if she writes more books set in this world, I'll read them.&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/37087500-1085582171001447122?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1085582171001447122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1085582171001447122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1085582171001447122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1085582171001447122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/04/review-outlaw-demon-wails-rachel.html' title='Review: The Outlaw Demon Wails (Rachel Morgan/The Hollows, Book 6)'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5344112738432709285</id><published>2008-04-09T09:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:24:32.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Review: A Curse Dark As Gold by Elizabeth C Bunce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y285/sarahelizabethii/blog/curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y285/sarahelizabethii/blog/curse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although this book isn't on my list for the Once Upon A Time II Challenge, it certainly falls into the fairytale category....well sort of, as it turns out to be work of ghosts, rather than fairies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Curse-Dark-as-Gold/dp/0439895766"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A Curse Dark As Gold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Elizabeth C Bunce. This was a wonderful retelling of the classic Rumpelstiltskin. One of the things I enjoyed about it, was the way the story was structured around the Mill. The building itself was a major character in the story, with it's own will and personality. Charlotte Miller, our heroine, starts out the tale not believing in magic or curses. She is a strong willed, determined person, and the fairytale element of the story creeps in slowly, changing her perception of the world. I love the journey she takes, from sorrow to joy, never loosing her determination to do the right thing, no matter how hard it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5344112738432709285?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5344112738432709285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5344112738432709285&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5344112738432709285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5344112738432709285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/04/review-curse-dark-as-gold-by-elizabeth.html' title='Review: A Curse Dark As Gold by Elizabeth C Bunce'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y285/sarahelizabethii/blog/th_curse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1566562314367818348</id><published>2008-04-04T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:46.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the best time last night with &lt;a href="http://maggiegracecreates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She rocked and was so funny. We talked about everything under the sun. I was a little nervous about meeting her, what was I going to say? What if we have nothing in common other than blogging? I was so afraid my shy side was going to come out and tongue tie me. (you'd be surprised by how often that happens) But no, she made me feel comfortable right off the bat. She's just like her blog, warm funny and down to earth......and a little -ahem -&lt;em&gt;earthy. &lt;/em&gt; It's too bad we got together on a school night, some weekend this summer we are going to have to sit down with a couple of pitchers of Margarita's....and see just how raunchy the conversation can get. Tee-hee!  (maybe we could talk &lt;a href="http://averymarydesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mary Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; into coming for a visit this summer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me the best box of goodies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185459336092152866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R_Zzyt0BdCI/AAAAAAAAALo/6_1sjKv0Fcs/s400/goodies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so looking forward to playing with fabrics she gave me and I love, love, love the bracelet her daughter made.  I was so excited to see one of her signature button dragonflys.  The green sun catcher is going to be hung on my patio doors so I can see the light thru it and I love the little cardinal sitting on his nest.  He is destined for a spot on my Christmas tree.  Thank you so much Teresa for all the goodies.  I can't wait to see you again!  What a great blogging date.&lt;/div&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/37087500-1566562314367818348?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1566562314367818348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1566562314367818348&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1566562314367818348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1566562314367818348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-fun.html' title='What Fun!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R_Zzyt0BdCI/AAAAAAAAALo/6_1sjKv0Fcs/s72-c/goodies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-6215463162813496846</id><published>2008-04-02T08:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:46.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Two Shoes</title><content type='html'>Sorry, no pictures of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stromboli&lt;/span&gt;, but yum! So very yummy! I remembered to bring my camera downstairs, but did I take any pictures? Nope! By the time it came out of the oven, (at 9pm!!) We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; hungry and it smelled so good, we dove right in, camera forgotten. So this morning I took shoe pictures like so many of my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogers&lt;/span&gt; have been posting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;. Jen over at &lt;a href="http://scissorspaperglue.typepad.com/weblog/2008/03/shoes-on-the-br.html"&gt;Scissors. Paper. Glue&lt;/a&gt; has started a Shoe photo swap. So cute and such fun. I didn't join the swap, but I thought I'd offer up my favorite shoes. Please forgive the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. I think I need a new camera--my pictures look good when I view them after I take them, but when downloaded.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt;. I've corrected as much as possible, but I'm still not happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding Shoes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184648454856602626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R_OSTN0BdAI/AAAAAAAAALY/JJtpy4iM3vM/s400/wedding+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an outdoor wedding in Maui, so I wanted wedges with an ankle strap to walk on the grass with. Do you know how hard that is to find? I spent all summer trying to find a pair. I found these at the end of the summer in the Kenneth Cole store. I adore them and I love the fact that I've been able to wear them after the wedding, especially since I'd paid more for them then any other shoes in my life, which is not saying much, as they were on sale for $90. But then I got my wedding dress at Macy's for $80.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Girly&lt;/span&gt; Party Shoes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184648588000588818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R_OSa90BdBI/AAAAAAAAALg/DJIjg4vnsKA/s400/pink+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember where I got these, but I always feel pretty and feminine in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/37087500-6215463162813496846?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6215463162813496846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=6215463162813496846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6215463162813496846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/6215463162813496846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-shoes.html' title='Two Shoes'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R_OSTN0BdAI/AAAAAAAAALY/JJtpy4iM3vM/s72-c/wedding+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-4568536536853318475</id><published>2008-04-01T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:49:00.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Carb Coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/515fWVPePVL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/515fWVPePVL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did all weekend?  I love, love, love this book.   &lt;a href="http://www.artisanbreadinfive.com/"&gt;Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day&lt;/a&gt;.  My diet has gone right out the window.  So far, I've only made 2 of the breads, the basic  brioche dough   and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peasant&lt;/span&gt; loaf.  Both were yummy, so yummy.  I've been making cheese toast like it was going out of style.  I'm dying to make the calzon or the stromboli.  I have enough dough left in the fridge to make one of them tonight.  Now if I could just remember to pull out my camera I'll have pictures for you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-4568536536853318475?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4568536536853318475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=4568536536853318475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4568536536853318475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/4568536536853318475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/04/carb-coma.html' title='Carb Coma'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1236363076943908508</id><published>2008-03-27T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:52:47.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><title type='text'>I'm not surprised.....</title><content type='html'>This does not surprise me.  Although I would rank my artistic side higher than the computer side.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Literature Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 85%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. I understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Drama Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 69%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Gamer/Computer Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 54%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Anime Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 53%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Artistic Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 50%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Social Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 34%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Science/Math Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 0%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Musician&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 0%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_be_your_nerd_type"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1236363076943908508?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1236363076943908508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1236363076943908508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1236363076943908508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1236363076943908508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-surprised.html' title='I&apos;m not surprised.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2020478754647115402</id><published>2008-03-24T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:47.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>The Once Upon a Time II Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R-gJud0Bc-I/AAAAAAAAALI/6BJamwwFodg/s1600-h/onceupon08200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181402065171215330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R-gJud0Bc-I/AAAAAAAAALI/6BJamwwFodg/s400/onceupon08200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! It's that time of year again, it's the start of -The Once Upon a Time II Challenge!!! I did this Challenge last year and I found so many new authors to read, so when Carl V over at &lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stainless Steel Droppings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made the announcement, I started compiling my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be doing Quest the Third which is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill the requirements for Quest the First or Quest the Second AND top it off with a June reading of Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quest the Second is: Read at least one book from each of the four categories. In this quest you will be reading 4 books total: one fantasy, one folklore, one fairy tale, and one mythology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my list of books (which I reserve the right to change up at any time) are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Fantasy-Magic bites &lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;by Andrews, Ilona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Folklore- Swimming without a net by MaryJanice Davidson, a modern mermaid story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Fairy Tale- Goose Girl by Shannon Hale, I've read another of her stories for the 1st challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Mythology- &lt;a class="boldBlackFont2"&gt;Legend&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="normalBlackFont1"&gt;by &lt;/a&gt;David Lynn &lt;a class="smallAnchor"&gt;Golemon, &lt;/a&gt;is a stretch, it's a thriller about the search for El Dorado. I may replace this if I find something not set in today's world....but I'm excited to read this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so looking forward to everyone's review and find new great reads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R-gJ5N0Bc_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xIQZBLUxZvo/s1600-h/onceuponred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181402249854809074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R-gJ5N0Bc_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xIQZBLUxZvo/s400/onceuponred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2020478754647115402?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2020478754647115402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2020478754647115402&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2020478754647115402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2020478754647115402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-upon-time-ii-challenge.html' title='The Once Upon a Time II Challenge'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R-gJud0Bc-I/AAAAAAAAALI/6BJamwwFodg/s72-c/onceupon08200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-8307760215238652050</id><published>2008-03-17T08:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:01:46.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Lucky/Not So Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.11alive.com/assetpool/images/0831513521_noroof_building250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.11alive.com/assetpool/images/0831513521_noroof_building250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an interesting weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday Night: Atlanta, GA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Area: Cabbagetown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting Occurrence: Tornado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Night: Savannah, GA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting Occurrence: Tornado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal Damage: None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday afternoon, my girlfriend &lt;a href="http://elliwati.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Elli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (who lives in Amsterdam) came into Atlanta for a visit.  Zalebaby and I went to Heat's house in Cabbagetown, along with a bunch of other friends, to meet Elli and her husband and go to dinner.  We all went to dinner at a Mexican place a couple of miles away in the Virginia-Highlands.  On our way back to Heat's house, around 10 ish, we noticed the stop-lights were out around their house and the power was out on the block.  No biggie, that usually happens when it rains that hard.....so we went in and lit candles and hung out for a while.  Then one of the girls gets a panic phone call....is everyone alright?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It freaked us all out.  None of us had been listening to the radio on the way back from the restaurant.  We didn't know that a tornado had ripped the roof off of the lofts that are 300 yards down the street from Heat's house.  In the dark we couldn't see a thing.  When we stopped by Heat's on the way to Savannah Saturday morning, we could see the damage.  wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, we went to Savannah on Saturday.  Guess what happened there?  There was 11 of us that went to Savannah for the festivities.  We were roaming Riverwalk after dinner (more like wiggling thru the crowds, getting beer spilled on you with every step) when J tripped and twisted his ankle- the irony of this is he doesn't drink.  J and A were sharing a room with Zalebaby and I, so we decided to get him back to the Motel where he could put his foot up, leaving the rest of the gang to enjoy the crowds.  I was so over the crowds.  During the day, it was a lot of fun, after dark, not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a good thing we went back when we did.  We had no sooner gotten back to the motel and settled in, then the power went out.  A was in the shower and she yelled at us to quit fooling around and turn the lights on!  We propped the bathroom door and the room door open so the emergency lights could give her enough light to finish up in there.  We dragged the chairs out onto the walk way and enjoyed the night air.  (we were on the 2nd floor) Our friends, fortunately, had left river walk before the lights went out and were wandering around City Market looking at the vender's when the power went out down there.  Imagining trying to get out of river walk, in the dark with that many people jammed into it scares the bjesus out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our friends make it back to the motel and we are all sitting around, talking and drinking, the tornado siren goes off.  Lovely.  The tornado didn't set down anywhere near us, but enough is enough!  What a weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/37087500-8307760215238652050?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8307760215238652050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=8307760215238652050&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8307760215238652050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/8307760215238652050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/03/luckynot-so-lucky.html' title='Lucky/Not So Lucky'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7693604651977800550</id><published>2008-03-12T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:21:08.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet sock rant'/><title type='text'>worry and frett.</title><content type='html'>All the Details have been ironed out and Zalebaby and I are going to Savannah for the weekend.  Well, really just overnight on Saturday.  The dog care has been arranged, the hotel is booked, Zalebaby is excited and I am dreading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going with a bunch of friends who want to do the St. Patty's day parting.   I'm not looking forward to the drunk party crowds that Savannah's St Patty's day weekend seems to be.  I say seems, since I've never been there during St Patty's day.  I love Savannah, it is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; beautiful.  I'm a bit of a history junky and love to do museum tours.  I'm whiny because I don't want deal with the hassle.  Boy is it going to be a hassle.  I'd be less whiny if we had planed this earlier and gotten a hotel room on river street and we could just walk out the door and do as we please, but the planners of this adventure got a hotel in the outskirts of Savanna and are planing on driving in so we can party on river street.  Like that is going to work out well.  Hello---drinking and driving?  Not to mention parking is going to be a joke.  I know that there are going to be shuttles, so I'm going to do some research and find out where the stops are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This party weekend is so not the break my heart, mind and body are crying for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7693604651977800550?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7693604651977800550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7693604651977800550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7693604651977800550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7693604651977800550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/03/worry-and-frett.html' title='worry and frett.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2552238224793247259</id><published>2008-03-04T12:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:47.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>This and that a'la Christy</title><content type='html'>This and that a'la &lt;a href="http://cakerwakers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit disorganized lately. I'm not finishing what I started. I've been using my nautical purse, but I haven't added anything to it yet. I'm thinking I'm going to add an applique whale to it. Very simple to do, if I'd just sit down and cut out the whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also scored big when I went thrifting. I've been meaning to take pictures of the patterns, but it hasn't happened yet. I picked up 10 to 15 1950 patterns in my size (unheard of!) at .25 each! I found a wrap dress that is adorable. I so want to show it to Erin at &lt;a href="http://www.dressaday.com/dressaday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dress A Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She would &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; get my love for it. Pictures, soon, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of my worse than usual disorganization? &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pages/unions/read_article.php?topic_id=25900789&amp;amp;union_id=13182"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lost Odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My Tax return came in last Friday and briefly I was rich. Then I paid the bills and bought myself a treat. It's the first true RPG (role-playing game) I've had for the 360. I am so addicted. This game should keep me occupied for a month, at least. The high-def graphics blow me away. So far, there is only one thing I'm not thrilled with, the world is not 360 and I can't look thru the characters eyes when I move around. It doesn't stop me from wanting to play. Last night I only stopped because it was the season finally of the Sarah Connor Chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was parked outside of my office this morning. To bad I didn't see the sales rep, I so would have hit him up for samples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173979575231265810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R82rAsDJPBI/AAAAAAAAALA/NmyvIVFcSsk/s400/bunny+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2552238224793247259?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2552238224793247259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2552238224793247259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2552238224793247259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2552238224793247259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-and-that-ala-christy.html' title='This and that a&apos;la Christy'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R82rAsDJPBI/AAAAAAAAALA/NmyvIVFcSsk/s72-c/bunny+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5172232051807068291</id><published>2008-02-29T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:40:35.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrifting</title><content type='html'>I'm going to an estate sale tomorrow.  I'm really excited about that.  I went to them all the time before I moved to Atlanta, since moving here, I've fallen out of the habit.  It might have had something to do with all the Friday night Parties I went to when I first moved here......but I'm not quite sure how......  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5172232051807068291?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5172232051807068291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5172232051807068291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5172232051807068291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5172232051807068291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/02/thrifting.html' title='Thrifting'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7025950427639268368</id><published>2008-02-25T10:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:48.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Help Please!</title><content type='html'>I broke my sewing drought last night and made a purse. I cut it out months ago and it sat by my machine waiting to be sewn. Since NASCA was in rain pause most of last night I decided to put it together. (NASCA is my dirty little pleasure, it's all the pretty drivers going fast) It turned out OK, but I like the inside better than the outside. So, the outside needs some jazzing up. That's where I need help, so please, please offer some suggestions! (I'm looking at you, Mary Ann and Candi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170935914365687810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R8La0TwTmAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MieAj00Duf8/s400/the+great+ocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170937499208620082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R8LcQjwTmDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jKdgWitL1NE/s400/the+great+ocean+inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could take it apart and reverse it, but the pockets are too short to be of any use on the outside, I would loose anything I put in them. I used scrap fabric to make it and I don't have enough to make deeper pockets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Detail:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170935922955622418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R8La0zwTmBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Nw-WvRKbXO8/s400/the+great+ocean+detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, help me out. What can I do to make the bag less plain? Or is it OK as it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-7025950427639268368?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7025950427639268368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7025950427639268368&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7025950427639268368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7025950427639268368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/02/help-please.html' title='Help Please!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R8La0TwTmAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MieAj00Duf8/s72-c/the+great+ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-2723385868835656965</id><published>2008-02-21T09:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:48.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Total Eclipse of the heart.....</title><content type='html'>I'm showing my geek side.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R72FRzwTl_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/hvrqg326VJk/s1600-h/nzeclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169434488288286706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R72FRzwTl_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/hvrqg326VJk/s400/nzeclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zalebaby and I went outside last night around 10:30 and got to see this.  It was&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; very cool.  I've never seen a lunar eclipse before.  It seems every time one was occurring, we had cloud cover.  Even for this eclipse, we missed most of it due to the clouds (and where the moon was...had to wait for it to get high enough to see over the other houses) but it was thrilling to see the moon last night.  Not for another 3 years, Dec. 21, 2010 will there be another total lunar eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I was lucky enough to go to the "rich" school.  I lived 4 houses into the school district.  High school sucked, its no fun being the geeky poor girl in the school where all the doctor's kids went to school.  One of the cool things about the school was it had a Planetarium.  I loved astronomy class.  The teacher was crazy fun and the subject matter kept my attention.  It was one of the few classes I enjoyed.  I so wish that I could have had more classes like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-2723385868835656965?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2723385868835656965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=2723385868835656965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2723385868835656965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/2723385868835656965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/02/total-eclipse-of-heart.html' title='Total Eclipse of the heart.....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R72FRzwTl_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/hvrqg326VJk/s72-c/nzeclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-7238075732744704517</id><published>2008-02-19T08:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:48.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My so called sewing room</title><content type='html'>My sewing room is haunting me. I even walked in it yesterday and looked at the piles. Piles of fabric, piles of stuffing, piles of patterns, piles everywhere except on the treadmill that I haven't used in months. I keep that free so I will use it. Or so I tell myself. Sigh. I need another sewing job to kick myself into gear. I've been wanting to make a table runner and placemats. I've got plenty of fabric to do it with, but I haven't wanted to be in the sewing room to do it. I must clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking about making a hand pieced doll quilt. I want something that I can work on in front of the TV with my hubby. He gets a little whine-y when I go upstairs and sew after work, unless its a paying job. Plus, I like to sew to the TV and I don't have one the the disaster area I call a sewing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus Picture: hubby and my niece at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R7rv_DwTl8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IqJ8AbHMpRg/s1600-h/dale+and+ella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168707388979779522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R7rv_DwTl8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IqJ8AbHMpRg/s400/dale+and+ella.jpg" 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/37087500-7238075732744704517?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7238075732744704517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=7238075732744704517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7238075732744704517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/7238075732744704517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-so-called-sewing-room.html' title='My so called sewing room'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R7rv_DwTl8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IqJ8AbHMpRg/s72-c/dale+and+ella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-3950753235900411730</id><published>2008-02-14T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:48.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses smell sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R7SV5zwTl7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PATuRBShQNY/s1600-h/roses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166919492878702514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R7SV5zwTl7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PATuRBShQNY/s400/roses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so lucky.  My bosses got me roses and a card for Valentine's Day.   Totally surprised me  and made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/37087500-3950753235900411730?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3950753235900411730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=3950753235900411730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3950753235900411730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3950753235900411730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/02/roses-smell-sweet.html' title='Roses smell sweet'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R7SV5zwTl7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PATuRBShQNY/s72-c/roses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1170372141214078333</id><published>2008-02-06T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:30:14.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Coming Home</title><content type='html'>Yay!  Zalebaby is on his way home.  I've missed him terribly.  It's been rough being sick as a dog and not having him around to baby me.  It's been worse, what with his family situation and me not being able to be there with/for him and being sick.   Now the poor baby is driving home thru the tornado's, in the rain, with a cold of his own.  I pray the trip goes smoothly for him.  I can't wait for him to get home so I can baby him.  If all goes well, he should be home around 9pm tonight, which gives me enough time to get home from work, clean the house and change the sheets before he gets there.  I might even have enough time to take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1170372141214078333?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1170372141214078333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1170372141214078333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1170372141214078333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1170372141214078333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/02/hes-coming-home.html' title='He&apos;s Coming Home'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-5290456356167139003</id><published>2008-02-04T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:31:17.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>Zalebaby's mother passed away early Sunday morning. This was not unexpected as she had cancer and when we saw her over Christmas, she was on a downward spiral. He got the call last week that he needed to come home, so he left here Friday afternoon and did the 14 hour drive to Upstate New York. He spent Saturday with her, talking to her and making her laugh. He feels good about that. Zalebaby loves to be the funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he is not so happy about is having to be the strong one and handle all the details. He is the only one of the 4 kids that doesn't live in that podunk town. He's the only one to escape from their trailer-trash lifestyle. Believe me, they could keep Jerry Springer show going for a month. That includes his mother's husband, never to be confused with his Dad. So all the stuff that should have been taken care of long before his Mom got this bad, never got taken care of. Or even talked about. So guess who got stuck with it? I wish I was there to comfort Zalebaby, but a small part of me is really glad I'm not. I couldn't be nice to most of his family. I lost my father to cancer 12 years ago and they way his mother (and the rest of the family) handled everything makes me angry to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have to die this way. She had Colon cancer and if she'd gone to the doctor at the first sign of trouble, she could have beat it. Instead, she waited until her bowels shut down then went to the doctor. At that point, she still had a good chance of beating it. She was given chemo pills, but stopped taking them because they made her sick. The whole thing just makes me so mad. My Dad didn't have a chance against the cancer and she throws it all away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-5290456356167139003?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5290456356167139003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=5290456356167139003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5290456356167139003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/5290456356167139003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/02/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-3545759274519258594</id><published>2008-01-30T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:54:49.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whine'/><title type='text'>Sorry Christy, yesterday was a sick day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R6CgLlL5UwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ttg5_8IvFZQ/s1600-h/sickday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161301293787599618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R6CgLlL5UwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ttg5_8IvFZQ/s400/sickday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you take to stop the diarrhea when you keep throwing up the Imodium AD? I've also learned that grape poweraid makes for neon lime diarrhea. Just a fun fact to start your day. I'm done with the ralphing and (keep your fingers crossed) with the diarrhea so I'm back at work. I'm so ready to go home and laydown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-3545759274519258594?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3545759274519258594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=3545759274519258594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3545759274519258594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/3545759274519258594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-was-sick-day.html' title='Sorry Christy, yesterday was a sick day....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLWk419HXY4/R6CgLlL5UwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ttg5_8IvFZQ/s72-c/sickday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087500.post-1789624971823518507</id><published>2008-01-24T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:35:27.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Da Da Dum</title><content type='html'>I love reading blogs.  I get all kinds of crafting and sewing ideas.  I love reading everyone else's life stories and the recipes...Woot! I love the cooking blogs!  When it comes to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; putting fingers to keyboard.....not so much.  I don't know what to write.  When I do something crafty, I always seem to do it at the last minute and don't take any pictures, so I don't really want to blog about it.   During Christmas, I made 2 wonderful simple wraps for friends of mine.  Did I take pictures? nope. So.....no proof that I made them...why blog about them.....it's a vicious circle.  Which takes me back to the start of this post.  I love reading (and commenting on blogs)  which is why I feel like I should have one.  I want to give back, but I'm not doing such a good job of it.  So I'm going to challenging myself to post at least twice a week (I'm trying to set a reasonable, attainable goal).  Hopefully it won't be complete drivel, but I'm going to give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087500-1789624971823518507?l=csheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1789624971823518507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087500&amp;postID=1789624971823518507&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1789624971823518507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087500/posts/default/1789624971823518507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csheeley.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-da-dum.html' title='Da Da Dum'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05415109939081901773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fndvATu-h5w/TiScBzbe8-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/XfbZ3OyNaLM/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
