<?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-2727364687014064930</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:56:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><subtitle type='html'>"Meh.  Whatever."  Words to live by, that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1085</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5466470500452111895</id><published>2012-01-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:49:42.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 of Being Present - Morning Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSENqvCK3Io/TyGgEEJ97TI/AAAAAAAABIY/mGtUUexCMRI/s1600/002+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSENqvCK3Io/TyGgEEJ97TI/AAAAAAAABIY/mGtUUexCMRI/s320/002+(2).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivelypresent.com/2011/11/zoom-in-on-gratitude-30-day-photo-challenge.html"&gt;Positively Present 30 Day Photo Challenge&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/2727364687014064930-5466470500452111895?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5466470500452111895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5466470500452111895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5466470500452111895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5466470500452111895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-5-of-being-present-morning-sky.html' title='Day 5 of Being Present - Morning Sky'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSENqvCK3Io/TyGgEEJ97TI/AAAAAAAABIY/mGtUUexCMRI/s72-c/002+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-2453671240476079925</id><published>2012-01-25T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:41:36.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 of Being Present - Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.positivelypresent.com/2011/11/zoom-in-on-gratitude-30-day-photo-challenge.html"&gt;Positively Present 30 Day Photo Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for today is Leaves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://donna-justme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://rachelnstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;are doing it, too.&amp;nbsp; If you want to join in, do it and let me know so I can stalk you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjLH1m5yRW4/TyAv88L7xMI/AAAAAAAABIA/T56j-ouvxrE/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjLH1m5yRW4/TyAv88L7xMI/AAAAAAAABIA/T56j-ouvxrE/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWvHxisHH2s/TyAwCeppJUI/AAAAAAAABII/14LnDukG1H4/s1600/004_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWvHxisHH2s/TyAwCeppJUI/AAAAAAAABII/14LnDukG1H4/s320/004_picnik.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pictures looking up - my oak tree this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGXXMg9MC-c/TyAwGfBjY7I/AAAAAAAABIQ/v5Kd9LBSLIQ/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGXXMg9MC-c/TyAwGfBjY7I/AAAAAAAABIQ/v5Kd9LBSLIQ/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the roses are in bloom after a good soaking last night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check back tomorrow - the theme is Morning Sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-2453671240476079925?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2453671240476079925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=2453671240476079925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2453671240476079925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2453671240476079925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-4-of-being-present-leaves.html' title='Day 4 of Being Present - Leaves'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjLH1m5yRW4/TyAv88L7xMI/AAAAAAAABIA/T56j-ouvxrE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8759361869037699994</id><published>2012-01-24T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:11:00.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of Being Present - Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVp3JTfqkvg/Tx7z5GNrqoI/AAAAAAAABH4/DLBvoqCNkWU/s1600/portsmouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVp3JTfqkvg/Tx7z5GNrqoI/AAAAAAAABH4/DLBvoqCNkWU/s320/portsmouth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivelypresent.com/2011/11/zoom-in-on-gratitude-30-day-photo-challenge.html"&gt;Positively Present 30 Day Photo Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for today is Happiness.&amp;nbsp; I would imagine anyone walking that bridge wouldn't be happy, but I love wild wind and rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8759361869037699994?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8759361869037699994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8759361869037699994&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8759361869037699994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8759361869037699994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-3-of-being-present-happiness.html' title='Day 3 of Being Present - Happiness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVp3JTfqkvg/Tx7z5GNrqoI/AAAAAAAABH4/DLBvoqCNkWU/s72-c/portsmouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-393655987639105427</id><published>2012-01-23T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:21:43.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two of Being Present - Smile</title><content type='html'>My smile is broken today, so you get the next best thing - one of my kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wmKBT3KaPk/Tx2Ho8VPtkI/AAAAAAAABHw/e0IB3rznl-k/s1600/051a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wmKBT3KaPk/Tx2Ho8VPtkI/AAAAAAAABHw/e0IB3rznl-k/s320/051a.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the &lt;a href="http://www.positivelypresent.com/2011/11/zoom-in-on-gratitude-30-day-photo-challenge.html"&gt;Positively Present 30 Day Photo Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; While I think these are supposed to be primarily 'wordless', I wanted to explain this photo, because Alex is my special needs kid, and his true smiles are hard to capture.&amp;nbsp; This smile, though?&amp;nbsp; At the Monster Truck rally.&amp;nbsp; Of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-393655987639105427?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/393655987639105427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=393655987639105427&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/393655987639105427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/393655987639105427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-two-of-being-present-smile.html' title='Day Two of Being Present - Smile'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wmKBT3KaPk/Tx2Ho8VPtkI/AAAAAAAABHw/e0IB3rznl-k/s72-c/051a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6869260744605293594</id><published>2012-01-22T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:27:19.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One of Being Present - Favorite Food</title><content type='html'>After getting out of the habit of regular blog posting, it's difficult to get back into the swing of things.&amp;nbsp; Finding this 30 Day Challenge was a great jumping off point for me.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, &lt;a href="http://donna-justme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://rachelnstuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/30-day-photo-challenge.html"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivelypresent.com/2011/11/zoom-in-on-gratitude-30-day-photo-challenge.html"&gt;Positively Present 30 Day Photo Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Today's photo assignment was Favorite Food.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have time to go to the store and get ingredients and what-have-you, so some of these will be cheater pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RyveAkSTJk/TxxGVyC9aMI/AAAAAAAABHg/lFAoOndpuXM/s1600/popeye-chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RyveAkSTJk/TxxGVyC9aMI/AAAAAAAABHg/lFAoOndpuXM/s320/popeye-chicken.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWfmX63odJA/TxxGaIpOO3I/AAAAAAAABHo/y44yZw3x6HU/s1600/sausage-spaghetti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWfmX63odJA/TxxGaIpOO3I/AAAAAAAABHo/y44yZw3x6HU/s320/sausage-spaghetti.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For me to commit to a favorite food is difficult, because I love food, but these two are high up there on my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6869260744605293594?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6869260744605293594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6869260744605293594&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6869260744605293594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6869260744605293594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-one-of-being-present-favorite-food.html' title='Day One of Being Present - Favorite Food'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RyveAkSTJk/TxxGVyC9aMI/AAAAAAAABHg/lFAoOndpuXM/s72-c/popeye-chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6644376091472319000</id><published>2011-12-28T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:04:07.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside My Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndE-915Y6vU/TvuDHmHrFQI/AAAAAAAABHM/RpZUpn7h1EI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndE-915Y6vU/TvuDHmHrFQI/AAAAAAAABHM/RpZUpn7h1EI/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn1QFPFj_Q8/TvuDOmEYNpI/AAAAAAAABHY/p_Vr-i9TKtQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn1QFPFj_Q8/TvuDOmEYNpI/AAAAAAAABHY/p_Vr-i9TKtQ/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had extra branches trimmed from the Christmas tree, so I put them on the table on the patio and put a bowl of bird seed in the middle.&amp;nbsp; I like watching them flit around, and Sancho is always outside chasing them....then they chase him....etc.....and the caaaaaaats love to sit there and make their bizarre little chirping noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me chuckle though......was those dummies inside the grill.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this meat?!&amp;nbsp; It's delicious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ummmmm.....it's.....uhhhh.....chicken!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6644376091472319000?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6644376091472319000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6644376091472319000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6644376091472319000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6644376091472319000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/12/outside-my-window.html' title='Outside My Window'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndE-915Y6vU/TvuDHmHrFQI/AAAAAAAABHM/RpZUpn7h1EI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8520965048115516493</id><published>2011-12-17T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:59:28.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Cake</title><content type='html'>Chocolate Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, one thinks 'mmmm..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, wait....it might not be 'mmmm' because let's face it..... some cakes are 'eh'.&amp;nbsp; I mean, yeah, it's still cake, and that in itself is 'mmm'.&amp;nbsp; BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vymILU3GO-A/Tu1-X_IBKtI/AAAAAAAABHA/H9tjUp7viHw/s1600/CAKEchoc.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vymILU3GO-A/Tu1-X_IBKtI/AAAAAAAABHA/H9tjUp7viHw/s320/CAKEchoc.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, there is this cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.hersheys.com/recipes/8108/HERSHEY'S-%22Especially-Dark%22-Chocolate-Cake.aspx"&gt;Hershey's Special Dark cocoa&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The cake is good.&amp;nbsp; The frosting is RIDICULOUS.&amp;nbsp; I can't even.....like....y'all have to make it.&amp;nbsp; Sweet baby Jesus, make it this stuff.&amp;nbsp; Even if you don't make the cake.&amp;nbsp; Just make&amp;nbsp;this frosting&amp;nbsp;and put it in a bowl and wrap the whole thing in aluminum foil so no one else knows what's in the bowl, and then after everyone has gone to sleep, go stand in front of the fridge in your pajamas with only the light of the refrigerator and eat this stuff with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8520965048115516493?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8520965048115516493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8520965048115516493&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8520965048115516493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8520965048115516493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/12/chocolate-cake.html' title='Chocolate Cake'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vymILU3GO-A/Tu1-X_IBKtI/AAAAAAAABHA/H9tjUp7viHw/s72-c/CAKEchoc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5241441119957638836</id><published>2011-12-05T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:21:46.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That White Stuff Ain't Snow</title><content type='html'>Jesse:&amp;nbsp; Well, our medical insurance expired.&amp;nbsp; What do you think we should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Eh.&amp;nbsp; We'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse:&amp;nbsp; What about your meds and doctor visits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Now is a great time for me to get off those meds and start on cocaine.&amp;nbsp; No co-pay, and I lose weight.&amp;nbsp; Win-win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse:&amp;nbsp; You know people that sell cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse:&amp;nbsp; Pretty sure you're doomed to be crazy and chubby then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5241441119957638836?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5241441119957638836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5241441119957638836&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5241441119957638836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5241441119957638836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-white-stuff-aint-snow.html' title='That White Stuff Ain&apos;t Snow'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3061888223192068997</id><published>2011-11-30T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:32:53.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married People Live Longer?</title><content type='html'>I call bullshit.&amp;nbsp; I think single people with pets live longer.&amp;nbsp; I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago at therapy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:&amp;nbsp; How has your stress levels been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Uhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:&amp;nbsp; Wait...not including your husband, how's your stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaa.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3061888223192068997?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3061888223192068997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3061888223192068997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3061888223192068997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3061888223192068997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/11/married-people-live-longer.html' title='Married People Live Longer?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3844078790495184687</id><published>2011-11-21T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:31:55.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technologically Challenged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FrDliKNYlE/TsrRJQQVTpI/AAAAAAAABG4/HnRnUlbn678/s1600/email-icon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FrDliKNYlE/TsrRJQQVTpI/AAAAAAAABG4/HnRnUlbn678/s320/email-icon.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As technologically challenged as I am, I'm pretty sure I've managed to install an email feed option on my blog for my three readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody let me know if it works, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3844078790495184687?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3844078790495184687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3844078790495184687&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3844078790495184687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3844078790495184687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/11/technologically-challenged.html' title='Technologically Challenged'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FrDliKNYlE/TsrRJQQVTpI/AAAAAAAABG4/HnRnUlbn678/s72-c/email-icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-4075849876257790965</id><published>2011-11-15T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:10:22.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Amazing What Happens When The Temperature Is Not 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where on Earth have I been, eh?!&amp;nbsp; I have no excuses other than I'm lazy and putting together a paragraph for a blog entry was beyond my ability at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT....to show that I'm still alive and doing &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, I have pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yay, pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgYHKrmYo7U/TsKa3G0Fj0I/AAAAAAAABGI/ZYaI-OQC9YY/s1600/006+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgYHKrmYo7U/TsKa3G0Fj0I/AAAAAAAABGI/ZYaI-OQC9YY/s320/006+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my roses are doing extremely well now that the temperature is below 80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fEiDmToxt8/TsKa6tt19ZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PjEDACQkJ6Y/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fEiDmToxt8/TsKa6tt19ZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PjEDACQkJ6Y/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and there's been RAIN!&amp;nbsp; (Whaaaaa?!&amp;nbsp; I KNOW!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVowZGYecuA/TsKa-h5jHCI/AAAAAAAABGY/bO4mP3Uf6gY/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVowZGYecuA/TsKa-h5jHCI/AAAAAAAABGY/bO4mP3Uf6gY/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;even Rosalita stops to smell the flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYGdDg0Ek0s/TsKbGPqdUWI/AAAAAAAABGg/3eqfAIlEHkE/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYGdDg0Ek0s/TsKbGPqdUWI/AAAAAAAABGg/3eqfAIlEHkE/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;these two are too lazy to care about flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1FUFOKB18A/TsKbLcbPCTI/AAAAAAAABGo/TEo-fX7usEM/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1FUFOKB18A/TsKbLcbPCTI/AAAAAAAABGo/TEo-fX7usEM/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....and obviously too lazy to even move a leg that's just dangling there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLdh1KCTPSc/TsKbP5L8e7I/AAAAAAAABGw/D9movbDmuiM/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLdh1KCTPSc/TsKbP5L8e7I/AAAAAAAABGw/D9movbDmuiM/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.....and the acorns are looking pretty, too!&amp;nbsp; Too bad I have no squirrels....because considering the rambunctious boys I have, 10 bucks says they rip those acorns off the tree and try to hit each other with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-4075849876257790965?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4075849876257790965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=4075849876257790965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4075849876257790965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4075849876257790965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-amazing-what-happens-when.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing What Happens When The Temperature Is Not 100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgYHKrmYo7U/TsKa3G0Fj0I/AAAAAAAABGI/ZYaI-OQC9YY/s72-c/006+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-4469703042099786783</id><published>2011-10-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:59:58.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok - Oriental City</title><content type='html'>In the last post, I mentioned my brother going to Thailand to see his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HE is a lazy bum who clearly is having too much fun to check in with his sister, BUT the girlfriend has been posting pics and messaging me what they've been doing....so I don't worry, she says.&amp;nbsp; Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuRK_sgZKU8/Tp0iwuqmQBI/AAAAAAAABFg/bnv1jImMLls/s1600/Tyler+ele.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuRK_sgZKU8/Tp0iwuqmQBI/AAAAAAAABFg/bnv1jImMLls/s320/Tyler+ele.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all he talked about the week before he left was getting to pet the elephants....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBTMfauWmdA/Tp0izsoaTuI/AAAAAAAABFo/4HeEl04MWdY/s1600/299150_234313813288973_100001310693727_594219_1167927230_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBTMfauWmdA/Tp0izsoaTuI/AAAAAAAABFo/4HeEl04MWdY/s320/299150_234313813288973_100001310693727_594219_1167927230_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the floating market..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0L5tSS9qX4Q/Tp0i2Ch1uYI/AAAAAAAABFw/45npSXnGu_Q/s1600/310212_235050246548663_100001310693727_596783_268772268_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0L5tSS9qX4Q/Tp0i2Ch1uYI/AAAAAAAABFw/45npSXnGu_Q/s320/310212_235050246548663_100001310693727_596783_268772268_n.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yello drank in a bag.&amp;nbsp; Yay, street food!&amp;nbsp; (big step for him because he is a picky eater)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He hasn't mentioned anything about the girlfriends' parents... (he's staying with them at their home) but they cook alot.&amp;nbsp; My only 2 words of advice to him were 'Put your wallet in your front pocket' and 'Don't ask what it is - just eat it and smile.'&amp;nbsp; I keep seeing pictures, so I know nothing has killed him yet.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-4469703042099786783?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4469703042099786783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=4469703042099786783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4469703042099786783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4469703042099786783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/10/bangkok-oriental-city.html' title='Bangkok - Oriental City'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuRK_sgZKU8/Tp0iwuqmQBI/AAAAAAAABFg/bnv1jImMLls/s72-c/Tyler+ele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6404514795580224681</id><published>2011-10-13T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:40:00.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Tell I'm On A Diet When I'm Obsessing About Food</title><content type='html'>Oh.&amp;nbsp; Hello, my sad little blog.&amp;nbsp; I'm so sorry I've neglected you.&amp;nbsp; I have no valid reason.&amp;nbsp; Except...maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZT-RrU1bTk/TpfHw_43kEI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pQm5ZyrzQbs/s1600/Hoarders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZT-RrU1bTk/TpfHw_43kEI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pQm5ZyrzQbs/s1600/Hoarders.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Erm.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been the laziest slacker on the face of the Earth lately.&amp;nbsp; Buuuut.....to be fair, there's nothing really that exciting going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe there is.&amp;nbsp; My brother went to Thailand for 2 weeks (hopefully) to see the girl he loves.&amp;nbsp; He's 19, she's 21.&amp;nbsp; I have serious questions as to whether he's coming back or not, but he better because I am NOT going to keep his mentally unstable cat.&amp;nbsp; (Ohhhh yeah....she's so sweeeet and lovingggg....until you try to put her into a travel crate and then she turns into this blood thristy psycho who can do Matrix moves.)&amp;nbsp; Anyway, he asked me what I wanted him to bring back and you know....Hello Kitty is extremely popular over there, soooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and um.... hmm....I....Uh......&amp;nbsp; oh!&amp;nbsp; Lost 7 lbs.&amp;nbsp; I had to give up my sweets, which was sad, but the cold hard truth is that the minute I hit goal weight, I"m going to eat a whole cake by myself.&amp;nbsp; Well, probably not, but you all get the idea.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna go allllllll 'rebel'.&amp;nbsp; 'Cause I'm badass like that.&amp;nbsp; (Do you hear me Dairy Queen?!&amp;nbsp; Ohhhhh I'm comin' for you in a few months!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I will bid adieu with a picture of my beloved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WI7PGJhZZhs/TpfK6MvxIJI/AAAAAAAABFY/LvjsTZaDUNI/s1600/Double-Chocolate-Cheesecake-with-Chocolate-Ganache.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WI7PGJhZZhs/TpfK6MvxIJI/AAAAAAAABFY/LvjsTZaDUNI/s320/Double-Chocolate-Cheesecake-with-Chocolate-Ganache.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate + cheesecake + strawberries?&amp;nbsp; yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6404514795580224681?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6404514795580224681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6404514795580224681&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6404514795580224681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6404514795580224681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-can-tell-im-on-diet-when-im.html' title='You Can Tell I&apos;m On A Diet When I&apos;m Obsessing About Food'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZT-RrU1bTk/TpfHw_43kEI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pQm5ZyrzQbs/s72-c/Hoarders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5312201233339108581</id><published>2011-09-24T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:16:17.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Really Cares About ABCs...</title><content type='html'>Our ABC blabbering has been paused in favor of a glimpse into the past few days at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctvg0v-1GvY/Tn4CG7A92tI/AAAAAAAABFM/ylIDCJBfxcg/s1600/100_2686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctvg0v-1GvY/Tn4CG7A92tI/AAAAAAAABFM/ylIDCJBfxcg/s320/100_2686.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep - pretty much it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5312201233339108581?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5312201233339108581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5312201233339108581&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5312201233339108581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5312201233339108581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-really-cares-about-abcs.html' title='Who Really Cares About ABCs...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctvg0v-1GvY/Tn4CG7A92tI/AAAAAAAABFM/ylIDCJBfxcg/s72-c/100_2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8874617582809949436</id><published>2011-09-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:59:50.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G-H-I</title><content type='html'>Well.&amp;nbsp; Between these letters getting harder and me going completely brain dead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G, H, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = gluttonous. Indeed. If I weren't, I'd be a lot thinner, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = grammar nazi. I can't help it. Bad grammar makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G = gum fanatic. Bubble gum. I know that comes as a shock because I am always so classy, but I can crack my gum like you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H = heathen. Yes, yes, we're over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H = Hello Kitty. Ohmygaaahhhh, I KNOW! I'm so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H = homebody. This one is no surprise. I hate having to leave the house. Ugh...putting on clothes and crap? pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I = ice cream. I loves the ice cream. Please don't ask me how much I can eat in a single sitting because I will have to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I = insomniac. Those of you who have received bizarre emails from me at 3 AM know that I've been hitting the Ambien. Sorry about that, y'all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I = Indifferent. Ice cream and Lexapro help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8874617582809949436?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8874617582809949436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8874617582809949436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8874617582809949436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8874617582809949436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/09/g-h-i.html' title='G-H-I'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-4207213643758092963</id><published>2011-08-31T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:16:46.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D, E, &amp; F...</title><content type='html'>on to D, E, &amp;amp; F....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Ds.....&lt;br /&gt;-I'm dark behind the sunshiney demeanor.&amp;nbsp; BUT....thanks to some nice medication,.....&lt;br /&gt;-I'm depressed.&amp;nbsp; (Shhhhhhhocker!)&lt;br /&gt;-Until this year, I had a fear of driving - stemming from a very bad car accident.&lt;br /&gt;-Dogs.&amp;nbsp; LOVE THEM!&amp;nbsp; I have 4.&amp;nbsp; Small (mini schnauzer/doxie), Medium (cocker spaniel), large (American Eskimo), and extra large (Golden Retriever).&amp;nbsp; They're all really good listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Es....&lt;br /&gt;-Emotional.&amp;nbsp; I used to wear my heart on my sleeve.&amp;nbsp; Used to.&lt;br /&gt;-Empathic.&amp;nbsp; I take everybody's weight on my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;-Educated.&amp;nbsp; Reading and learning.....I could do it all day every day.&amp;nbsp; (if I didn't have 45 interruptions a day)&lt;br /&gt;-Ecclectic.&amp;nbsp; It just sounds better than 'crazy old biddy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Fs....&lt;br /&gt;-Forever.&amp;nbsp; That's how long I can hold a grudge.&amp;nbsp; Screw the forgiveness crap.&lt;br /&gt;-Funny.&amp;nbsp; I'm funny.&amp;nbsp; You know it.&amp;nbsp; I know it.&lt;br /&gt;-Friend.&amp;nbsp; The friends I have now are friends I've had for years.&amp;nbsp; I like my small little circle.&lt;br /&gt;-Foodie.&amp;nbsp; Yes, siree.....I love my food.&amp;nbsp; There's nooo denying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-4207213643758092963?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4207213643758092963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=4207213643758092963&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4207213643758092963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4207213643758092963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/d-e-f.html' title='D, E, &amp; F...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-91356737517983065</id><published>2011-08-29T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:13:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ,B, C...Easy As 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>As I'm browsing blogs tonight in search of some inspiration, I came across The ABCs of Me.&amp;nbsp; Supposedly, each blog post gets one or two letters and you use words starting with that letter to describe yourself.&amp;nbsp; Considering that most of my blogging refers to myself, why not give it a go, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go....A:&lt;br /&gt;-Well, there's me - Amy&lt;br /&gt;-Alex and Adrian.&amp;nbsp; My sweet sweet boys...most of the people in my family have 'A' names.&amp;nbsp; No idea why..&lt;br /&gt;-Animals.&amp;nbsp; yeahhhh....I got me plenty of those!&lt;br /&gt;-Attitude.&amp;nbsp; Sure, I seem like a sweet girl.....and most of the time I am....but there may be a glimpse or two of attutide popping out every once in a while.&amp;nbsp; (So basically, live in fear.)&lt;br /&gt;-Autumn.&amp;nbsp; My favorite season.&amp;nbsp; The hellish heat goes away, yet it's still warm outside.....and then&amp;nbsp;I feel those cool air bursts every once in a while reminding me that relief is a'comin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then on to B....&lt;br /&gt;-Baking.&amp;nbsp; Man, I love baking.&amp;nbsp; It's the clean up afterwards that I hate.&lt;br /&gt;-Bored.&amp;nbsp; I'm just so so terminally bored.&lt;br /&gt;-Bed.&amp;nbsp; Oh honeypies, you know mama loves her bed.&amp;nbsp; Her cushy, soft, restful, warm bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Beloved.&amp;nbsp; That's the meaning of my name.&amp;nbsp; For reals.&lt;br /&gt;-Blogging -- I tell y'all....if I didn't blog, I'd just be mumbling to myself all day, because nobody talks to me at home unless it's "What's for dinner?&amp;nbsp; When is dinner?&amp;nbsp; Are my clothes clean?&amp;nbsp; Did you clean up the cats' throw up?"&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to C...&lt;br /&gt;-Coke (diet!)&amp;nbsp; Ha....ok, here in Texas, when we're out to eat and a server asks what drinks we'd like, first we say "Coke!"&amp;nbsp; They say "What kind?"&amp;nbsp; "Orange..."&amp;nbsp; Now have you ever had Orange Coke?&amp;nbsp; No, you've had orange soda.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what our deal is, but near everything we drink is 'Coke'.&lt;br /&gt;-Cake.&amp;nbsp; Ya.....I think it's pretty well known that I love cake.&amp;nbsp; Big cake, small cake, tall cake, short cake...(go on....you know you wanna)&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate.&amp;nbsp; Dark.&amp;nbsp; None of this milk chocolate business, and absolutely none of that supposed 'white chocolate'.&amp;nbsp; You wanna see me get all riled up?&amp;nbsp; Offer me 'white chocolate'.&amp;nbsp; It's not even real chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;-Coffee.&amp;nbsp; Lawsie Mercy.....y'all know me and my coffee.&amp;nbsp; The life blood, I calls it!&amp;nbsp; Some people get called by the sea.&amp;nbsp; I get called by the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;-Cynical.&amp;nbsp; I am as sweet as honey pie, but I have a deep rooted cynicism stemming from a jacked up childhood.&amp;nbsp; Meds help.&lt;br /&gt;-Comments.&amp;nbsp; I have to laugh at my 2-4 comment average lately.&amp;nbsp; I know it's my fault because I'm not steadily posting as of late, but 2?&amp;nbsp; Damn, that's brutal.&amp;nbsp; :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, E, F coming up..... feel free to throw in words that you think describe me in the comments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-91356737517983065?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/91356737517983065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=91356737517983065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/91356737517983065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/91356737517983065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/b-ceasy-as-1-2-3.html' title='A ,B, C...Easy As 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-2565707027037058234</id><published>2011-08-26T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:53:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Hot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But...'very hot'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thank youuuuuu, Mr.WeatherFool, for pointing out the obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfb4KlKaiLg/TldQmKEdkBI/AAAAAAAABFE/MhY_AjwDA4Q/s1600/hell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfb4KlKaiLg/TldQmKEdkBI/AAAAAAAABFE/MhY_AjwDA4Q/s320/hell.jpg" width="260" /&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/2727364687014064930-2565707027037058234?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2565707027037058234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=2565707027037058234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2565707027037058234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2565707027037058234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-just-hot.html' title='Not Just Hot...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfb4KlKaiLg/TldQmKEdkBI/AAAAAAAABFE/MhY_AjwDA4Q/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6959951566566042524</id><published>2011-08-14T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:46:35.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato-Tomahto, Potato-Potahto, Texas-Hell...</title><content type='html'>Around this time of the year, I am a cranky bunny.&amp;nbsp; I was waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, it was all 'ugh....whatever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, there has been profanity, hysteria, and more eating of ice cream than really necessary.&amp;nbsp; (I know.&amp;nbsp; I DID just say that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all wanna see what I'm ranting about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:30 in the AM here.&amp;nbsp; Imagine 1:30 AM where &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; live.&amp;nbsp; Ok....got that visual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l24gaForAFo/Tki-yu5KMUI/AAAAAAAABFA/UgV4MEdGmyo/s1600/8-15-2011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l24gaForAFo/Tki-yu5KMUI/AAAAAAAABFA/UgV4MEdGmyo/s320/8-15-2011.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Son of a three legged donkey!&amp;nbsp; That picture makes me want to cry until I have no more crying left in me.&amp;nbsp; Y'all, I cannot take it.&amp;nbsp; Please start laying claim to my stuff before I try to kill myself in a bathtub full of ice water.&amp;nbsp; (which would probably just melt way before I ran out of breath.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't those crazily intelligent scientist-y people make some unnatural fake rain just for my benefit?!&amp;nbsp; I really don't think I'm asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.....I'm just going to go stand in front of the open freezer in my bra and underwear eating ice cream until I pass out from a food coma or fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6959951566566042524?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6959951566566042524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6959951566566042524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6959951566566042524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6959951566566042524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomato-tomahto-potato-potahto-texas.html' title='Tomato-Tomahto, Potato-Potahto, Texas-Hell...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l24gaForAFo/Tki-yu5KMUI/AAAAAAAABFA/UgV4MEdGmyo/s72-c/8-15-2011.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8325556316313820909</id><published>2011-08-12T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:32:55.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....and They Called It 'Puppy Love'....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm all "ugh..." (most of the time?&amp;nbsp; eh.&amp;nbsp; whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and sure, I take meds......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this helps more than the meds, I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb0iLHD_KWw/TkXv48WnuwI/AAAAAAAABE8/bbSTcOTOrlY/s1600/vi2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb0iLHD_KWw/TkXv48WnuwI/AAAAAAAABE8/bbSTcOTOrlY/s320/vi2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet knows where the cushy spot is......on my lap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8325556316313820909?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8325556316313820909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8325556316313820909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8325556316313820909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8325556316313820909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-they-called-it-puppy-love.html' title='....and They Called It &apos;Puppy Love&apos;....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb0iLHD_KWw/TkXv48WnuwI/AAAAAAAABE8/bbSTcOTOrlY/s72-c/vi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1365266009617386400</id><published>2011-08-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:36:31.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Good Thing *We're* Friends....</title><content type='html'>......because everybody else looks at us like we're nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, come about 10 or 11 PM, Diana and I text each other before we go to bed..... usually talking about the day or Valencia screaming she's not tired and falling asleep a minute later..... stuff like that.&amp;nbsp; So....here's a glimpse into our awesome (and slightly weird) friendship (she's in white, I'm in green):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbw96fF7q84/TkGZeaqjGEI/AAAAAAAABEk/nGpMIRSe1gQ/s1600/zD.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbw96fF7q84/TkGZeaqjGEI/AAAAAAAABEk/nGpMIRSe1gQ/s320/zD.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFsDN4WSTcs/TkGZixnP16I/AAAAAAAABEo/sEXf5Vs6c4Y/s1600/zD2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BFsDN4WSTcs/TkGZixnP16I/AAAAAAAABEo/sEXf5Vs6c4Y/s320/zD2.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fc4rqkDRimg/TkGZmSHipoI/AAAAAAAABEs/ssBUs_7GOxA/s1600/zD3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fc4rqkDRimg/TkGZmSHipoI/AAAAAAAABEs/ssBUs_7GOxA/s320/zD3.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2FmKCwKmi8/TkGZpcqaC1I/AAAAAAAABEw/D1QATp0Fkac/s1600/zD4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2FmKCwKmi8/TkGZpcqaC1I/AAAAAAAABEw/D1QATp0Fkac/s320/zD4.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heaven forbid the government reads our texts.&amp;nbsp; We'll be committed to the crazy house with all of our A.D.D.ness....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-1365266009617386400?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1365266009617386400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1365266009617386400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1365266009617386400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1365266009617386400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-good-thing-were-friends.html' title='It&apos;s A Good Thing *We&apos;re* Friends....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbw96fF7q84/TkGZeaqjGEI/AAAAAAAABEk/nGpMIRSe1gQ/s72-c/zD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-4974769882472087312</id><published>2011-07-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:16:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Down The Taco and Walk Away</title><content type='html'>Earlier this evening, Jesse said to me "Amy!&amp;nbsp; I am disgusting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I glanced in the mirror when I had my shirt off."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-4974769882472087312?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4974769882472087312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=4974769882472087312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4974769882472087312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4974769882472087312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/07/put-down-taco-and-walk-away.html' title='Put Down The Taco and Walk Away'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-591294504279089743</id><published>2011-07-27T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:13:33.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions...</title><content type='html'>Well.&amp;nbsp; I had certainly planned on posting a little more frequently, but then life decides to act up and there you are standing in the middle of the living room holding a toilet brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...okay....maybe not as dramatic as that, but still......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......somebody turned 3 and this years' Princess theme was.....Snow White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAoOt4SytM4/Ti_HJdRkE9I/AAAAAAAABEc/tSQBUj640PI/s1600/1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAoOt4SytM4/Ti_HJdRkE9I/AAAAAAAABEc/tSQBUj640PI/s320/1390.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are you melting at the cuteness?!&amp;nbsp; My little love!&amp;nbsp; (and my sister in law, Terri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and speaking of melting.....the party was outside.&amp;nbsp; at a park.&amp;nbsp; where it was 103 degrees.&amp;nbsp; awesome.&amp;nbsp; One would think I'd be skinnier from all the damned sweating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oB43nMYzvUQ/Ti_IECOWqTI/AAAAAAAABEg/PCD-lTNfkUw/s1600/124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oB43nMYzvUQ/Ti_IECOWqTI/AAAAAAAABEg/PCD-lTNfkUw/s320/124.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.....look at me....I look like a tomato....ready to burst.... good grief....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So....is Summer over yet?&amp;nbsp; Because I would really really really like it to be over.&amp;nbsp; It can be any other season, but Mary, Holy Mother of God, let this Summer be over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-591294504279089743?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/591294504279089743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=591294504279089743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/591294504279089743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/591294504279089743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/07/road-to-hell-is-paved-with-good.html' title='The Road to Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAoOt4SytM4/Ti_HJdRkE9I/AAAAAAAABEc/tSQBUj640PI/s72-c/1390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5917735201013248994</id><published>2011-07-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:45:29.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause My Cats Love A Party....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a border="0" href="http://confessionsofaplateaddict.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i748.photobucket.com/albums/xx129/plateaddict/BKbutton3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.....they like the after-party more.... you know....when everybody has left their cake plates on the table....and there's ribbons and confetti everywhere.... BUT, y'all with cats (or pets willing to pretend to be cats?) go see Baby Kitty's birthday party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5917735201013248994?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5917735201013248994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5917735201013248994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5917735201013248994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5917735201013248994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/07/cause-my-cats-love-party.html' title='&apos;Cause My Cats Love A Party....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5964687104917074040</id><published>2011-07-15T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T01:35:41.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey, Buddy...You Gonna Eat That?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7S94vdwcm0/Th_6huuEyTI/AAAAAAAABEY/i9t20f3dXZY/s1600/Rosalitatable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7S94vdwcm0/Th_6huuEyTI/AAAAAAAABEY/i9t20f3dXZY/s320/Rosalitatable.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I brought my plate to the table to join Jesse and Ryan, I glanced at the other end of the table (you know....the spot where we push all the crap that was on the table that we didn't want to clean up..) and there is Rosalita.&amp;nbsp; Staring at Jesse's plate.&amp;nbsp; She wasn't really interested in the potatoes or the corn....but the pork chop?&amp;nbsp; "Mom.&amp;nbsp; Mom.&amp;nbsp; Psst....Mom...is that pork?&amp;nbsp; You know I love pork, Mom....you think maybe....oh wait....I'll wait til Dad leaves the table."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5964687104917074040?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5964687104917074040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5964687104917074040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5964687104917074040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5964687104917074040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-buddyyou-gonna-eat-that.html' title='&quot;Hey, Buddy...You Gonna Eat That?&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7S94vdwcm0/Th_6huuEyTI/AAAAAAAABEY/i9t20f3dXZY/s72-c/Rosalitatable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-873038948263645204</id><published>2011-07-14T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:18:51.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Of The Day</title><content type='html'>I know I am a great big bloggy slacker.... so hopefully I can encourage myself to post at least something more than once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if.....it's just a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnRUsnm3gn4/Th6X89deLNI/AAAAAAAABEU/4WlXmvVh780/s1600/7-14-11Gordo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnRUsnm3gn4/Th6X89deLNI/AAAAAAAABEU/4WlXmvVh780/s320/7-14-11Gordo.jpg" width="320" /&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/2727364687014064930-873038948263645204?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/873038948263645204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=873038948263645204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/873038948263645204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/873038948263645204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/07/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture Of The Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnRUsnm3gn4/Th6X89deLNI/AAAAAAAABEU/4WlXmvVh780/s72-c/7-14-11Gordo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7080145782006498515</id><published>2011-07-12T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:52:00.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XdIBFMlpI0/Thv3Uol45PI/AAAAAAAABEM/eIYH-VA6d8Y/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XdIBFMlpI0/Thv3Uol45PI/AAAAAAAABEM/eIYH-VA6d8Y/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿For Today - July 12, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside My Window. . . it's dark (at 2:30 in the AM)&amp;nbsp;and 82°.&amp;nbsp; Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Thinking. . .about all the things I need to do tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; It seems I'm always lagging lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Grateful. . . for my amazing kids.&amp;nbsp; Man, I love my kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Kitchen . . .chili dogs were dinner....we have so many leftovers from Ryan's party, it's ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what's on the menu for tonight's dinner, but hopefully I don't have to cook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Creating. . . nothing, because I don't have time to create anything.&amp;nbsp; All I do is laundry.&amp;nbsp; 5 loads a day, every day.&amp;nbsp; I'm considering burning everybody's clothes except for two outfits.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Going. . .to PetSmart for cat food.....and also&amp;nbsp;to MILs rehab tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Since she is such a wild sleeper, one of us kids stays with her at night.&amp;nbsp; I'm on duty tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Reading . . . nothing.&amp;nbsp; I did look through my Romantic Homes magazine, but didn't read any of the stories.&amp;nbsp; I need a good book and some time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Hoping . . . .to get through the day without having a nervous breakdown.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Hearing . . .the fan....Jesse snoring (loudly).....the dog licking his foot (STOP IT, ALREADY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around The House . . . meh.&amp;nbsp; Let's skip this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Wearing. . . purple pajamas with coffee sayings on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Thinking . . .about how&amp;nbsp;guilty I feel because I'm always so busy lately.&amp;nbsp;I miss just bummin' with my family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Wondering . . . why my right eye is twitching.&amp;nbsp; That can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Of My Favorite Things. . . is candy.&amp;nbsp; Gahh.....it's the Devil, but I love it.&amp;nbsp; Chocolate, Skittles, Starburst....yay, sugar!&amp;nbsp; (What's &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; favorite Starburst flavor?!&amp;nbsp; Mine's the yellow one!&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;--because 'yellow' is a flavor, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Today's Photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUv09E4eA94/Thv79xJrhVI/AAAAAAAABEQ/KS-yztxCqmk/s1600/P7080172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUv09E4eA94/Thv79xJrhVI/AAAAAAAABEQ/KS-yztxCqmk/s320/P7080172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan's birthday party....a bunch of our family - well...just the kids in this pic - so you can imagine how many people we really had over.&amp;nbsp; Lots of fun....lots of...grown-up drinks.&amp;nbsp; Yay for grown-up drinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So.&amp;nbsp; There's my Daybook!&amp;nbsp; Go see Peggy at &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for more Daybookers!&amp;nbsp; Every time I go to her page, I find another blog to follow!&amp;nbsp; (Because I really NEED more blogs to read?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-7080145782006498515?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7080145782006498515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7080145782006498515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7080145782006498515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7080145782006498515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/07/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XdIBFMlpI0/Thv3Uol45PI/AAAAAAAABEM/eIYH-VA6d8Y/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5763051671847249842</id><published>2011-06-28T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:11:12.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66vre8f2OO4/Tgpd1ot3wjI/AAAAAAAABEE/-TIWA3lhWBU/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66vre8f2OO4/Tgpd1ot3wjI/AAAAAAAABEE/-TIWA3lhWBU/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FOR TODAY - June 28th, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;it's hot and sunny...pretty much the norm for south Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;that after I finish this, I'm gonna go take a hot shower. My back has been aching for the past few days, so hopefully a hot shower will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;being able to be 'just a housewife'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;last week, we had each of the kids (and us) make dinner. 7 people in the family = 7 days of dinners. Whoever made the best dinner won a small cash prize, as well as lunch out and a movie of their choosing. The competition was fierce! There was cake! There was pie! Oh yeah....and real food, too. At the end of the week, everybody voted. The winning meal (by anonymous votes!) was Adrian, who made pasta alfredo, breaded chicken, salad, garlic bread, and cake. The boy is 12 and he kicked some ASS in that kitchen. I'm so proud! We're only doing this every other week or so....but it's nice because I basically get a week off from making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt;denim capris and a purple flowy shirt...and my beloved socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;a laundry/clothes system. We'll see in the coming weeks how smoothly it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;ha! Nothing. I don't have time to read anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;to have an early bed time tonight. I am exhausted allll the frickin' time lately. I don't know what my problem is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt;the hum of the dryer....and the dehumidifier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;it's getting there....slow and steady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;is Diet Coke. It's an addiction I'm okay with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; Psych doc visit tomorrow..("Yep, you're still mentally unstable!&amp;nbsp; Please pay at the front desk!")..couple parties coming up - the MIL (&amp;lt;-still in rehab. It's not going so great.), Ryan, and my brother, Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is picture for thought I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDEN5dBw3jg/TgpeHt3ld4I/AAAAAAAABEI/U-MXgADZ_-8/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDEN5dBw3jg/TgpeHt3ld4I/AAAAAAAABEI/U-MXgADZ_-8/s320/068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my sister, Alaina, me, and Ryan at my niece's 18th birthday party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and there's my Daybook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has more Daybookers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check 'em out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5763051671847249842?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5763051671847249842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5763051671847249842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5763051671847249842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5763051671847249842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-womans-daybook_28.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66vre8f2OO4/Tgpd1ot3wjI/AAAAAAAABEE/-TIWA3lhWBU/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3686421613114998723</id><published>2011-06-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:16:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why We Can't Have A Pig</title><content type='html'>Of all of the animals I've owned, they've all had a favorite food.&amp;nbsp; Sophie will do anything for salami.&amp;nbsp; Rosalita loves cheetoh puffs.&amp;nbsp; Thumper goes crazy for cilantro.&amp;nbsp; Bella, though, is my problem child.&amp;nbsp; The others will wait (and beg a little) for us to give them some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooo.....not Bella....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mx3n9skEbak/Tfqpspr-RaI/AAAAAAAABD0/pr4w0RHD56Q/s1600/b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mx3n9skEbak/Tfqpspr-RaI/AAAAAAAABD0/pr4w0RHD56Q/s320/b1.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Damn it!&amp;nbsp; Who left out the ham?!&amp;nbsp; and why is a slice just on the counter?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JObuk-6uR7Y/TfqpxPUY-EI/AAAAAAAABD4/5HMt6A8jp1I/s1600/b3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JObuk-6uR7Y/TfqpxPUY-EI/AAAAAAAABD4/5HMt6A8jp1I/s320/b3.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and then I looked down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*shakes head*&amp;nbsp; She loves ham.&amp;nbsp; Loves it to the point of trying to eat a ham sandwich that I am actually eating.....like we're eye to eye and she's all "Sharing is caring, Mother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3686421613114998723?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3686421613114998723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3686421613114998723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3686421613114998723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3686421613114998723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-why-we-cant-have-pig.html' title='This Is Why We Can&apos;t Have A Pig'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mx3n9skEbak/Tfqpspr-RaI/AAAAAAAABD0/pr4w0RHD56Q/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-903996898412661822</id><published>2011-06-16T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:49:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sleep Off That Heatstroke and You'll Be Fine!</title><content type='html'>I think one of the reasons I'm kinda down is because I don't look so hot.&amp;nbsp; Why get all pretty to work like a donkey doing housework.&amp;nbsp; I never leave the house anyway, so hair up in a ponytail and some clothes and that is as good as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;Buuut.....Jesse called me saying he was getting out of some class he had been taking earlier.....and asked if I wanted to get out of the house...&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" I said....and pulled out my makeup and started trying to fix up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;"Cool....." he said.&amp;nbsp; "The kids are are the movies so I'll come pick you up and we can go to my mom's rehab place."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooookay - Date Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then says "Are you in a hurry?&amp;nbsp; If not, I'll wash the car...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "Ya....whatever...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets out and starts washing the car.&amp;nbsp; I was not aware that it was going to get to 102 in 30 seconds in the car, but there you are.&amp;nbsp; He washes the engine as well, and we started up the car....and he had gotten water in the engine somewhere so it was sputtering and died three times in 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; "Dang it...." he says.&amp;nbsp; "I wanted to go get some clothes for my mom (loose clothes for her daily therapy)..."&amp;nbsp; I looked at him and said "You just told me I couldn't have $15.00 for a shirt, but we were going to go shopping and buy your mom a few outfits?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...oooooookay.&amp;nbsp; Date Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turn around and head back home.&amp;nbsp; After we get settled, he says "Why don't you go take a nap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from nap to find LJS on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I had a frozen strawberry margarita in my hand.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-903996898412661822?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/903996898412661822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=903996898412661822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/903996898412661822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/903996898412661822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-sleep-off-that-heatstroke-and.html' title='Just Sleep Off That Heatstroke and You&apos;ll Be Fine!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1694409624370378081</id><published>2011-06-14T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T00:12:30.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUb6P1zncfM/TfcJLJ4vijI/AAAAAAAABDw/wUjsGB7TF-w/s1600/I_Are_Sad_Cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUb6P1zncfM/TfcJLJ4vijI/AAAAAAAABDw/wUjsGB7TF-w/s320/I_Are_Sad_Cat.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm in a funk and I can't shake it.&amp;nbsp; The majority of my postings lately have been pretty mediocre at best.&amp;nbsp; Ugh....I'm just....sad.&amp;nbsp; I guess an increase in the meds will help me not care, but for now.....meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-1694409624370378081?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1694409624370378081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1694409624370378081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1694409624370378081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1694409624370378081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/06/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUb6P1zncfM/TfcJLJ4vijI/AAAAAAAABDw/wUjsGB7TF-w/s72-c/I_Are_Sad_Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6488281473430422327</id><published>2011-06-07T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:52:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz0JEYu3vnw/Te3kTB-vlsI/AAAAAAAABDo/brna7DXI_TM/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz0JEYu3vnw/Te3kTB-vlsI/AAAAAAAABDo/brna7DXI_TM/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today - June 7, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's dark and humid. Considering it's 3:20 AM, this is the norm. I'm not looking forward to when the sun comes up, though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I am stress eating. Bad bad bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;radio stations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; shortie pajamas with coffee sayings all over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; reading is grabbed here and there lately. Busy days lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; something someone said to me. (or rather - about me) What was said was uncalled for. Now, I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; vindictive, but I will carry this grudge with me forever. Y'all know how many meds I take....and I STILL felt rage. Rage. Scary, out-of-control, fuck you up kind of rage. (haha...all Drita from MobWives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to eat myself sick right now. Stress eating is a bad thing in more than one way....bleh....I need Tums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; magazines. eh....it's light reading. I doubt I could get into a real book right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that I will find a way to stay calm and sweet-as-honey-pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is something about a paintball gun and a non-moving target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; everything is fine until stupid people open their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;Freedom of speech is the freedom to speak freely without censorship. The synonymous term freedom of expression is sometimes used to indicate not only freedom of verbal speech but any act of seeking, receiving and imparting information or ideas, regardless of the medium used.&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; tamales, rice, and beans this evening......I dunno what I'm making for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; a new room mate has been added. My FIL is staying here. I like it. (although, my sister is having a hard time with the 'mexican rules of life'.) I love hearing his humming as he putters around the house.....and I like how he calls me beautiful, even though I really look like a hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things is&lt;/strong&gt; cuddling with my dog. *sigh* I need more cuddles in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UH9Q6JA-MM/Te3mLSkdBHI/AAAAAAAABDs/DDDBHHZgvDI/s1600/z014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UH9Q6JA-MM/Te3mLSkdBHI/AAAAAAAABDs/DDDBHHZgvDI/s320/z014.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep.&amp;nbsp; Seagull porn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my (odd) Daybook for this week.&amp;nbsp; More Daybookin' here:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6488281473430422327?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6488281473430422327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6488281473430422327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6488281473430422327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6488281473430422327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz0JEYu3vnw/Te3kTB-vlsI/AAAAAAAABDo/brna7DXI_TM/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8863179335091660769</id><published>2011-05-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:12:29.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mecoRJUOM/Tdvx5LZiBWI/AAAAAAAABDY/MOfh2IoHv_8/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mecoRJUOM/Tdvx5LZiBWI/AAAAAAAABDY/MOfh2IoHv_8/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today - May 24, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's still and hot.&amp;nbsp; So.&amp;nbsp; very.&amp;nbsp; hot.&amp;nbsp; 90 degrees right now.&amp;nbsp; and it's only May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I am pretty sure I have a cavity or two.&amp;nbsp; I ate an M&amp;amp;M and my tooth twinged.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; these goofy animals of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; clothes. No naked posting for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; we're reading like it was our job!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, wait.....it kinda is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; last week, I was looking through a catalog with outdoor statues and such. There were the cutest life sized lambs on one of the pages. The little ad bubble said "Adorable accents!" and I thought "What? Accents? Scottish? I thought they were just......oh. Accents like decoration." Haha....I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to go out to eat! (I say that with conviction, but you watch....Jesse will come home and tell me no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; not much. My eyes have been kind of crazy lately. I need an eye exam and new prescription for glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that I will muster up some willpower and lose some weight. I don't need to be carting around this big caboose any more. (like I needed to before?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is this chronic, terminal, everlasting, here-for-life pain. Y'all....my back got so jacked up, I went in to the doc. After he said "Yes, welcome to the old folks club...." he gave me a big burny shot in the boo-tay. It was not fun at all. It wasn't even fun when the pain reliever kicked in, because I was hobbling around bent over and mumbling to myself 'oh....ow....ow....ow....I'm ok......I'm ok....ow....' It took 5 days before I noticed the pain lessen. Seriously.....can't they just make a narcotic IV drip for home use? I promise I won't abuse it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; I have been quiet. Everybody thinks I'm upset or something. I'm not. I'm just slightly unstable. Eh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; Speaking of the supposed Rapture - One of my sisters' friends commented on her Facebook - "I don't want to get taken by the raptors!" *sigh* This is our future, people. Y'all may think he was making a joke, but sadly, he was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; loaded potato soup last night.... bleh....I don't want to cook today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; I know I always say the house is a mess, but y'all....I am as serious as a heart attack.....it looks like a damn bomb went off in here. Adding two more kids (my brother and sister) generates an unbelievable amount of mess! (Yes, they 'help'....and there is a chore board, but since my mom really didn't teach them basic skills like cleaning up after yourself or serving others before yourself, this whole 'work to benefit the whole family' concept is fairly foreign to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is walking in a house and smelling PineSol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM02G_aE9mI/Tdvx9OZakTI/AAAAAAAABDc/FTe_oVqPGhM/s1600/alex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM02G_aE9mI/Tdvx9OZakTI/AAAAAAAABDc/FTe_oVqPGhM/s320/alex.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Y'all see that Chicken Fried Steak?!&amp;nbsp; Bigger than his head and he ate it all and asked me if I was gonna finish my plate!&amp;nbsp; (Bud Jones for anybody who wants to know where we were eating!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCfmK3O2aHA/TdvyX3bLFrI/AAAAAAAABDk/VfwK6HjhQ_U/s1600/chacha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCfmK3O2aHA/TdvyX3bLFrI/AAAAAAAABDk/VfwK6HjhQ_U/s320/chacha.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Ryan for this picture.&amp;nbsp; She's a horrible mother.&amp;nbsp; :-D&amp;nbsp; Poor Cha Cha wouldn't even move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there we are....my Daybook completed!&amp;nbsp; Here's where there's moreeeeee - &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8863179335091660769?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8863179335091660769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8863179335091660769&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8863179335091660769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8863179335091660769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-womans-daybook_24.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mecoRJUOM/Tdvx5LZiBWI/AAAAAAAABDY/MOfh2IoHv_8/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5987452756509683947</id><published>2011-05-19T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T18:38:38.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day At The Feeder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keyBo33gTyk/TdXE1Y8AVJI/AAAAAAAABDE/cUlSNcvU_zw/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keyBo33gTyk/TdXE1Y8AVJI/AAAAAAAABDE/cUlSNcvU_zw/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....this was today's new bird.&amp;nbsp; So cute!&amp;nbsp; This is the first year I've had a good variety of birds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0XtM0m54S8/TdXFNYYSAJI/AAAAAAAABDI/iAYK5ieXua8/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0XtM0m54S8/TdXFNYYSAJI/AAAAAAAABDI/iAYK5ieXua8/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly these two are married.&amp;nbsp; Hee hee heeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mama Sparrow brought her 5 babies to the feeder a few days ago.... and then I noticed that the mockingbird wasn't being as aggressive, so I'm guessing their babies flew the nest, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I never in my life thought I'd be one of 'those' people with a bunch of birds in my backyard...and me there with a camera trying to get a good shot of them.&amp;nbsp; But.....now....I kinda like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Besides, right now I need &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; calming in my insane life.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5987452756509683947?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5987452756509683947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5987452756509683947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5987452756509683947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5987452756509683947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-day-at-feeder.html' title='Another Day At The Feeder...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keyBo33gTyk/TdXE1Y8AVJI/AAAAAAAABDE/cUlSNcvU_zw/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8521045981182251130</id><published>2011-05-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:47:12.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Feeder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wV2_fhKQYhs/Tc73dZOTUII/AAAAAAAABDA/_BwekxogBtI/s1600/redwingedblackbird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wV2_fhKQYhs/Tc73dZOTUII/AAAAAAAABDA/_BwekxogBtI/s320/redwingedblackbird.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.....today, a red winged blackbird showed up.&amp;nbsp; The mockingbird was none too pleased, and made it known.&amp;nbsp; Bird drama.&amp;nbsp; The sparrows and resident pigeon just sat and watched the show.&amp;nbsp; "Popcorn, anybody?&amp;nbsp; Popcorrrrrnnnnnn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....another day in the life.&amp;nbsp; Somebody is always complaining to somebody else..."Did you eat my food?!&amp;nbsp; That's MY shirt!.....etc."&amp;nbsp; It's not very different in the bird world, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8521045981182251130?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8521045981182251130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8521045981182251130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8521045981182251130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8521045981182251130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-feeder.html' title='At The Feeder...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wV2_fhKQYhs/Tc73dZOTUII/AAAAAAAABDA/_BwekxogBtI/s72-c/redwingedblackbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5225828398171084850</id><published>2011-05-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:16:14.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds</title><content type='html'>Yes, just like the movie.&amp;nbsp; Those birds in my back yard have been incessantly squawking and flapping at the dogs.&amp;nbsp; (One of them got Sancho in the hiney.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;thought it was hilarious.&amp;nbsp; He, however, did not.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5rWAe_QwRU/TciQ_nkphFI/AAAAAAAABC4/5b0uBQmTPMY/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5rWAe_QwRU/TciQ_nkphFI/AAAAAAAABC4/5b0uBQmTPMY/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5TPBp16PV4/TciRDwPP1mI/AAAAAAAABC8/2jt1RY3AFlY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5TPBp16PV4/TciRDwPP1mI/AAAAAAAABC8/2jt1RY3AFlY/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of bird is this?!&amp;nbsp; I've been setting out some cracked corn and apple chunks, which they've liked, but it'd be nice to find out what else they prefer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5225828398171084850?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5225828398171084850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5225828398171084850&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5225828398171084850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5225828398171084850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/birds.html' title='The Birds'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5rWAe_QwRU/TciQ_nkphFI/AAAAAAAABC4/5b0uBQmTPMY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8849180288971339210</id><published>2011-05-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:30:31.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>I KNOW!&amp;nbsp; I haven't done a Daybook in forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Daybook picture though....I'm using the kidlet's computer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today&lt;/strong&gt;, the 2nd of May, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's dark and chilly. Two days ago it was 90 degrees. Today I had a long sleeved shirt on. I love it! Anything over 80s and I hate my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that the smell of the chicken I made for dinner is grossing me out. (chicken to go with the alfredo. It was good at dinner time, but Ryan just got home and warmed some up. Blerg...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; cake. Oh, lovely wonderful cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; black tight capris and a red long sleeved pull over. and socks! yay, socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; last week I was cleaning the kitchen at my mom's house. While you're cleaning, you don't notice the cleanliness.....but then you stop and look up and it's like "holy hell! I went alllll beast in that kitchen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; probably nowhere, but who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; bah...who has time for reading anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; I'm able to figure out why the hell the bird outside has been squawking and diving at the dog all day and night.&amp;nbsp; Good gravy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is that my brother made up an excuse to go out somewhere because he heard me say I wanted a brownie or cake from the bakery and Jesse was all "Nahhh....I don't want to go.....you don't need cake anyway!" and now, I am eating the most fabulous fudgy chocolatey brownie. :) awww....Tyler lurves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; I'm ready for bed earlier and earlier lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "You live by the cake, you die by the cake!" -Gabriel Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; I made chicken alfredo tonight, but Jesse and Alaina also warmed up last nights' potato soup. Alaina said "omg....this is so frickin' delicious!" :) I said "It's delicious because Mom never cooked and home cooked food is better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; my house is immaculately clean! *pause* AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; would be this super awesome brownie I'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my nephew, Andy's 18th birthday, so we took him to Big Lou's pizza.&amp;nbsp; 42 inch pizza.&amp;nbsp; and we ate it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mINQ4gKBVM/Tb9xqH0LRnI/AAAAAAAABC0/ZOZRdOed8nA/s1600/101_1872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;and then, as you know, no birthday with us would be complete without some cake-in-the-face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8849180288971339210?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8849180288971339210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8849180288971339210&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8849180288971339210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8849180288971339210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mINQ4gKBVM/Tb9xqH0LRnI/AAAAAAAABC0/ZOZRdOed8nA/s72-c/101_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3703451020084543987</id><published>2011-04-28T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:18:45.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Chickens In The Coop</title><content type='html'>So.&amp;nbsp; In the past few weeks, my computer crapped out (fixed now)....&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I'm adjusting to life as it is now.&amp;nbsp; My brother and sister have moved in with us for now.&amp;nbsp; My brother is staying til we're able to clean up my mom's house.&amp;nbsp; My sister is staying longer.&amp;nbsp; Two years, she says.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I've been going over to my mom's house a couple times a week to clean up - because my mom was a hoarder.&amp;nbsp; If you've seen those shows on TV, you know what I'm seeing.&amp;nbsp; It's not as bad as those on TV, but bad is bad either way.&amp;nbsp; She never let us throw anything away.&amp;nbsp; She saved clothing tags, for petes sake.&amp;nbsp; She had clothing 2 feet high in her whole room.&amp;nbsp; I was slightly worried something was hiding in there waiting to kill me.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, the only thing I found was a dead mouse, which my brother kindly disposed of.&amp;nbsp; ....chugging along with that, at any rate.&amp;nbsp; We've started ripping up the carpets and getting ready to paint.&amp;nbsp; A lifetime of smoking ruined the house, really.&amp;nbsp; Oy....I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blah blah blah Easter blah blah blah and then blah blah.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;You know?!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; We had a night time egg hunt...so the kids had to make sure what they picked up was a 'gift' from the Easter bunny and not a 'gift' from the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNcl2LBdCQQ/TbnzZGuy_WI/AAAAAAAABCo/1IjxhTXPrz4/s1600/101_1737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNcl2LBdCQQ/TbnzZGuy_WI/AAAAAAAABCo/1IjxhTXPrz4/s320/101_1737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;confetti eggs.&amp;nbsp; Everybody gets the most joy from cracking the eggs on me for some reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zsl_CyrwldQ/Tbnzwki2kAI/AAAAAAAABCs/9AAgArR8mDY/s1600/101_1805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zsl_CyrwldQ/Tbnzwki2kAI/AAAAAAAABCs/9AAgArR8mDY/s320/101_1805.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thumper thinks he is way cuter than the Cadbury bunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So with the proclaimation that I am, indeed, alive...I'll end this post.....because I have dinner to cook.&amp;nbsp; Two extra teenagers in the house...can y'all imagine?&amp;nbsp; Jesse said "I thought when we got older, we'd have kids moving out....not moving in!"&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I kinda like having more chickens in the nest, though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3703451020084543987?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3703451020084543987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3703451020084543987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3703451020084543987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3703451020084543987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-chickens-in-coop.html' title='More Chickens In The Coop'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNcl2LBdCQQ/TbnzZGuy_WI/AAAAAAAABCo/1IjxhTXPrz4/s72-c/101_1737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5204487403625346708</id><published>2011-04-06T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:27:11.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Comes The Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my niece, Anzaya, is here visiting for the week (from Indiana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;she's a burst of sunshine just when we needed it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai4AIe_Wagk/TZ1KQPfBzdI/AAAAAAAABCg/a1ppHE4Jt0o/s1600/%2560prettygirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai4AIe_Wagk/TZ1KQPfBzdI/AAAAAAAABCg/a1ppHE4Jt0o/s320/%2560prettygirl.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03mt5nHTOTE/TZ1KXcCl1MI/AAAAAAAABCk/PaFtK3TvbA0/s1600/%2560meNanzaya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03mt5nHTOTE/TZ1KXcCl1MI/AAAAAAAABCk/PaFtK3TvbA0/s320/%2560meNanzaya.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;she's also my goddaughter, so she's a little extra special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and....her idea of fun and my idea of fun are much the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;shopping in air conditioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;although, today we went to Calaveras Lake and got a tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(some of us got burned, but whatever...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so....eating and shopping are on the agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5204487403625346708?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5204487403625346708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5204487403625346708&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5204487403625346708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5204487403625346708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-comes-sunshine.html' title='In Comes The Sunshine...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai4AIe_Wagk/TZ1KQPfBzdI/AAAAAAAABCg/a1ppHE4Jt0o/s72-c/%2560prettygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-808657525133778624</id><published>2011-03-24T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:21:41.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep...That Pretty Much Sums It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JESMyBpAEh0/TYuLgaLbEvI/AAAAAAAABCc/cc4IHZ27frU/s1600/rosalita1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JESMyBpAEh0/TYuLgaLbEvI/AAAAAAAABCc/cc4IHZ27frU/s320/rosalita1.jpg" width="319" /&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/2727364687014064930-808657525133778624?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/808657525133778624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=808657525133778624&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/808657525133778624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/808657525133778624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/03/yepthat-pretty-much-sums-it-up.html' title='Yep...That Pretty Much Sums It Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JESMyBpAEh0/TYuLgaLbEvI/AAAAAAAABCc/cc4IHZ27frU/s72-c/rosalita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6186230941923222557</id><published>2011-03-21T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:35:31.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebony &amp; Ivory....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AUh7eHpN5IE/TYgQ7U-MueI/AAAAAAAABCY/bzZgmFE6PeY/s1600/jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AUh7eHpN5IE/TYgQ7U-MueI/AAAAAAAABCY/bzZgmFE6PeY/s1600/jesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start this post, I should say I'm not even remotely racial.....and I'll mess with anybody.&amp;nbsp; Everybody is fair game to me.....because I don't say anything with malicious intent.&amp;nbsp; That being said.....y'all know I'm white.&amp;nbsp; Y'all know Jesse is Mexican....and that San Antonio is predominantly Hispanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this post begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse is a cautious consumer. He researches everyyyyything. He's gotta get the best price and all that jazz. He called around to quite a few places to get the best price for my moms' cremation. After 2 days of intense searching, he found a place that did everything for about $800. We had to show up there to sign paperwork. It was downtown, which here in San Antonio, can be questionable. As we pull in the parking lot, there's a white 50s style hearse. ooooookay. We walked in, and this younger black lady comes out of the reception office. We tell her we have a 3:00 appt, and she says ok and leads us to a waiting room. As we pass the conference room, we pass 8 black women who stop all their talking and look at us. ooooookay. We sit down on the sofa in the waiting room, and I look up at the art work as one usually does. "Oh....a little black girl writing a story.....awww....". My eye travels to the right....."Oh...a tribal woman carrying her baby on hr back....awww....". A little more to the right..."IS THAT A BLACK JESUS WEARING A CROWN OF THORNS?! WHAT THE.......ARE YOU SERIOUS, JESSE?!?!?!" Then a black guy comes through and tells us the director will be with us shortly. I smile and say 'okay...' and then look at Jesse and shake my head. THENNNNN we start smelling something that is just not right. I hear somebody says that so-n-so is warming up their lunch. Good god....wth are they eating?! Pickled pig feet?!&amp;nbsp; (&amp;lt;--and I've eaten those before!)&amp;nbsp;The director (also black.....are we seeing a theme here?) comes and gets us and does the paperwork for us. All the while, I can see my idiot husband trying not to laugh like a damn fool. We finally leave and I'm just quietly shaking my head in the car and Jesse says "Your mom is going to haunt me for the rest of my life." I said "Nah....she likes black people, although, she probably would've been happier to have a Fillipino funeral home...." "Oh yeah..." he says. "Wasn't she into that one black guy at her work?" I said "Okay, this conversation is getting awkward and you are trying to divert the conversation from the fact that we are in the ghetto, where my mother is going to be dropped off. Those people are going to open her transport bag and be like 'WHAT?! That's a WHITE woman! Did we get the wrong person?!' and then they're going to take her back and she'll be laying there in the morgue for all eternity!" Jesse says "....and you're saying I'm the dramatic one?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6186230941923222557?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6186230941923222557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6186230941923222557&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6186230941923222557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6186230941923222557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ebony-ivory.html' title='Ebony &amp; Ivory....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AUh7eHpN5IE/TYgQ7U-MueI/AAAAAAAABCY/bzZgmFE6PeY/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3312928659683305739</id><published>2011-03-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:41:14.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day By Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4KOf-hvBSNg/TYGPk7hHPxI/AAAAAAAABCU/dmuzJKtps4Y/s1600/sad_angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4KOf-hvBSNg/TYGPk7hHPxI/AAAAAAAABCU/dmuzJKtps4Y/s320/sad_angel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for those of you following along here&amp;nbsp;and wondering if I was going to update.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my mom passed away on March 14th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was prepared for it in the rational sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was not prepared for it in the physical sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was there when she passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad I was because I was there for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, it wasn't something I want to repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day by day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3312928659683305739?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3312928659683305739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3312928659683305739&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3312928659683305739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3312928659683305739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-by-day.html' title='Day By Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4KOf-hvBSNg/TYGPk7hHPxI/AAAAAAAABCU/dmuzJKtps4Y/s72-c/sad_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6552385931051304541</id><published>2011-03-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:21:53.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Ya Gonna Do....</title><content type='html'>.....but get up every day and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&amp;nbsp; No, I haven't blogged much at all lately.&amp;nbsp; Eh.&amp;nbsp; Life gets in the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom.....eesh...my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go down the list.....lung cancer, colon cancer, bone cancer, heart failure, respiratory distress (and a trach tube), and about 12 wires or tubes coming out of her for various things.&amp;nbsp; She's been transferred to about 6 floors so far.....well, ICU twice, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&amp;nbsp; Because she never went to the doctor, smoked for 40some years,&amp;nbsp;and never took care of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....that leaves me (me.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*) to tell my 18 year old brother and 21 year old sister something they hoped they would never have to hear......that their (my) mom has incurable cancer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is keep chugging along, I suppose.&amp;nbsp; Who wants to trade lives with me today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6552385931051304541?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6552385931051304541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6552385931051304541&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6552385931051304541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6552385931051304541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-ya-gonna-do.html' title='What Are Ya Gonna Do....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3437225848340284560</id><published>2011-02-18T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:18:20.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only He Had Thumbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sPOdeNVHWMk/TV7he-4q3fI/AAAAAAAABCQ/OFhqy_xhCXU/s1600/8-4-10+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sPOdeNVHWMk/TV7he-4q3fI/AAAAAAAABCQ/OFhqy_xhCXU/s320/8-4-10+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, I was upstairs, and noticed all the dogs weren't up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I texted Jesse:&amp;nbsp; "Sancho?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He wrote back:&amp;nbsp; "No.&amp;nbsp; This is Jesse."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*blink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote back:&amp;nbsp; "Will you let my hairy boyfriend inside?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He writes:&amp;nbsp; "Ohhh....okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3437225848340284560?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3437225848340284560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3437225848340284560&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3437225848340284560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3437225848340284560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-he-had-thumbs.html' title='If Only He Had Thumbs'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sPOdeNVHWMk/TV7he-4q3fI/AAAAAAAABCQ/OFhqy_xhCXU/s72-c/8-4-10+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7159000349449793342</id><published>2011-02-16T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:12:24.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-V-Day PSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(ha.&amp;nbsp; I rhyme.&amp;nbsp; Look out, Eminem.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrY8_ByU6fE/TVwS5BDDTtI/AAAAAAAABCM/vDxUKkxRAUk/s1600/vIMG00608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrY8_ByU6fE/TVwS5BDDTtI/AAAAAAAABCM/vDxUKkxRAUk/s320/vIMG00608.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No matter how much of a good idea it seems at the time, do not consume an entire mini cheesecake in one day.&amp;nbsp; just don't.&amp;nbsp; no good can come from it.&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-7159000349449793342?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7159000349449793342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7159000349449793342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7159000349449793342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7159000349449793342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-v-day-psa.html' title='Post-V-Day PSA'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrY8_ByU6fE/TVwS5BDDTtI/AAAAAAAABCM/vDxUKkxRAUk/s72-c/vIMG00608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3273847442878005992</id><published>2011-02-14T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:24:12.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Strong Stomach...</title><content type='html'>...and this post is proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Jesse bought Adrian a corn dog maker.&amp;nbsp; It bakes the corn dogs instead of frying them, and you can put in a healthier hot dog, so okay....fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I told Adrian he could try and make them on his own.&amp;nbsp; I was on the couch, so if something caught fire, I could help, but otherwise.....y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there he is....my sweet boy....so proud of himself making himself dinner.&amp;nbsp; He even made extra for everyone else!&amp;nbsp; Since Jesse and Alex were at the store (getting St.&amp;nbsp;Valentines goodies), he served me one first.&amp;nbsp; Then he got a plate for Ryan.&amp;nbsp; We waited for ours to cool, but he went ahead and started eating.&amp;nbsp; Ryan and I took a bite at the same time.&amp;nbsp; She spit hers out.&amp;nbsp; My eyeball twitched, but I chewed it on down and gave my boy a slightly strangled smile and said "Baby....please stop eating that...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple seconds later, Jesse walked in the door....grabbed a corn dog and took a big bite.&amp;nbsp; Thennnnn he choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adrian..." he said.&amp;nbsp; "Come show me how you made them....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian was there saying "See?&amp;nbsp; almost all the package of cornbread mix.....this much sugar...etc....and a fourth of salt...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A fourth of salt?&amp;nbsp; Which kind of fourth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows us the ONE FOURTH OF A CUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse looks at him....."Ohhh.....where is that in the recipe?", so Adrian shows him.&amp;nbsp; Thennnnn Jesse says "....that says a fourth of a teaspoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian looks at it and says "Oh.&amp;nbsp; Well.&amp;nbsp; Bologna sandwiches for everybody!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3273847442878005992?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3273847442878005992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3273847442878005992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3273847442878005992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3273847442878005992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-strong-stomach.html' title='I Have A Strong Stomach...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-519871429394921688</id><published>2011-02-11T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:04:14.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It May Be Cold Outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_xs6R7yhas/TVWViNE8haI/AAAAAAAABCI/nntnDC823TQ/s1600/IMG00604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_xs6R7yhas/TVWViNE8haI/AAAAAAAABCI/nntnDC823TQ/s320/IMG00604.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...but Rosalita is enjoying the heating pad set to High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I know....ridiculous spoiled cat....but her immune system isn't as strong as it could be, so I try to treat her a little special.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-519871429394921688?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/519871429394921688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=519871429394921688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/519871429394921688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/519871429394921688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-may-be-cold-outside.html' title='It May Be Cold Outside...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_xs6R7yhas/TVWViNE8haI/AAAAAAAABCI/nntnDC823TQ/s72-c/IMG00604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6820109004737039</id><published>2011-02-06T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:55:05.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morphine - the Comic Relief Drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TU8Ina42K4I/AAAAAAAABCE/UeqbZKj-cKI/s1600/cat-smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TU8Ina42K4I/AAAAAAAABCE/UeqbZKj-cKI/s1600/cat-smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(image from google - this isn't my cat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, as y'all know, my mom is (still) in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and...she's feeling pretty good with that morphine clicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I put together a few comments that have&amp;nbsp;lightened the mood in the hospital room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*My mom: "The doctor was here talking to me and I had everything organized, and then I got stupid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ryan was reading the posters hanging in the room and said "It says they have rapid response here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom: It looks yellow, but if you look close, you can see a pattern......of a bathing suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was putting lotion on my mom's hands (because sometimes she forgets if anybody has been there to see her, so I put lotion on her hands and tell her "If your hands smell good, you know I was there.") and I said 'you gotta smell good for these doctors if you're trying to land one of 'em.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "As much poking on me as that doctor's done, I'm pretty sure we're married by now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6820109004737039?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6820109004737039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6820109004737039&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6820109004737039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6820109004737039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/morphine-comic-relief-drug.html' title='Morphine - the Comic Relief Drug'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TU8Ina42K4I/AAAAAAAABCE/UeqbZKj-cKI/s72-c/cat-smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8418162561249102520</id><published>2011-02-02T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:24:52.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...It was 78°....and then today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUnWNkSmMQI/AAAAAAAABB4/AGdnqQFHTLM/s1600/cold3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUnWNkSmMQI/AAAAAAAABB4/AGdnqQFHTLM/s320/cold3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUnWG9TzWCI/AAAAAAAABBw/Koe0yyDGikM/s1600/cold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUnWG9TzWCI/AAAAAAAABBw/Koe0yyDGikM/s320/cold.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how are my birds supposed to bathe?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUnWKgzpVCI/AAAAAAAABB0/er69vKy3KGY/s1600/cold2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUnWKgzpVCI/AAAAAAAABB0/er69vKy3KGY/s320/cold2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...although Sancho is laying out there like it's the Bahamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8418162561249102520?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8418162561249102520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8418162561249102520&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8418162561249102520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8418162561249102520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-days-ago.html' title='Two Days Ago...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUnWNkSmMQI/AAAAAAAABB4/AGdnqQFHTLM/s72-c/cold3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-2231639293891090060</id><published>2011-02-01T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:54:10.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUhUJqsBX2I/AAAAAAAABBk/_1YuRc80T-Q/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUhUJqsBX2I/AAAAAAAABBk/_1YuRc80T-Q/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's sunny and cold. Well...cold-ish. It's not cold til the wind blows. The weather idiots here are getting all hyped up. "19 degrees! Possible snow!" Seriously, you fools? I have been psyched out by you too many times to even care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; about this past week or two. They've been....challenging. My mom's been in the hospital for almost a week now. When she went in to the hospital, it was for an outpatient thing - fluid on her lungs. Drain it, give her meds, send her home the next day. Well. One operation turned into 2 that turned into 3 that turned into "Oh, by the way, the pet scan we did yesterday shows a lot of cancer...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that they gave my mom that morphine clicker so she can get almost instant pain relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; I'll let y'all guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; lots of reading...little bit of math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; when Jesse and I were at the hospital and my mom was all out there feeling pretty good and she was talking some crazy shit, and she says "I'll never remember anything that happened in the past few days, I'm so stupid...." and Jesse says "Don't worry about that, Diane. Where did you hide the money?" Hahaha....idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere today that I know of... There'll be more hospital visits, though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; hospital paperwork, retirement paperwork, bills paperwork. Lather, rinse, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is that I've got a brother (18) and sister (20) who are looking to me to see if I'm freaking out, then they should be freaking out. NO FREAKING OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUhUEoajHiI/AAAAAAAABBg/NUxFgL3TiIo/s1600/ShabbyBlogsKeepCalm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUhUEoajHiI/AAAAAAAABBg/NUxFgL3TiIo/s1600/ShabbyBlogsKeepCalm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; my morning (give me a break here) coffee is not delicious today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; eesh. so many words....everything is just on instant replay in my brain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; chicken stir fry last night, beef vegetable soup tonight. think I'll make a cake or something for the kids....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; I'm cleaning. Eh. It's a distraction....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is people watching. I've done a lot of it while I've been hanging out at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUhT5Fv2g_I/AAAAAAAABBc/ohDeYRsWKxI/s1600/IMG00571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUhT5Fv2g_I/AAAAAAAABBc/ohDeYRsWKxI/s320/IMG00571.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;....there's somthing wrong with these two....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and there's the Daybook for today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has more!!&amp;nbsp; Check it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-2231639293891090060?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2231639293891090060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=2231639293891090060&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2231639293891090060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2231639293891090060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/02/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUhUJqsBX2I/AAAAAAAABBk/_1YuRc80T-Q/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-2484767576315390141</id><published>2011-01-27T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:03:44.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUHdNl9h7yI/AAAAAAAABBY/y9ncb42qutg/s1600/sad-cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUHdNl9h7yI/AAAAAAAABBY/y9ncb42qutg/s320/sad-cat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I, much like this cat, have not been feelin' it lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-2484767576315390141?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2484767576315390141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=2484767576315390141&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2484767576315390141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2484767576315390141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TUHdNl9h7yI/AAAAAAAABBY/y9ncb42qutg/s72-c/sad-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6355735113053158830</id><published>2011-01-20T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:04:08.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If There Was Snow, I'd Be Snowed In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha...duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went outside to throw away the garbage into the big bin and got my eyeballs just about dried out.&amp;nbsp; The wind gusts out there are insane!&amp;nbsp; So, when I came back inside, I checked our weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTh4QfmxDeI/AAAAAAAABBU/j5M1AQ7cPQ4/s1600/Jan202011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTh4QfmxDeI/AAAAAAAABBU/j5M1AQ7cPQ4/s320/Jan202011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Windy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How's that for obvious?&amp;nbsp; Thank you, Weather Channel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hee hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6355735113053158830?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6355735113053158830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6355735113053158830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6355735113053158830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6355735113053158830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-there-was-snow-id-be-snowed-in.html' title='If There Was Snow, I&apos;d Be Snowed In!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTh4QfmxDeI/AAAAAAAABBU/j5M1AQ7cPQ4/s72-c/Jan202011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6740186920958905429</id><published>2011-01-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:40:18.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTXg3p-BCnI/AAAAAAAABBM/LzbT2byqrwU/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTXg3p-BCnI/AAAAAAAABBM/LzbT2byqrwU/s200/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today&lt;/strong&gt; - January 18th, 2011﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's very sunny and a little cool.&amp;nbsp; The past two or three days were cold and cloudy and drizzly, so I suppose it was time for a little sun.&amp;nbsp; (That was convincing, wasn't it?)&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Update :&amp;nbsp; It's 3:30 PM and 72 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Time to air out the house and open the doors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I should get it in gear and start cleaning, but ugh....I don't wanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; the little things in life.&amp;nbsp; A joke shared with a friend... soft kleenex... puppy kisses....(speaking of puppies, I was at the pet store the other day buying some stuff for the rabbit and of course, I had to wander over to the puppies.&amp;nbsp; Can you believe they wanted $3,500 for an English Bulldog puppy?!&amp;nbsp; What the....it's a &lt;em&gt;dog&lt;/em&gt;, not a child!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; denim capris, t shirt, thin sweatshirt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;SEX-AY!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; that boy is still asleep!&amp;nbsp; What the heck does he do at night that he sleeps this much?!&amp;nbsp; Geeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; two nights ago, I'm there in bd, watching TV and eating cheese and crackers.&amp;nbsp; I had just stuffed a cracker in my mouth when a commercial came on.&amp;nbsp; "Are you overweight?!&amp;nbsp; Are you just sitting there doing nothing about it?!"&amp;nbsp; I choked on my cracker laughing....woke up Jesse....who proceeded to laugh about it, too.&amp;nbsp; Stupid TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to go peel those eggs I just boiled.&amp;nbsp; aaaaaand that's my excitement for today.&amp;nbsp; (GAHHHHHH......I let the water in the eggs boil down!&amp;nbsp; dammit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; Romantic Homes.&amp;nbsp; I love me some pretties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; Ryan has a good day at school.&amp;nbsp; Today started the new semester.&amp;nbsp; "Now, play nice with the other girls and boys and remember, you're not looking for Mr. Right, just Mr. Right Now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; why in the world my cat is yowling.&amp;nbsp; She's just sitting there in the middle of the living room yowling.&amp;nbsp; It's not like she's calling the other cats.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't even &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; the other cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; a ridiculous amount of people do not have a sense of humor.&amp;nbsp; Ugh....crabby people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; there's some hard boiled eggs and a bunch of dirty dishes.&amp;nbsp; Such is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; it's a mess, okay?!&amp;nbsp; How many times must I admit this?!&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; Jesse had last week off.....so you know....chores and stuff get forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is when Jesse comes home from work and the dogs are on the couch.&amp;nbsp; He stops and looks at them.&amp;nbsp; They look at him.&amp;nbsp; Then they look at me.&amp;nbsp; Then back at him.&amp;nbsp; Then they slink off the couch and give him a dirty look.&amp;nbsp; Every.&amp;nbsp; Single.&amp;nbsp; Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTXobGPJYeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/UQeFrzQCRe4/s1600/P1150607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTXobGPJYeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/UQeFrzQCRe4/s320/P1150607.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Monster Jam.&amp;nbsp; The kids had pit passes, so they got to go down and take pictures and stuff.&amp;nbsp; Alex's favorite was the Ninja Turtle truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and there is another 5 minutes of your life you'll never get back.&amp;nbsp; Sorry about that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More Daybookin' here:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&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/2727364687014064930-6740186920958905429?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6740186920958905429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6740186920958905429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6740186920958905429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6740186920958905429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple-womans-daybook_18.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTXg3p-BCnI/AAAAAAAABBM/LzbT2byqrwU/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-45979027620359332</id><published>2011-01-15T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:58:26.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Outside, Warm Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My kids are here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTIJnl1U02I/AAAAAAAABBE/teOA0n-my9Y/s1600/%2560IMG00503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTIJnl1U02I/AAAAAAAABBE/teOA0n-my9Y/s320/%2560IMG00503.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I.....am here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTIJuJuDKRI/AAAAAAAABBI/fCN3adrt6gw/s1600/%2560IMG00505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTIJuJuDKRI/AAAAAAAABBI/fCN3adrt6gw/s320/%2560IMG00505.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd say I got the better end of the deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-45979027620359332?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/45979027620359332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=45979027620359332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/45979027620359332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/45979027620359332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/rainy-outside-warm-inside.html' title='Rainy Outside, Warm Inside'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TTIJnl1U02I/AAAAAAAABBE/teOA0n-my9Y/s72-c/%2560IMG00503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-514160454461577839</id><published>2011-01-13T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:23:16.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Can't Be That Hard, and Yet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Madre Mia!&amp;nbsp; Que estoy haciendo mal?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sitting here for an hour and a half trying to change the color of my post titles.&amp;nbsp; I'd like the post title to be light blue.&amp;nbsp; I know I have a background design but what in the ffffffffffffffudge!&amp;nbsp; I can't find any link or anything that will let me change colors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COLORS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*SHRIEK!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-514160454461577839?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/514160454461577839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=514160454461577839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/514160454461577839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/514160454461577839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-cant-be-that-hard-and-yet.html' title='It Can&apos;t Be That Hard, and Yet....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5226844683220981632</id><published>2011-01-12T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:26:23.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Way To Be In A Bad Mood.....</title><content type='html'>....when you look at these dogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TS6LOzKBSkI/AAAAAAAABA8/wFWGwYyi_38/s1600/french-bulldog-wallpaper-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561535676215806530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TS6LOzKBSkI/AAAAAAAABA8/wFWGwYyi_38/s320/french-bulldog-wallpaper-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comical little dogs, they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I Follow alot of blogs, sometimes I skim the reader and see if I want to click. (&lt;em&gt;I know!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm sorryyyyyy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following blog is one I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; click on. I can't even express the cuteness. It's focused on two dogs. It was this blog that made me love this breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go visit &lt;a href="http://www.kevinandamanda.com/whatsnew/miley-and-howie/what-miley-howie-got-for-christmas.html"&gt;Miley &amp;amp; Howie&lt;/a&gt;. You'll smile. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5226844683220981632?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5226844683220981632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5226844683220981632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5226844683220981632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5226844683220981632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-no-way-to-be-in-bad-mood.html' title='There&apos;s No Way To Be In A Bad Mood.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TS6LOzKBSkI/AAAAAAAABA8/wFWGwYyi_38/s72-c/french-bulldog-wallpaper-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-2328695565151674652</id><published>2011-01-10T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:31:16.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TStxt-e_V6I/AAAAAAAABA0/W62_ZS4TQws/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560663199600039842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TStxt-e_V6I/AAAAAAAABA0/W62_ZS4TQws/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; January 10th, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window&lt;/strong&gt;...it's grey and chilly. Usually, that would make me all happy and full of energy, but today I'm just schlumping about all 'meh.'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking&lt;/strong&gt;...if I should go take a nap or not. Probably not considering Jesse prefers to eat right when he gets home and if I take a nap, I won't wake up til 5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/strong&gt;...my few good friends. I'm not the most social of people and I like my own small circle of people, so the few friends that I have really are my &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms&lt;/strong&gt;...we're studying latitude and longitude-y stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;...I think we're going to have spaghetti and garlic bread (with salad) for dinner tonight. I need to get on a weekly menu plan. It's so much easier than trying to think of what to eat at 4 in the afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing&lt;/strong&gt;...jeans and a green Lucky Charms t shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating&lt;/strong&gt;...this blog post and not much else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going&lt;/strong&gt;...maybe to the grocery store. I don't know.....probably nowhere. Eff my life.....I never leave this house. pfft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading&lt;/strong&gt;...nothing. I've been having a problem concentrating lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping&lt;/strong&gt;...for lots of stuff. But.....if I don't expect anything, I won't be disappointed, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing&lt;/strong&gt;...the dryer....music videos on TV.....the dog snoring....the cat grooming herself.....the squeak from the rocking chair because Adrian has his foot on it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house&lt;/strong&gt;...the kitchen is clean, my room is almost clean....but I'm still pissy because there's all this freaking paperwork. Bad words have been uttered. Please don't think less of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt;...is daydreaming. It's free and things always go the way you want them to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; dinner out....some shopping, I hope....a visit to the thrift store to find pretties I don't really need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is picture I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.....so, no, this is not a picture, but it's worth the extra 22 seconds of your life. My cat loves water. LOVES IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ff05a6a1c88f020" 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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ff05a6a1c88f020%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329867700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DD49D7C420C99A4EB930AAF15D0BED085CE2D35.30A5E747B7741660FEC1569A462FA972BA448D04%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ff05a6a1c88f020%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ6VYby88-gDUZjzzN_6rSjztcrg&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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ff05a6a1c88f020%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329867700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DD49D7C420C99A4EB930AAF15D0BED085CE2D35.30A5E747B7741660FEC1569A462FA972BA448D04%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ff05a6a1c88f020%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ6VYby88-gDUZjzzN_6rSjztcrg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there I am. More Daybookin' herrrrreeeee: &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;.........go get you some!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-2328695565151674652?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2328695565151674652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=2328695565151674652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2328695565151674652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2328695565151674652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TStxt-e_V6I/AAAAAAAABA0/W62_ZS4TQws/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-4838635481722808425</id><published>2011-01-06T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:27:01.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Face It.....</title><content type='html'>....a birthday that ends with a fire and screaming is always a success.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSbAAmw2bmI/AAAAAAAABAs/mRJ1UGWVcMM/s1600/%2560P1060555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559341906673430114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSbAAmw2bmI/AAAAAAAABAs/mRJ1UGWVcMM/s320/%2560P1060555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-4838635481722808425?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4838635481722808425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=4838635481722808425&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4838635481722808425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4838635481722808425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-face-it.html' title='Let&apos;s Face It.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSbAAmw2bmI/AAAAAAAABAs/mRJ1UGWVcMM/s72-c/%2560P1060555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7580555230027422567</id><published>2011-01-04T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:46:30.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Deserve a Break Today</title><content type='html'>Yes, I believe I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then.  What've I been up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJ7dmBHI/AAAAAAAABAU/NPUAXdR6t3M/s1600/zIMG00462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558401984406881394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJ7dmBHI/AAAAAAAABAU/NPUAXdR6t3M/s320/zIMG00462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tamale party....and New years party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpXGz3cII/AAAAAAAABAk/yDbS5qsWbRA/s1600/zIMG00437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558402210791387266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpXGz3cII/AAAAAAAABAk/yDbS5qsWbRA/s320/zIMG00437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time with Russell and my chocolates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJ4nfyPI/AAAAAAAABAc/_bMtqcu5lIo/s1600/zIMG00459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558401983643109618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJ4nfyPI/AAAAAAAABAc/_bMtqcu5lIo/s320/zIMG00459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reuniting a puppy with his little boys (microchip your pets, people!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJVoKFMI/AAAAAAAABAE/gC92-YB6vL8/s1600/PC270511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558401974250640578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJVoKFMI/AAAAAAAABAE/gC92-YB6vL8/s320/PC270511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a wedding.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJLgLHyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KC970rddC1M/s1600/PC270466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558401971532799778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJLgLHyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KC970rddC1M/s320/PC270466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a reception.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJne-jWI/AAAAAAAABAM/yE154CIU5kQ/s1600/zTBirish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558401979043974498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJne-jWI/AAAAAAAABAM/yE154CIU5kQ/s320/zTBirish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I ate at Taco Bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not necessarily in that order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I deserve a nap, don't you?!&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/2727364687014064930-7580555230027422567?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7580555230027422567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7580555230027422567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7580555230027422567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7580555230027422567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-deserve-break-today.html' title='You Deserve a Break Today'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TSNpJ7dmBHI/AAAAAAAABAU/NPUAXdR6t3M/s72-c/zIMG00462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-4128117222663572037</id><published>2010-12-24T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:02:13.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A Pocketful....A Pocket full of Sunshine....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was mine and Jesse's 21st anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out, of course. As we're driving to go see a movie (hello, dollar movies. Go see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1282140/"&gt;Easy A&lt;/a&gt;. I'm so buying that movie!), he says "Where do you wanna go eat?" I'm like "What? I don't know....we'll figure it out after the movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the movie and walked out to the car. He started driving and said "Okay, where am I going?" I'm like "Shit! I don't know! Taco Bell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 second pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ugh....and my boobs hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse "So....which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Both of them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me for a second and bursts out laughing. I'm thinking 'Bastard.....how is that funny?' and then he says......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I meant which Taco Bell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaahahahahaa.....ooops. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and for the record, we only went to one Taco Bell. and I took Aleve when we got home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years and I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have a sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-4128117222663572037?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4128117222663572037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=4128117222663572037&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4128117222663572037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4128117222663572037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-pocketfula-pocket-full-of.html' title='I Got A Pocketful....A Pocket full of Sunshine....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-133353131268405665</id><published>2010-12-22T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:21:48.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Bring The Cake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TRJrrCu_M6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ldN-b1aYQ-A/s1600/smilecoffeebreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553619677713740706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TRJrrCu_M6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ldN-b1aYQ-A/s320/smilecoffeebreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point is it less of a coffee break and more of a coffee vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2727364687014064930-133353131268405665?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/133353131268405665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=133353131268405665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/133353131268405665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/133353131268405665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/somebody-bring-cake.html' title='Somebody Bring The Cake...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TRJrrCu_M6I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ldN-b1aYQ-A/s72-c/smilecoffeebreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-2399001873807078803</id><published>2010-12-16T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:44:31.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses....</title><content type='html'>No Daybook from me this week... I have a wild party going on at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdxQezZNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/zoYP7JO4EZw/s1600/sleepy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551352591506695378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdxQezZNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/zoYP7JO4EZw/s320/sleepy5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdxMZ3u4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/f6ZxYUAt7aA/s1600/sleepy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551352590412266370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdxMZ3u4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/f6ZxYUAt7aA/s320/sleepy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdw4Pr7SI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Sl7ARHZCBwc/s1600/sleepy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551352585000840482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdw4Pr7SI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Sl7ARHZCBwc/s320/sleepy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdwvU2wII/AAAAAAAAA_A/xDTtPWlnAiY/s1600/sleepy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551352582606602370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdwvU2wII/AAAAAAAAA_A/xDTtPWlnAiY/s320/sleepy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-2399001873807078803?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2399001873807078803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=2399001873807078803&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2399001873807078803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/2399001873807078803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TQpdxQezZNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/zoYP7JO4EZw/s72-c/sleepy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1873457548080251143</id><published>2010-12-07T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:34:54.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TP_lRE8s6aI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Y_MgYs3oDI4/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548405347492620706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TP_lRE8s6aI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Y_MgYs3oDI4/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....my Daybook was ready yesterday, but Blogger was being a pain and not loading pictures for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;, December 7th, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;it's grey and chilly. My perfect day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;I should probably go get myself decent looking. Brush my hair and put on some clothes instad of pajamas. While it's true that I see plenty o' people in their jammies at the grocery store, what if there's a robbery or something at the store. I don't want to die in my pajamas. (Is that a weird thought? It kind of is, huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;a house to live in. How many people don't have that.... (far too many)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;Mexico theme for the month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;tater tot casserole last night...Frito Pie for dinner...think I'm making some banana bread, too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt;pajamas now.... gonna wear jeans and a yellow t shirt that says 'If Life Gives You Lemons, Squeeze Them Into Peoples' Eyes.' later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to get up and get myself another bucket of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;nothing right now.... just finished watching a movie though....Drag Me To Hell. As I'm watching, I'm kind of chuckling "Haa....that sucks...hee heeee..." Ryan looks at me "I don't think it's normal to be laughing at a movie like that...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;Blogger starts behaving soon. Upload my damn pictures, will you?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt;The Little Couple on TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;nothing is going on. Everybody is bummin' today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;is when one of the pets informs me that I will pet them. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; ....little bit of grocery shopping....trying to finish decorating...I think there are some doctors' appointments in there somewhere, too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in San Antonio, we have what they call 'the tracks'. It's a spot where a long time ago, a bus was crossing the railroad with school kids, the bus stalled, and a train hit the bus. All the kids died, and since then, people drive their car there, put the car in neutral and 'the kids push the car over the tracks so no one gets hurt like they did'. It may be haunted, but it's also some gravity force thing over there. Actually, not 'it may be'. It is. It's a place my daughter should know better than to go mess around by....but meh....what are you going to do when everybody else is driving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, she and my niece were all there hahaha'ing it up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TP_lQA3PPwI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Z0vaMSemFgs/s1600/PB190327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548405329216093954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TP_lQA3PPwI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Z0vaMSemFgs/s320/PB190327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody was smoking and it wasn't cold, so there you go. She came home freaked out as hell....but she &lt;em&gt;knows better&lt;/em&gt; than to mock the dead, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TP_lQnsUvDI/AAAAAAAAA-w/NnkU25ln9Rw/s1600/PB190329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548405339639299122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TP_lQnsUvDI/AAAAAAAAA-w/NnkU25ln9Rw/s320/PB190329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's my Daybook. More Daybooks here: &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&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/2727364687014064930-1873457548080251143?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1873457548080251143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1873457548080251143&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1873457548080251143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1873457548080251143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-womans-daybook_07.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TP_lRE8s6aI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Y_MgYs3oDI4/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-229960124488388689</id><published>2010-12-03T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:10:48.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why It's Not Good To Annoy Your Dog....</title><content type='html'>Today, I was outside, leaning against the table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then my leg felt a little cold....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I looked down at Sancho.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....who had just...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;%^&amp;amp;#$(*&amp;amp;#$ !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But, why?" you ask.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPnMSeew5cI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3uT5qOSNjrY/s1600/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546689033875285442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPnMSeew5cI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3uT5qOSNjrY/s320/puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPnMSfgCZMI/AAAAAAAAA94/37h8DtTMTVc/s1600/puppy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546689034149061826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPnMSfgCZMI/AAAAAAAAA94/37h8DtTMTVc/s320/puppy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, it's not my puppy. I was puppy-sitting for my nephew.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-229960124488388689?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/229960124488388689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=229960124488388689&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/229960124488388689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/229960124488388689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-its-not-good-to-annoy-your-dog.html' title='Why It&apos;s Not Good To Annoy Your Dog....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPnMSeew5cI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3uT5qOSNjrY/s72-c/puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6243803417925131406</id><published>2010-12-01T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:37:02.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>Ack....my Daybook icon won't load.  Oh well....onward we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; December 1st (a day late and a dollar short like always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;there's a cold sunshine.  Last night's temps were not supposed to be freezing, so I didn't bring in my plants.  When I woke up this mor....afternoon....and looked outside, my poor banana tree was wilted and brownish.  It will bounce back, but it sure looks pretty sad right now.  (up side = we haven't had to turn the A/C OR heater on!  Maybe our bill won't be $400 this month, hmm?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;about the show I was just watching (thank you, DVR).  Psychic Kids.  Now, a lot of people say 'wow....it's so neat to have that gift.', but then I hear these kids saying people tell them they're weird or crazy or making stuff up.  Aurgh....gets me so upset.   Who &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to see ghosts and get freaked out all the time?  (unless you already know how to block, which is something every sensitive person should learn how to do)....  I'm also thinking.....okay, I'm up at 2 AM.  I watch MTV then because 2 AM is when actual music videos come on.  Now, I know advertising is a necessary evil, but if I see another acne commercial OR a commercial for the Trojan 'massager', I'm going to scream.  "Look honey!  We got THREE massagers!"  The guy is all "SWEET!"  Uch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;the fact that it's not 90 degrees all the time now.  In the past week, I've been outside at some point EVERY DAY!  (whaaaaaa.....I KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;this month's theme is Mexico.  (hmm...Mexico has been in the news a lot, but maybe we won't go into why that is....yikes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;Dirty Rice for dinner last night....I was going to make some turkey and gravy over mashed potatoes for tonight, but I don't have any potatoes.  Tsk.  PB&amp;amp;J sandwiches?  sounds good to me!  I think this is our last day of turkey.  The rest will go for the dogs when I make their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt;jeans that are a size too small and a t shirt 2 sizes too big.  There's a method to the madness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;a folder full of work and worksheets for Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;well.....I went to my BBF's house last night to see her and Valencia aaaaaaand to pick up my bag.  My personalized bag.  That I ordered.  I lurrrves it.  Look at the stuff:  &lt;a title="http://www.mythirtyone.com/dianagonzales/" href="http://www.mythirtyone.com/dianagonzales/"&gt;Welcome to Thirty-One Gifts&lt;/a&gt;  Lots of bags and stuff... Diana sells it, and I cannot stop looking at the catalog and saying "ooooooo.....I NEED that!  with my name on it!!"  (the irony here comes with the next line in this post....heh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;The Complete Tightwad Gazette.  (Amy Dacyczyn)  I read it at least once a year to try to renew the motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;*that Jesse will come home in a good mood.....*that my back will stop hurting......*that my arm stops hurting.....*that my mom gets to see a doctor that will actually be able to pinpoint and treat what's wrong with her.... :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt;the dryer.....some anime crap on TV.....Sancho trying to grab my slipper off my foot.  American Eskimo/Samoyed type dogs have this weird talking yodel.  I hesitate to think what he is saying to me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;I made a list of things that needed to be done/cleaned on a fairly regular basis.  Um.  So...there's a saying 'It gets worse before it gets better.....'  besides, I have cramps.  That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;is when my brother texts me to tell me I'm awesome.  (I'm only awesome on Sundays.  The rest of the week, I'm just me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/strong&gt; include a doctors' appt on Friday.  That's pretty much my only 'planned' activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is picture for thought I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't decide, so I'm sharing a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLGr1h90I/AAAAAAAAA9o/a8QveaEP7UE/s1600/zzzzz0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843306860246850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLGr1h90I/AAAAAAAAA9o/a8QveaEP7UE/s320/zzzzz0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really?  Can you try to be a LITTLE more dramatic, Sophie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLFwFM4iI/AAAAAAAAA9g/iCJIlgJ_Yuo/s1600/zzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843290819846690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLFwFM4iI/AAAAAAAAA9g/iCJIlgJ_Yuo/s320/zzzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^....while Jesse and I were shopping for Thanksgiving stuff..."Babe...should I get...like...4 packages of these?  I love them!"  I said "Ya....those things never go bad!"  Um.  My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLFImEL-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cMaiHCJKEwo/s1600/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843280220270562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLFImEL-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cMaiHCJKEwo/s320/zzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalita is really big on sharing.  Other peoples' food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLEsF6yqI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/HxSb2E4ALcI/s1600/zz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843272569244322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLEsF6yqI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/HxSb2E4ALcI/s320/zz3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLEE4oYzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/I2gF0s0VV_s/s1600/zz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843262044529458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLEE4oYzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/I2gF0s0VV_s/s320/zz2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhhhh ya.....my new water dish!  Thanks, Mom!"  I should note she was not interested in eating the fish.  Only drinking the gross fish water.  Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there ends my yapping for the week.  Word to your mother.  or you.  whichever.  Daybookers here - &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; - CHECK IT!&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/2727364687014064930-6243803417925131406?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6243803417925131406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6243803417925131406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6243803417925131406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6243803417925131406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TPbLGr1h90I/AAAAAAAAA9o/a8QveaEP7UE/s72-c/zzzzz0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3917537886796217787</id><published>2010-11-23T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:43:33.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TOxBg6ZuHcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/-MVV0U7m_lE/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542877275074993602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TOxBg6ZuHcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/-MVV0U7m_lE/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY November 23rd, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;it's kind of overcast....clouds floating by trying to decide if they should rain or not.... still hot out there though....ick.  It's supposed to dip down into the 30s this weekend (so says the weather idiots).....gotta remember to bring my plants in...and remind my SIL to bring her bird in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;that I really need to get up and pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;the fact that somebody actually replaced the empty roll of toilet paper in the bathroom.  (Whaaaaaaaa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;it's Thanksgiving week, so we're taking off, too....although I'm waiting on the Don Quixote movie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;is pizza tonight.  Little Cesar's has Customer Appreciation every Tuesday....$4.99 for a large, so there you are.  Besides, I'm trying not to cook that much so I have space in the fridge for the leftovers fro Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt;olive capris, black tank top...and still sweating to death.  ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;a list of Christmas presents.  Shhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;nowhere.  Nothing to do....nowhere to go.  My favorite kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;a student Bible for Catholics.  The preface is kind of funny.... we'll see if the rest of it is easy reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;to get an energy burst soon.  I got some clothes to fold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt;the dishwasher.....Adrian and my nephew, Andy, laughing at Tosh.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;well, it doesn't look like a tornado came through it, so that's somthing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;is the quiet after I get in bed and all the kids settle in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;  some Thanksgiving cooking, seeing my peeps, eating leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is picture for thought I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TOxBh0MGfiI/AAAAAAAAA84/udLUjRS1hKo/s1600/Nov23%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542877290587127330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TOxBh0MGfiI/AAAAAAAAA84/udLUjRS1hKo/s320/Nov23%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, girls!  It's time for Cat Breeds 101 on Animal Planet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my Daybook.  More on &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3917537886796217787?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3917537886796217787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3917537886796217787&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3917537886796217787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3917537886796217787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/11/simple-womans-daybook_23.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TOxBg6ZuHcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/-MVV0U7m_lE/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7009021491819155113</id><published>2010-11-09T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:21:03.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNmdihkPSoI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/97AHL3qRHIE/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537630433280215682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNmdihkPSoI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/97AHL3qRHIE/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today....&lt;/strong&gt;November 9th, 2010 (are y'all ready to be writing 2011?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's sunny and about 78...and there's a nice breeze outside.  The inside of the house is hot.  So hot.  Like....omg, am I going through menopause hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that there's no way &lt;a title="http://www.vh1.com/shows/my_big_friggin_wedding/series.jhtml" href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/my_big_friggin_wedding/series.jhtml"&gt;My Big Friggin' Wedding&lt;/a&gt; can be even remotely real.  Seriously?  Are there really people like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that it's not 100 degrees every day anymore.  Little by little, I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; capri pants and a pajama top.  I'm still sweating like a farm animal, but I don't want to have to turn on the A/C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; we're basically on the Science track...."Mom.  Why does this freaking snot just keep regenerating?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; last week, Ryan got an A+ in her Child Guidance class.  Then she had her math class and got a 48.  Aww....just like her mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere.  I'm poor this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; Victoria magazine...and my Cath Kidston catalogue.  I go back and forth on how I want to decorate my kitchen.  I love the Talavera pottery....but then I get my beloved Cath catalogue and want everything in pink and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; for a puppy for Christmas.  A little one.  a baby-dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to go in that kitchen.  I should go take a nap instead.  Yeahhhhhhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; Sophie is upstairs in my bathroom barking and barking.  Ryan was like "I don't know.....maybe there's a ghost in the bathroom."  I'm there thinking and thinking.....why on earth.... *light bulb*  "Ryan.  Go upstairs and get the squeaky toy out of the bath tub for her."  Heee....I heard Gordo lay on it last night (he sleeps in the bath tub....I don't know why...) and thought 'what the heck is that.....oh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "Maybe I AM crazy...."  Yes, Bret Michaels....if you suspect you might be, then you probably are.  (Crazy knows crazy, y'all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; Fish sticks.  Don't ask me to make any damn dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; I've been slacking and it is noticeable.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is when a cold breeze comes in the windows at night when I'm in bed.  I LOVE that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNmdjBfC84I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/jawAP-cgZWs/s1600/Nov62010%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537630441848370050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNmdjBfC84I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/jawAP-cgZWs/s320/Nov62010%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never say no to this face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Daybookers over at &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!!  Check 'em out, 'cause they are a great bunch of people.  If you blog-hop as much as I do, this will be a great way to make some more friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-7009021491819155113?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7009021491819155113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7009021491819155113&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7009021491819155113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7009021491819155113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/11/simple-womans-daybook_09.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNmdihkPSoI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/97AHL3qRHIE/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-204759487164476297</id><published>2010-11-02T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:17:15.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNBT-iLNywI/AAAAAAAAA8A/O_s0oUtGY9I/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535016275829181186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNBT-iLNywI/AAAAAAAAA8A/O_s0oUtGY9I/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today...&lt;/strong&gt; November 2nd, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it is gorgeous. GORGEOUS! The Gates of Hell opened up here last night and rain and hail were coming sideways. ....and then this morning came and it was cool and breezy and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; "Did I already put fabric softener in the wash? Hmm....should I get up and check? Why does that doughnut taste weird? Oh! That coffee's hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; this day. It's days like this that make the Hellish summers in Texas suck less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, grey shirt, socks, slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; "El queso es viejo y petrido. Donde esta el sanitarios?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; Zely, after being told 'No.' by Ryan looked at me and said "Mamieeeeeeee!" because that child knows she has me wrapped around her little finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to the thrift store, maybe. Let's see what kind of money I can waste on knick knacks I don't need.   (ohhhhhmygosh, y'all.....I as watching an episode of Hoarders last night where the lady justified all her hoarding because she bought from the thrift store and it was cheap, so it was okay.  yikes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; college reports. It seems I am the only one who knows how to proofread and edit. I can't tell y'all how many times I have said "Just because it makes sense in your head when you write it does not mean it makes sense to anyone else reading it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that today marks the end of heat. Not only for myself, but also because we cannot deal with another $300 electric bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; stupid daylight savings time. Gah....get rid of it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; the house is so quiet. So. Quiet. (IhateTV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange guy:"Aren't you kids a little old to be trick or treating?"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "He's 12!"&lt;br /&gt;Strange guy: "Are you sure you're all not in college?!"&lt;br /&gt;Really? Idiot. Besides, me personally will give anybody candy if they have a costume on. It's the effort that counts to me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; Eh. There's hamburger thawing, but I'm fairly uninspired right now. Last night was Fend-For-Yourself. The night before that was Burger King. pfft. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; it's a mess. a messy messy mess. I need to do some dishes and laundry and vacuuming and dusting and....lather, rinse, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is when my niece sends me pictures of the little tadpole in her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes, you just have to take matters into your own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNBT_ta-FiI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mllOxtu4gu0/s1600/Oct192010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535016296027919906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNBT_ta-FiI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mllOxtu4gu0/s320/Oct192010+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Daybookin' fun here....at &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;! I love looking at everybody's pictures....and you do, too, you stalkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-204759487164476297?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/204759487164476297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=204759487164476297&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/204759487164476297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/204759487164476297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/11/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TNBT-iLNywI/AAAAAAAAA8A/O_s0oUtGY9I/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6009548800122902968</id><published>2010-10-25T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:09:01.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TMZEj0kQdBI/AAAAAAAAA74/zBIO5u5fut8/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532184574468060178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TMZEj0kQdBI/AAAAAAAAA74/zBIO5u5fut8/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today....&lt;/strong&gt;October 25th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's dark because I'm doing this on Monday night instead of Tuesday morning. Buuuuutttt.....it's still hot outside. ick. I thought there was supposed to be a cool front or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I need to go take a shower and go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; my lovely, wonderful bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, pink long sleeve, socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; last night, Jesse was having a hard time sleeping, so I was petting his head...and then from a snoring sleep, he jumped up out of bed and scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere. Gah. I gotta get out of this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; nothing. I've been kinda brain dead this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that I will not get an acid burn in my throat tonight. Last night was a Tums night, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is that Jesse is watching a TV show (World of Jenks) where this girl surfer is all "People hate me 'cause they're jealous, but I don't care!" Ya....that'll win you some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; I can't make up my mind...am I hot or cold.... Cripes...I hope I'm not getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; no 'words' in specific, but answer me this.... WHY do some people end each sentence with a question mark?!?!? "I'm gonna go to the beeeach? and then I'm going to get an ice cream?" Are you asking me or telling me?! AURGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; it's a mess in there....we had grilled chicken, rice, and beans for dinner.....and Adrian is making macaroni and cheese because he is not a fan of rice and beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; this whole house has gone mad. Animals peeing and barfing....people getting sick....pulled muscles....good gravy....is it a full moon?! (Yes, by golly, it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is a clean house. Sadly, that does not happen here very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TMZEjzWiBtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/LQND7cb7Xw0/s1600/P9150089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532184574142056146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TMZEjzWiBtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/LQND7cb7Xw0/s320/P9150089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seconds after this was taken, Thumper tried to snag that carrot. Sophie picked it up and walked away with a dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my Daybook! It's a good thing I do the Daybooks or my posting would be really sporadic. Anyway, more Daybookers here: &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; Check itttt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6009548800122902968?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6009548800122902968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6009548800122902968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6009548800122902968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6009548800122902968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-womans-daybook_25.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TMZEj0kQdBI/AAAAAAAAA74/zBIO5u5fut8/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8801224004595229118</id><published>2010-10-19T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:47:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For today&lt;/strong&gt;, October 19th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; Grey and overcast.  Thank you, Jesus!  (&lt;--said with evangelical inflection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I have got to get it in gear.  The party is done, so I need to get back to real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; Mexican food.  mmmmm......Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, turquoise flowy top, socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; U.S. states.  "Why is Rhode Island so small and Texas is so big, Mom?"  I had a smart ass remark or two.  Hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; at the costume party, my father in law didn't even recognize me.  I was there for two hours talking to him and then I took off my wig for something....and he was like "What the heck?!  I didn't even know that was you!  I was wondering where you were!!!"  LOL&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TL3y3ZOASNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/N6dimePvOj0/s1600/Oct192010+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842950957189330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TL3y3ZOASNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/N6dimePvOj0/s320/Oct192010+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to the grocery store, I think.  I'm out of coffee.  NNNNNOOOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; BH&amp;amp;G.  meh.  My brain can only process pretty pictures right about now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; to go to bed at 8PM.  Ya.....I'm THAT tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; the sad thing is that they only way I knew it was Tuesday was because I saw somebody had done a Daybook in my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; it is so quiet right now....omg!  I forgot to feed the fish!  ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; It's Customer Appreciation Day at Little Cesars Pizza, so I will not be cooking.  WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/sister-wives/"&gt;Sister Wives&lt;/a&gt; is playing on my DVR.  I like that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is Bit-O-Honey candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TL3y4gPbmtI/AAAAAAAAA7o/rdde3AVJNWs/s1600/Oct192010+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842970022091474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TL3y4gPbmtI/AAAAAAAAA7o/rdde3AVJNWs/s320/Oct192010+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy is 12.  Soooo handsome!  *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TL3y4E-oiCI/AAAAAAAAA7g/IPiKJfOe1l8/s1600/Oct192010+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842962703878178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TL3y4E-oiCI/AAAAAAAAA7g/IPiKJfOe1l8/s320/Oct192010+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and just for fun....another picture.  My mother in law, niece Kristy, and my father in law.  Stylin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Daybookers = &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; !!  Check it, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8801224004595229118?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8801224004595229118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8801224004595229118&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8801224004595229118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8801224004595229118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-womans-daybook_19.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TL3y3ZOASNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/N6dimePvOj0/s72-c/Oct192010+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1001167647559984142</id><published>2010-10-12T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:13:32.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-1AIHQdI/AAAAAAAAA64/GLEMHtFWDTc/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527252460466815442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-1AIHQdI/AAAAAAAAA64/GLEMHtFWDTc/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today&lt;/strong&gt;, Oct 12, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's sunny and hot (ick...).  The past week of cool weather was nice, though.  I think there's rain kicking around in the forecast somewhere, but the weather people probably just say that to have something different to say besides "Sunny and warm today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; of what I have to get done for Adrian's costume/birthday party.  (Clearly, this entry was high on the list.  Hee hee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; responsible children that think things through.  :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, grey t shirt, socks.....big change from last weeks' clothing, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; Last night, around 3 AM, I was laying in bed reading and Ryan comes in and says "I need to go shopping." and walked into my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to Walgreens for some makeup.  I might be going to the grocery store in the next day or so for party goodies, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a title="http://www.leafletonline.com/" href="http://www.leafletonline.com/"&gt;Leaflet Missal Religious Goods&lt;/a&gt; It's not a book, but it does take some time to browse through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that this twinge in my lower back goes away or I am going to have to haul my big butt to the doctor.  I don't want to bend over and get stuck that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder if I can squeeze a nap into the day.  I've not been sleeping well lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have any sweets in the house.  the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; (as I'm reading something to Ryan) ".....and it says 'Cleanliness is next to Godliness...""  She looks around and says "Oh.  It all makes sense to me now."  :-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese food yesterday, so hopefully leftovers for dinner so I can keep on cleaning.  I always get on my cleaning jag around 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; little messes here and there, but it'll get done by Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is setting up for my favorite holiday - Halloween!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-1kYImOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/61XmRPtkWc4/s1600/Oct2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527252470197688546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-1kYImOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/61XmRPtkWc4/s320/Oct2010+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;are a couple pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-15VZlAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/9jG9yi1Ht5w/s1600/Oct2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527252475823363074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-15VZlAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/9jG9yi1Ht5w/s320/Oct2010+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe....are these towels clean?!&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do they have cat fur all over them?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um.  What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-1LR8cVI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xlPDeF4AqgU/s1600/Oct2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527252463460839762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-1LR8cVI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xlPDeF4AqgU/s320/Oct2010+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Also, check this out.... Jesse came home the other day wielding a bottle of wine.  ChocoVines.  I was kind of excited.  I like chocolate.  I like red wine.  Why not, right?  It finally got chilled and I got my glass and poured some.  Y'all, it was like YooHoo with a shot of tequila in it.  So.  My decision?  Epic fail.  Down the drain.....bleurg....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...........and there's my Daybook.  &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; has more Daybookers!  Check 'em out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-1001167647559984142?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1001167647559984142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1001167647559984142&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1001167647559984142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1001167647559984142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-womans-daybook_12.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TLS-1AIHQdI/AAAAAAAAA64/GLEMHtFWDTc/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7822767255082454033</id><published>2010-10-05T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:43:40.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKtu8Fbzw6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/GUzhdc3AsLw/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524631346430067618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKtu8Fbzw6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/GUzhdc3AsLw/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today....&lt;/strong&gt; October 5th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's sunny, but the temps are finally settling down a little. ...slept with the windows open last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I feel terrible today. I need some sleep and a massage. I've had a headache that has been hanging on for the past few days. I'm guessing it's the weather change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; kids that actually want to be with me. Lots of parents don't have that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a Happy Bunny shirt that says "Crazy Doesn't Even Begin To Cover It." Ironic? Yes, I do think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; laying in the cool grass 2 nights ago after we put up the outside Halloween decorations. It was just....nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to DANCE! Not really. (*cue the Lady Gaga*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; The Backyard Homestead.....still. I only get to read a little bit a night. Between that, my word search puzzles and kids coming in a bazillion times to talk to me.....eesh. I'll get it done some time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that somebody will say "Hey! Lemme cook dinner for you! You should go on up to bed and lay there til it's ready, and then I will bring it to you. You can eat, and then fall asleep at 7 o'clock." (*pause* Hahahahahahahahaha *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is that it's 'sick season'. I gotta pump us all up on the vitamin C and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; the kids from the school across the street are screaming like somebody is killing them. Gahh....isn't recess over already??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "Dad's a thug." -Adrian&lt;br /&gt;Thaaaaaat's nice. Way to be a role model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. Am I the only one who takes out a meat to thaw without knowing what to do with it til right before I need to cook it? There's boneless chicken thighs on the counter. Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; I'm hoping to finish the Halloween decorating inside. I also want to paint a section of the kitchen. I really need some scrubbable paint in the kitchen, because I scrub the walls and the paint is coming off. People should know better than to put crappy paint in a kitchen or bathroom. Seriously.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things is&lt;/strong&gt; after dinner when I go sit on the couch to watch night time TV with the family and the dogs and cats all clamor to get a prime spot next to me, on top of me, wherever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKtu8YzVyFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4GczwF4vOMI/s1600/6-28-10+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524631351629039698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKtu8YzVyFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4GczwF4vOMI/s320/6-28-10+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a cute bed for the cat. It's a basket with a pink pillow with feathers on it. Thumper likes it alot. ....which is a good thing, considering the fact that the cat seeminly prefers sleeping in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKtu9Mftp4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/zgIma9gX4-A/s1600/6-28-10+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524631365505361794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKtu9Mftp4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/zgIma9gX4-A/s320/6-28-10+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........and there's the Daybook for today. More Daybookers at &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-7822767255082454033?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7822767255082454033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7822767255082454033&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7822767255082454033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7822767255082454033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKtu8Fbzw6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/GUzhdc3AsLw/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5701285410358406445</id><published>2010-09-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:21:42.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Back...</title><content type='html'>Because I suffer from scatterbrain-itis, this is a post that's not really flowing into any cohesiveness, but whatever.  Y'all have come to expect my random yakking by now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tanya....the Taco Bell-esque (ack....I don't need anybody from Taco Bell telling me I'm ruining their business with my copy cat-ness)...that I make is&lt;br /&gt;1 T chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp drid minced onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp paprika&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp onion powder&lt;br /&gt;dash of garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's for about 1 pound of hamburger.  Double it for 2 pounds, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I do is measure out the spices in a bowl and mix it together dry so I can have it ready to just pour in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I cook the hamburger plain (covering it when I'm cooking it makes it come out....softer...more tender, I guess).  After it's done and I drain the grease (don't rinse it....some grease is good.  I mean....it IS Taco Bell....lol) I put the hamburger in the food processor and pulse it a little to get the texture right.  After that, it goes back in the pot, the seasoning gets put in, and then I add water - a 1/2 cup at a time...until it's the consistency you like...I like mine a little soupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a money saver, but also, it means I don't have to get out of my pajamas to actually go to Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jeanie - hahahaha.....my grandma used to make &lt;a title="http://www.barnettfare.co.uk/cart/images/LargerPasties.jpg" href="http://www.barnettfare.co.uk/cart/images/LargerPasties.jpg"&gt;pasty pie&lt;/a&gt;  all the time!  I don't think I want those glued to my hooters, though.  Actually, I don't want &lt;a title="http://www.seduction-lingerie.co.uk/ekmps/shops/seductionlinge/images/burlesque-pasties-leather-satin-nipple-covers-3260-p.jpg" href="http://www.seduction-lingerie.co.uk/ekmps/shops/seductionlinge/images/burlesque-pasties-leather-satin-nipple-covers-3260-p.jpg"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; glued to my hooters, either.  How do you get them off?!  (&lt;--warning:  that second link is not for kids!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lisa - you should see my dining room table.  Covered in laundry.  It's the only way I HAVE TO deal with it.  If I put it on the couch, I can just walk by it and ignore it for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Marie - really?  Are you going to feel awkward when I show up on your doorstep?!  I'll bring my Sophie so Mitzie will have a playmate!  Also for Marie, who did an entry of what was in her fridge....I am SO nosey and love to see what people have in their refrigerator - but fair is fair....so here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;No big wow factor on the outside.....I love my refrigerator magnets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKTvj7afC3I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Or38HDgqqWs/s1600/P9280166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522802443586308978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKTvj7afC3I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Or38HDgqqWs/s320/P9280166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ta daaaaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKTvkJmL_9I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/U33eQsnUkl0/s1600/P92801655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522802447393488850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKTvkJmL_9I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/U33eQsnUkl0/s320/P92801655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking that I would have 7 different barbecue sauces, huh?!  What's the one (or two) thing in there that you thought "I KNEW she would have that!!"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5701285410358406445?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5701285410358406445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5701285410358406445&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5701285410358406445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5701285410358406445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/talking-back.html' title='Talking Back...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKTvj7afC3I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Or38HDgqqWs/s72-c/P9280166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3977375732297835320</id><published>2010-09-29T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T13:43:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKOjhNwXwiI/AAAAAAAAA6A/bqmadPaIi5o/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522437359109915170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKOjhNwXwiI/AAAAAAAAA6A/bqmadPaIi5o/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today....&lt;/strong&gt;which is the 29th of September, but since I was supposed to do this yesterday, eh....day late and a dollar short. What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; sunny and hot. 90 degrees. *hiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; I really need a massage. We went to the beach this past weekend, and since the van was packed....I was sitting in the back. For 3-4 hours each way. With three other people. I'm pretty sure I pulled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; the quiet time I'm getting today. Ryan took the boys and went....somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; a thong and pasties. Well, hey.....I AM by myself, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; that at the beach, my FIL, who wears glasses but was not wearing them that day, was collecting shells. He bent over to pick up a perfectly round shell, only to discover it was seagull crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere for the rest of tonight. We picked up Ryan's bridesmaid dress and that was it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; nothing, but I'm still into my crossword puzzles. I'm hoping to revive some of those dormant brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that it cools down quickly. Seriously, how much more do y'all want to hear me bitching about the heat?! omg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; I know I'm going to find the spot where Sophie decided to pee while we were gone. She wouldn't go outside for Diana. Matter of fact, she hid under the armoire sulking. (um. the dog, not Diana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; the washer stopped running. meh. gotta get up and put it in the dryer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; It was hot in the van when we first started back home from Port Aransas. We were kind of sticky and sandy and miserable. We got in and my brother broke his sunglasses. Then Ryan broke something... I said "Man....everything it getting broken....Ryan's stuff....sunglasses....." Adrian says "Our souls....."&lt;br /&gt;ROFL....he has a hard cynical life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; taco salad tonight. It's a copycat recipe for Taco Bell meat. Good stuff....everybody loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; laundry, laundry....omg....y'all don't even KNOW! Speaking of laundry, while we were gone for the weekend, my friend, Diana asked me "Do you want me to do anything while I'm over here? Make the beds? Match the socks?" I'm like "Ya....whatever keeps you from being bored...." So, after we left, she's all 'hee hee hee....I'm gonna play a joke on her and match those socks...' *smirk* Well. 4 hours later, she sure showed me! Matched all my socks and everything! Somehow, I don't think the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is when Zely comes in the door and screams "MAMIE!!!" (ya....that's me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKOjhfI-VrI/AAAAAAAAA6I/k-8nUI6mMbo/s1600/P9260155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522437363776509618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKOjhfI-VrI/AAAAAAAAA6I/k-8nUI6mMbo/s320/P9260155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're weird, but we have fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Daybookin' here:  &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!  Check it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3977375732297835320?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3977375732297835320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3977375732297835320&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3977375732297835320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3977375732297835320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-womans-daybook_29.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TKOjhNwXwiI/AAAAAAAAA6A/bqmadPaIi5o/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6263356672588850155</id><published>2010-09-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:24:42.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Do Without The Honesty</title><content type='html'>Let's set the stage for this story, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 (six!) dirty dishes from last night in the sink.  Adrian comes over to the sink, coughs, and says "What's that smell?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking......"Oh....maybe some vinegar from the chicken?"  (hot wings....vinegar in the hot sauce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "Oh.  I thought it was cat vomit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.  My cooking smells like cat vomit?  Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6263356672588850155?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6263356672588850155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6263356672588850155&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6263356672588850155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6263356672588850155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-could-do-without-honesty.html' title='I Could Do Without The Honesty'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5138137289548687691</id><published>2010-09-21T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:48:29.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJj56wvg8xI/AAAAAAAAA5w/zdhmhY8URe8/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519436131254465298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJj56wvg8xI/AAAAAAAAA5w/zdhmhY8URe8/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today&lt;/strong&gt; ...September 21, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; overcast. WooHoo! The temps are not bad, either. The birds are flitting about and singing to their hearts' content. The cats are watching them from the window and making those strangly chirps to try and entice the birds closer. Does that ever really work?! Is the bird thinking "Hey....where's that babe with the sexy voice coming from?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; about nothing! I have all these flighty random thoughts in my head, and then when I stop and think 'What am I thinking about?', I get nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; a family that indulges my crossword puzzle addiction and helps me finds words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, a mustard (or cat vomit) colored t shirt, socks and slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt; still reading A Life Like Mine. We tried reading it last year and Adrian was not interested at all. This year, every time he turns the page, he's like "Mom! Did you know....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; how exhausted I was last night. Y'all, I was so tired, I was crying. Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to go to bed earlier tonight, dammit! Oh....going to the beach at some point this week, methinks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; recipes. I need some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that I don't step in dog slobber today. Do y'all know how many times I've changed socks in the past three days?! Gahhhhh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes are dry. That's what I get for wearing makeup, huh? Weird since I only use Almay stuff around my eyes and it's supposed to be all hypoaller...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; I've been hearing this weird popping type noise for the past 5 minutes and couldn't place it. Then I got up. There's a 5 lb package of hamburger thawing on the counter. It seems one of the cats was trying to have hamburger for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; meatloaf for dinner tonight....with mustard greens, I think. Some cornbread sounds good with that, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; semi-clean for once. (I KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things is&lt;/strong&gt; that first sip of hot coffee in the morning. For that one moment, everything is right with the world. You know how on TV shows, something happens and all the background noise goes away? Yeah....that's my moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJj57a6_PnI/AAAAAAAAA54/-2JkRhTMJAA/s1600/P9170144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519436142576877170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJj57a6_PnI/AAAAAAAAA54/-2JkRhTMJAA/s320/P9170144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that the way I'm sleeping makes me look like a heifer.... Sleeping with Zely is so peaceful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and there's my Daybook for today! Check &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; for more Daybookers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5138137289548687691?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5138137289548687691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5138137289548687691&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5138137289548687691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5138137289548687691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-womans-daybook_21.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJj56wvg8xI/AAAAAAAAA5w/zdhmhY8URe8/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6412885291606200017</id><published>2010-09-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:54:50.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook (a day late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJEgSSvzWXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bfsz3JP78Wo/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517226517147638130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJEgSSvzWXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bfsz3JP78Wo/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For September 15th, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;I'll let you all guess. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;about how annoyed I am that I just put on a new pair of socks....and then walked across where the tile and carpet connect....and snagged my sock on a nail. Freaking hell... &gt;:-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;my bed. How I love that bed more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt;jeans...pink jersey...ripped socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the learning room...&lt;/strong&gt;A Life Like Mine. Adrian wants to live on a houseboat. (Lemme get right on that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;yesterday. We got Paco's ashes back from being cremated. Happy to have him back, but the sadness is still raw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;hopefully nowhere. I don't have the energy to go out and pretend I like people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt;I've got about 4 books all half read. My focus isn't quite focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;that I don't have to make dinner tonight. Every once in a while, it's nice to go upstairs early and lay in bed all evening til it's tme to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;is this ridiculous back pain. What in the hell have I been doing?! It's not like I'm out in the fields all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;every time I eat, I need some Tums afterwards. Blerg....acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;ehhhhh.....no words of wisdom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;tacos last night.....not sure for tonight. Raise your hand if you want to come cook for me..... No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;ohhhhhh, it's getting to be that point. The point where I have had enough of this mess and the thrift store receives a sizeable donation from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is in the morning....when I start to stir.....the dogs all raise their heads to see if I'm getting up or just moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my camera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJEjh_J6QiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/sa-PoCi3hIo/s1600/P8280055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517230085301223970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJEjh_J6QiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/sa-PoCi3hIo/s320/P8280055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Daybookers here:  &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6412885291606200017?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6412885291606200017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6412885291606200017&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6412885291606200017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6412885291606200017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-womans-daybook-day-late.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook (a day late)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TJEgSSvzWXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bfsz3JP78Wo/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3402088621082032469</id><published>2010-09-08T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:44:33.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, The Build-Up Was Fun.....</title><content type='html'>Seeing that Adrian is the only one homeschooling right now, we find ways to waste our days together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was like "Heyyyy.....let's do this &lt;a href="http://www.madsci.org/experiments/archive/854444893.Ch.html"&gt;baking soda and vinegar volcano&lt;/a&gt; !"  He was like "Uhhhh....okay?"  So I had him drop a cup of baking soda and then a cup of vinegar in the toilet (which also cleans the toilet pretty well!).  It snapped.  It crackled.  It popped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there looking at me and then looking at the toilet.  Finally, he said "That wasn't really fun."  I'm like "Well, what did you want?!  A bomb?!  It's a science experiment!  What happens when two chemicals....." I trailed off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't even half as fun as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diet_Coke_and_Mentos_eruption"&gt;Diet Coke and Mentos&lt;/a&gt; thing...."  Of course....the thing that could put out an eye is super cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIfJuNWzn2I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/1h-PO3rXX0Q/s1600/diet_coke_mentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514598064434945890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIfJuNWzn2I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/1h-PO3rXX0Q/s320/diet_coke_mentos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3402088621082032469?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3402088621082032469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3402088621082032469&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3402088621082032469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3402088621082032469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-build-up-was-fun.html' title='Well, The Build-Up Was Fun.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIfJuNWzn2I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/1h-PO3rXX0Q/s72-c/diet_coke_mentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1677581562215146671</id><published>2010-09-07T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:35:57.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514249045648339826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIaMSpDn83I/AAAAAAAAA5A/vLbtknbl8f4/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; September 7, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; is rain and wild wind. Hurricane remnants, I guess, but what a relief to be able to breathe. I really cannot take much more hot weather. I may go to bed and cry if tomorrow turns out hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; how I should be happy, because this is *my* kind of weather, but I can't stop thinking about Paco. I know it is a great sacrifice to put anothers' needs above your own....and that's what we did with Paco, but it still sucks ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; my pets. So...so..thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; brown capris...pink sleeveless....socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; taking Paco to the park. He has always loved going to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIaOaW2tF_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qlrB2Exx02g/s1600/P9030091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514251377224521714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIaOaW2tF_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qlrB2Exx02g/s320/P9030091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere I know of....I don't have any plans for the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; a book about backyard homesteading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; for more rain and lower temps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; Paco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; my dogs won't go outside to pee if it's raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "This is a really nice park! Except for the drug dealers over there....and um.....that guy sleeping in his car...." -Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; uch.....I don't even want to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; always a mess.... *shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;when I go up to take a nap, all the dogs come up with me. None of the dogs, however, will sleep in Paco's bed anymore. They used to sleep on his bed with him all the time. Now? Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIaMS2N85JI/AAAAAAAAA5I/6s0fnNWZapw/s1600/P9030086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514249049181316242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIaMS2N85JI/AAAAAAAAA5I/6s0fnNWZapw/s320/P9030086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordo loves his big brother so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's today's Daybook. Sorry it's such a downer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more Daybooks here, though.....&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&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/2727364687014064930-1677581562215146671?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1677581562215146671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1677581562215146671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1677581562215146671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1677581562215146671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIaMSpDn83I/AAAAAAAAA5A/vLbtknbl8f4/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7708913768784867743</id><published>2010-09-03T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:17:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12:01 And It's All Good</title><content type='html'>Reason #12 that I don't get up and out of the house before noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIGdcK5GH3I/AAAAAAAAA44/nkABwwH_FNM/s1600/P9030110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512860526163926898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIGdcK5GH3I/AAAAAAAAA44/nkABwwH_FNM/s320/P9030110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2727364687014064930-7708913768784867743?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7708913768784867743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7708913768784867743&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7708913768784867743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7708913768784867743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/1201-and-its-all-good.html' title='12:01 And It&apos;s All Good'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TIGdcK5GH3I/AAAAAAAAA44/nkABwwH_FNM/s72-c/P9030110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1977095403131905690</id><published>2010-08-31T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:23:21.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TH00gn5-6KI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Rj_yG1jZT3Q/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511619254043994274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TH00gn5-6KI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Rj_yG1jZT3Q/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; August 31, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; sunny and hot (shocker) but I feel a cool breeze every once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;too much. It's about 'that time' for Paco....our amazing 10 year old Tennessee Treeing Brindle. He's had a long fight with bone cancer, but I think he's ready to quit the fight. I can't even tell y'all how much it freaking sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;10 awesome years with that dog.....Alex celebrating his 19th birthday....the fact that Summer is almost over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a t shirt....and these weird socks that are supposed to give you arch support. Initially they feel odd, but they're surprisingly comfortable and the pain in my arch is gone...(for now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;the hot, hot misery of Fiesta Texas. How stupid are we to go to a theme park when it's 100+ degrees outside? Yeah, pretty stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere for the rest of the week. Eh....it's alright....I have too much stuff that needs to be done around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt;nothing of any substance. A couple of magazines, really....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that we are able to deal with the coming week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; what the hell am I eating for dinner? Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;I keep getting emails from a Catholic organization. Is that a sign? Hee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; chicken salad, maybe... my diet has been terrible lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; laundry. lots of it. who in the hell wears so many damn clothes, I don't know. It aint' me 'cause I'm always in my pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is sitting in front of the fan. A cool breeze improves my mood considerably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TH00hEa5P9I/AAAAAAAAA4o/n_g0BfyfoWE/s1600/P8270006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511619261698228178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TH00hEa5P9I/AAAAAAAAA4o/n_g0BfyfoWE/s320/P8270006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex is 19. and way taller than me. I have to look up at him to get after him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TH00hsq3dMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/he3x2LKRUzw/s1600/P8270041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511619272502637762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TH00hsq3dMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/he3x2LKRUzw/s320/P8270041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....did I say I had three kids? Hmm....maybe I should start saying 'four'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........and there's my Daybook for today. I know I haven't been doing them lately, but I've been unmotivated (for one) and there have been....erm....things (of the paranormal kind) at my house and it's unsettling, so.....yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Daybookers here: &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;! Go do some clickin'!&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/2727364687014064930-1977095403131905690?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1977095403131905690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1977095403131905690&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1977095403131905690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1977095403131905690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-womans-daybook_31.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TH00gn5-6KI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Rj_yG1jZT3Q/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3698505591771937718</id><published>2010-08-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:36:07.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me.....</title><content type='html'>....slow and steady, but still draggin' my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/THKxUk5zMXI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sqrECl5iCAQ/s1600/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508660261289144690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/THKxUk5zMXI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sqrECl5iCAQ/s320/turtle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2727364687014064930-3698505591771937718?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3698505591771937718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3698505591771937718&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3698505591771937718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3698505591771937718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-me.html' title='This Is Me.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/THKxUk5zMXI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sqrECl5iCAQ/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3849747280180122572</id><published>2010-08-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:53:21.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TFmxIRBhtTI/AAAAAAAAA34/tS8MRPm_yC4/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501623175376647474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TFmxIRBhtTI/AAAAAAAAA34/tS8MRPm_yC4/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; August 4th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it is hot.  So very hot.  Last night, I was at the pool for Adrian's swim class.  I'm there sitting in the shade watching him and...my sunglasses fog up.  WHAT IN THE WORLD?!  Apparently, *I* was so hot, that my glasses, which were in close proximity to my face, steamed over.  Ugh.  Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I need to get up and pour myself another mug of liquid motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;this guy.  He's so goofy and insane.  He makes me laugh.  (Of course, he is also the reason my arm looks like I have a heroin problem, but we'll let that slide...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TFmxIzvfRjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5TniehrPcXQ/s1600/8-4-10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501623184696231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TFmxIzvfRjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5TniehrPcXQ/s320/8-4-10+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a grey tank top....socks, too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; a line from The Secret of Roan Inish.  "Christ Almighty, Fiona!"  ....makes me laugh because my grandma used to say that...(well, she never called people Fiona, but......) Is that an Irish thing?  I dunno....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to park my ass in this house and not go out until it's Autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; This Family of Mine...Victoria Gotti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that it's a quiet day today.  I need one of those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; Jesse said I needed a therapist.  I said "Pfft.....I'm not paying anybody to pretend they're listening to me.  I can get that here for free."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; there are two large baskets of unmatched socks waiting for me.  Raise your hand if you have a basket at your house, too.  Raise the other hand if you've seriously thought about throwing away all the unmatched socks and just buying a couple new packages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; Tacos/Taco salad for dinner tonight.....Buffalo Chicken salad tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; do de doooo *whistling*  Eh?  What's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;is singing along to the radio with Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TFmxIvxzoOI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AFH9Dl54zTE/s1600/8-4-10+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501623183632212194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TFmxIvxzoOI/AAAAAAAAA4A/AFH9Dl54zTE/s320/8-4-10+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....everybody had taken off to go somewhere, and the dog needed a haircut....so, I put down a towel on the table, whipped out the clippers and went to town.  Every time I'd shave off a strip of fur, I'd put it to the side.  I was focused on getting the job done quickly because Sophie has a patience point and once you pass it, that's it.  She's done, whether I am or not.  I got to 'good enough' and put her down.  About a minute later, everybody walked in the door.  Ryan looked at the table and she got this shocked look and said "Oh my god, Mother!  Did you drug the dog??!?!"  I was like "What?"  She comes closer....."Did you drug the.....what is...." and then Sophie sneezed behind her.  Ryan jumped and spun around.....looked at Sophie....looked at the blob of fur on the table and said "I thought you killed her!"  (Wha?  Really?  Is she insane?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so ends my blabbing for today.  More Daybookers at  &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!  Click itttttttttttttttt..........&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/2727364687014064930-3849747280180122572?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3849747280180122572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3849747280180122572&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3849747280180122572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3849747280180122572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TFmxIRBhtTI/AAAAAAAAA34/tS8MRPm_yC4/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5578785699140204723</id><published>2010-07-25T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:20:55.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows Don't Need Sunscreen...</title><content type='html'>.....but I do. You'd think I would learn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day on the river = awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunburn, though.........notsomuch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, y'all know me.....I can't just follow the norm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0JxOT_wFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/QSUalARidYs/s1600/rio+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498061461349449810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0JxOT_wFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/QSUalARidYs/s200/rio+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get burned on their nose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0Jxgs4p2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/a7QEAlaDWY4/s1600/rio+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498061466285680482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0Jxgs4p2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/a7QEAlaDWY4/s200/rio+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get burned on their shoulders......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0JxwmBuwI/AAAAAAAAA3w/K_WXQpIZqFw/s1600/rio+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498061470551882498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0JxwmBuwI/AAAAAAAAA3w/K_WXQpIZqFw/s200/rio+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get burned on my knees. Isn't that the dumbest thing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse's shop had a get together....one of the coworkers has a place on Rio Medina....so we hung out all day in the river. It was private and secluded... So secluded that we had to drive through the boonies and dirt roads and hay fields. Hay fields where the cows were grazing. They were not as impressed with us as we were with them, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0Jwy6yGNI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/PTI-LFtpYTI/s1600/rio+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498061453995940050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0Jwy6yGNI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/PTI-LFtpYTI/s200/rio+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cow is saying something not exactly family-friendly. Also, she said "Moo." in a very annoyed way. You know we don't live in the country when we're like "oooooooo.....cows!" and they're like 'Gahhhh....go the hell away already!"&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/2727364687014064930-5578785699140204723?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5578785699140204723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5578785699140204723&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5578785699140204723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5578785699140204723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/cows-dont-need-sunscreen.html' title='Cows Don&apos;t Need Sunscreen...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TE0JxOT_wFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/QSUalARidYs/s72-c/rio+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-4368964091683489801</id><published>2010-07-19T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:27:30.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TESooadThrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VEk8uX9ME7g/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495702857549317810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TESooadThrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VEk8uX9ME7g/s200/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; Monday, July 19, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; there are clouds passing through, which is a welcome sight, because sun and heat are getting on my nerves. Is Summer over yet?! Good grief.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; that I should probably get up and transfer the clothes from the washer to the dryer. I am so unmotivated today. I'm a lump. A big blobby unmotivated lump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; plenty of things, but when I try to narrow it down to just one thing, I get all "No, wait....what about this!" and then it makes me all crazy. (I don't think I need to be MORE crazy, do you?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans, socks, light sweater.... (because it may be 100 degrees outside, but my A/C thermostat reads 72. Yessssss......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; Zely's 2nd birthday party yesterday. Y'all know that girl may be my niece, but she is my baby girl, too. The sunshine in my life, I tell you. There was a Princess bouncy house. She was jumping around inside it like a deranged maniac. Tomboy Princess, I guess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere. What a relief. The past few days have been go-go-go, so not needing to anything or go anywhere is nice.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; Victoria magazine. I'm waiting for some books to come in from Amazon. (&lt;-- also known in this house as 'The Devil'.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; to not get any solicitors today. They seem to be in full force lately.....ringing the doorbell and setting off the dogs, who *must* yodel before, during, and long after the door has been answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; we took Adrian to the dermatologist on Friday because his skin was so dry, it was cracking. The doctor told him to stop washing his hands 98 times a day. I don't know where he gets this OCDish washing from, but whatever....it's killing him to have to think "Okay, is this a time that warrants a NEED to wash my hands?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; there are at least 15 Spanish language channels on my TV. 5 years ago, there were 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "I really don't think those shorts are going to fit you!" -Jesse. What?! Ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; C.O.R.N. tonight.....Clean Out The Refrigerator night.....sausage, barbacoa, some taco meat.....got some rice and beans in there, too.....some potato salad, I think.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; let's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; visualize 'around my house' today. Crimeny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; lately is a new TV show called '&lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/tv/last-chance-highway/"&gt;Last Chance Highway&lt;/a&gt;'. The premise is that the South has an extremely high animal population. The pets are put up on a website and are shipped to wherever to be with their forever families. (Spay and neuter, people! PLEASE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TESzmWqwkMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3rqnqRHvlBE/s1600/Photo-0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495714916800172226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TESzmWqwkMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3rqnqRHvlBE/s320/Photo-0093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, Mom!  LOL....it's all fun and games til somebody waves some money at the mariachis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; has more Daybookers........check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2727364687014064930-4368964091683489801?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4368964091683489801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=4368964091683489801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4368964091683489801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/4368964091683489801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/simple-womans-daybook_19.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TESooadThrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VEk8uX9ME7g/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3701369374846399618</id><published>2010-07-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:25:29.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; July 11, 2010 - not really 'on time' for the Daybook, but eh.....a post is a post, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; sunny....cloudy.....sunny......cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; about how no matter how often I do dishes, there is always a big mess in that kitchen. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; being able to sleep in today.....I woke up with all the dogs on the bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a grey hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; my brother's birthday. We played Pin The Hat On The Cat. Jesse spun me around so much before I played that I almost walked into the armoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; shopping, hopefully. Groceries....thrift store....maybe Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; finished reading The Help last week. ....not reading anything this week.... I've been watching TV though. Loving these guys: &lt;a href="http://beekman1802.com/"&gt;The Fabulous Beekman Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; it rains. I need some rain. Stupid sinus crap...omg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; well, on my mind WAS Ryan's college and tuition....but then we found out that because Jesse was in the military, he has X amount of college hours given to him (paid for) by the military. If he doesn't use it himself, he is allowed to pass it on to his dependants. Ryan's....college....is...paid.....for. ::exhale::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; the creepy crawlies have been out more lately. A cricket tried to jump into the house last night.....a huge spider actually made it in. Gahh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "If I was a murderer, wouldn't I be the wrong person to  [expletive] &lt;beep&gt;with?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;I'm thinking chile rellenos. Sounds good, doesn't it?!   ......love them from the Alamo Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; messy....messy....messy.....and oh! what's THAT?! another mess? Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things:&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday drives. They don't have to be on a Sunday, but just driving around with no place to go is one of my favorite things to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TDoa2uJ68GI/AAAAAAAAA3A/au1cxixu3BE/s1600/TylerBday18+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492732222936641634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TDoa2uJ68GI/AAAAAAAAA3A/au1cxixu3BE/s200/TylerBday18+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Tyler, with his girlfriend, Briana.....on his 18th birthday. It was our first time meeting her. She's totally sweet and fun. (and she didn't get too traumatized by the menagerie of animals here.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my Daybook! &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; has more! Go visit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3701369374846399618?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3701369374846399618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3701369374846399618&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3701369374846399618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3701369374846399618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TDoa2uJ68GI/AAAAAAAAA3A/au1cxixu3BE/s72-c/TylerBday18+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8829725840118053553</id><published>2010-07-07T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:05:36.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Get It.....</title><content type='html'>Most of y'all who know me know that I can justify pretty much anything, but this leaves me a little confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TDTBhvoRC3I/AAAAAAAAA24/0RlUKKqC6Xw/s1600/idon%27tgetit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491226631136676722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TDTBhvoRC3I/AAAAAAAAA24/0RlUKKqC6Xw/s320/idon%27tgetit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(short entry today.....I have a Headache From Hell.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-8829725840118053553?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8829725840118053553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8829725840118053553&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8829725840118053553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8829725840118053553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Get It.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TDTBhvoRC3I/AAAAAAAAA24/0RlUKKqC6Xw/s72-c/idon%27tgetit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1343476273871642688</id><published>2010-06-26T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:40:11.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Think About....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TCZzZ12IcdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qWg3jn7gnw8/s1600/devon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487200083785576914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TCZzZ12IcdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qWg3jn7gnw8/s320/devon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"............do Devons like to be dressed like dogs?  They're kind of....naked, after all......"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-1343476273871642688?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1343476273871642688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1343476273871642688&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1343476273871642688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1343476273871642688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-think-about.html' title='The Things I Think About....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TCZzZ12IcdI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qWg3jn7gnw8/s72-c/devon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7998544235628582217</id><published>2010-06-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:25:22.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::yawn blink::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TCD_X_2LnCI/AAAAAAAAA2o/kJ_5ts3k85I/s1600/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485665133878025250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TCD_X_2LnCI/AAAAAAAAA2o/kJ_5ts3k85I/s320/confused.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?!  Where am I?!  Why am I still in my pajamas?!  Did I eat today?!  Why is the sun out?!  ::blink::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, summer.....it brings out the brain dead in all of us.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-7998544235628582217?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7998544235628582217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7998544235628582217&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7998544235628582217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7998544235628582217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/yawn-blink.html' title='::yawn blink::'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TCD_X_2LnCI/AAAAAAAAA2o/kJ_5ts3k85I/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-690235357297532590</id><published>2010-06-08T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:54:38.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TA6GDCvntSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rF8GMN2cuTU/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480465183390807330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TA6GDCvntSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rF8GMN2cuTU/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; Tuesday, June 8th, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; cloudy and rainy. ::exhale:: It's only June and already I hate the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; how Ryan woke up with stomach issues. I hope they don't stick around. It'd be awkward to bring a barf bag to a graduation ceremony. (my niece, Kristy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; being able to go to my niece's wedding in Indiana. It was beautiful. I am not the 'cry at weddings' type, and I didn't cry.....until I saw the pictures afterwards. I'll do a picture entry later on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a t shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; how beautiful the churches in Arkansas were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to Kristy's graduation tonight. Hopfully, after that, we'll have a little down time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt;a book about the Amish. I forget the name of it.....I just started it...(bummer that I didn't see any Amish on the trip!  Although, I did see some Mennonites at McDonalds......lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; Adrian has fun at his swim classes tonight. aaaand hopefully, he doesn't end up swallowing a bunch of water and throwing up in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; these stupid acrylic nail are annoying the crap out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; all is right with the world for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "I gotta go see Angie so I can dance again!" ~Alex (He was dancing and dancing at the wedding. I just stood there with my mouth open. This child does not dance in public and then....there he was...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;fast food tonight for Kristy's get together, probably tacos the day after......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; same old same old.......just trying to keep a step ahead of Sancho's insane shedding. I vaccuum every other day because of all the white fur on the carpet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things.....&lt;/strong&gt;is spending time with my sister in law. (See below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TA6GDWCHKBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/iDI_S27mj6U/s1600/amyandterri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480465188568639506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TA6GDWCHKBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/iDI_S27mj6U/s320/amyandterri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my girl! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and there's this week's Daybook! &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; has more Daybookers.....go check it out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-690235357297532590?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/690235357297532590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=690235357297532590&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/690235357297532590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/690235357297532590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/TA6GDCvntSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rF8GMN2cuTU/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-5725767257378003602</id><published>2010-05-18T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:09:43.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S_LWZvpiSMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/t-MXEMbmFBg/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472672234984327362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S_LWZvpiSMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/t-MXEMbmFBg/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; May 18th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; is blinding sunshine. Odd, considering the weather idiots said it was going to be pouring rain for the next three days. Tsk. Got me all excited for nothing. Althoughhhhh.....last night, around 9 or so, I noticed some lightning. Then a little more lightning.... and then I was like 'Whaaa? Are we having a tropical storm?! AWESOME!' My potted orange tree went flying, the basketball hoop fell over, and glass shattered. That....was not so awesome, but eh.... Oh....then the power flickered and the kids freaked out. 10 minutes later it poured. 5 minutes after that, it was like nothing had ever happened except for the fact that I had glass all over my patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; about how incredibly sad I am that my Zely got put in daycare. I hate daycare with a passion and see no need for it when you have a bazillion family members who wants to be with your kid every day (and they're FREE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; three amazingly wonderful kids. Really. (Remind me of this when I bust Alex looking at somthing on YouTube that he shouldn't be looking at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; brown capris and a pink patterned shirt. (Whaaa? No jeans?! I KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; how beautiful my daughter looked when she went out after prom with her cousin. I can't believe I made that child. (Well, not by myself.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere, because I gots no moolah. Wait....maybe I'm going to WalMart. I think I need a pair of shorts......(walking shorts! My big thighs do not need to be exposed to the world!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; a book about the Proverbs 31 woman. Kinda slow reading, but I'll get through it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. Hope along with me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is the fact that when we go to Indiana, I will be away from all my animals. I mean, yeah, my mom is gonna be here taking care of them, but still.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; my shirt has a built in bra. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; eh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; Italian sausage cacciatore with zucchini for dinner last night.....not sure for tonight. I have stew meat in the fridge, so we'll see what I figure out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;eh....nothing new. Same old same old. Mess, mess, here.....mess, mess, there.....here a mess.....there a mess.....everywhere a mess mess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;is that long slow sigh from my dogs when they settle next to me and close their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S_LWZbx0QuI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xJJS__UiCWk/s1600/P5080039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472672229650350818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S_LWZbx0QuI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xJJS__UiCWk/s320/P5080039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignoring the mess I am, I love how his little face is all happy looking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Daybookers at &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-5725767257378003602?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5725767257378003602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=5725767257378003602&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5725767257378003602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/5725767257378003602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-womans-daybook_18.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S_LWZvpiSMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/t-MXEMbmFBg/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7883289426270803848</id><published>2010-05-12T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:38:18.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux-tatoes</title><content type='html'>I never thought my 1,000th post would be about cauliflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I got quite a few comments/emails asking about the mashed cauliflower....there are quite a few variations, but here's Jesse's recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he boils a head of cauliflower (cut up....flowerettes) until it's tender.  Then it gets drained well.  You don't want any water in it or it won't have a good texture.  (You could steam it instead.....which would minimize the worrying about water in them)  He adds about 8 oz of whipped cream cheese and 'butter to taste'.  (When he said 'butter to taste', I pressured him to give me a more exact measurement and he said "I probably add almost equal parts of cream cheese and butter."  WHATTHE.....that is alot of butter!  Anyyyyyway....)  The last thing is garlic salt (a good sprinkle) and fajita seasoning.  We get ours from here: &lt;a title="http://www.fiestaspices.com/index.asp?page=" href="http://www.fiestaspices.com/index.asp?page=fajita"&gt;Bolner's Fiesta Fajita Seasoning Products&lt;/a&gt; ...... I haven't tasted any other brand that I love as much as this one, and it's delicious on any meats as well.  I put that stuff on almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are.  I really hope y'all make it.  It's so good and hey, at least you're getting more vegetables in your diet.  (Although, I'm pretty sure the butter and cream cheese kinda negate some of the health benefit.... it's okay for us because we're eating low carb right now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-7883289426270803848?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7883289426270803848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7883289426270803848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7883289426270803848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7883289426270803848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/05/faux-tatoes.html' title='Faux-tatoes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-8468981316077809025</id><published>2010-05-11T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:30:45.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S-mjC7mnADI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pzgaAMHWQSY/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470082493172875314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S-mjC7mnADI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pzgaAMHWQSY/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; May 11, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; It's cloudy and humid. Even the dogs don't want to be out there. ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; about my dog. He has another mass on his chest. :-/ It's getting to be 'that time'. Sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S-mj5Mf_hgI/AAAAAAAAA2A/i5fDNwGJ8uI/s1600/P5080038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470083425421460994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S-mj5Mf_hgI/AAAAAAAAA2A/i5fDNwGJ8uI/s320/P5080038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; all the earrings I received this Mothers Day. Having just discovered that I could wear earrings again....after years of not being able to.....I was slowly building up my collection again. Sensitive earrings are not exactly cheap. $10ish bucks a pop, there. So, I was surprised and very excited to get lots of earrings as a Mothers Day gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a t shirt. Seems to be my usual....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; the mashed cauliflower Jesse made a couple days ago for dinner. I could eat the whole bowl by myself. *drool* I know what y'all are saying....'ew. cauliflower.' but I promise you, this is GOOD. STUFF. I tricked my very picky niece into trying some. She said "Wow....these are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good! What's in them?!" She thought they were just plain mashed potatoes. When I told her it was cauliflower, she gave me 'the face'. I said "Haaaaaaa......You &lt;em&gt;liked&lt;/em&gt; it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; nowhere. I'm staying in my house alll day. Yay, me. I don't want to go out in that gross heat and humidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; nothing, but I have a story for y'all. Since we're going to Indiana, I figured I should get a couple books to keep myself occupied on the drive. I ordered my books on Amazon, paid for them, and then got my confirmation email. The books are scheduled to arrive on the day I leave. AURGH.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that today continues to be a calm, quiet day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; what's for dinner. We grilled a bunch of meat a couple days ago, but I don't particularly want to eat just grilled meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; Sancho (the white dog - we changed his name because Jesse kept complaining that everybody thought 'he' was a 'she'.) is shaking his head. Must be something in his ear.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; none, really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; well, the kitchen is clean, for once. That in itself is worth mentioning. I made some banana pudding and some chicken salad.......still thinking about what I'm making for dinner, though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; laundry, laundry, laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is when I go on up to bed, all the dogs are hot on my tail. Poor Jesse....by the time he gets up there, all the space has been claimed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S-mjDZ6-BYI/AAAAAAAAA14/uhjFlbqsSQQ/s1600/P5080029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470082501311333762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S-mjDZ6-BYI/AAAAAAAAA14/uhjFlbqsSQQ/s320/P5080029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my Mothers Day flowers. I got to pick them out myself. Pink roses make me feel pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........and there's my Daybook for this week. I know I've been slacking on my postings lately, so it's a good thing I do the Daybook or y'all would think I was dead. More Daybookers here: &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;! Go take a peek! &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/2727364687014064930-8468981316077809025?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8468981316077809025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=8468981316077809025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8468981316077809025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/8468981316077809025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-womans-daybook_11.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S-mjC7mnADI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pzgaAMHWQSY/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-6545862995622996990</id><published>2010-05-04T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:58:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; May 4th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; it's bright and sunny. I haven't stuck my nose out the door to see if it's hot or not. I'm feeling like today may be a 'stay in the house and nap' kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; about the fact that we picked an alterations shop out of the phone book to get a few things altered. Well. When we went in there, I am guessing she does not get many visitors, because we were there for almost an hour. She talked and talked. Eh....she was a little strange, but I'm sure she went home feeling like somebody cared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; the birds chirping outside my window. I always know when the feeder is empty. One of the birds does a kamikaze move and flies into my glass door. I wonder how they elect the one to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and my pajama shirt. Hee.....I'm half dressed and ready for whichever way the day goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; Heeeee......I'm here trying to think what I'm remembering. That in itself does not bode well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to clean the kitchen. I didn't do the dishes yesterday in the hopes that maybe someone else would take over. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt; a Southern Living magazine. I just have not had my wits about me enough to concentrate on a real book lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that by staying inside today, my allergies won't make me look like I've been in a boxing match. Swollen eyes and a runny nose. That's dead sexy, innit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is the mess around the house. If it wasn't so dang hot out, I'd be making myself a nice big bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; there are quite a few people in the neighborhood talking about moving. ::smells self:: Do I offend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "It's a shame my Prince Charming is only 2." ~Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; Sloppy Joes for dinner tonight. Jesse hates them, though, so he'll be having leftovers....carne guisada and flour tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; it's very quiet. Ahhhhh, the peace and quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;is when Jesse comes home and says "Let's go out to eat. Go get ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt; what the......wow....I am slacking on my picture taking lately! I got nothin'! Boo, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........and so ends today's Daybook. I hope you enjoyed my yakking. :-P Go check out &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; for more Daybookers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-6545862995622996990?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6545862995622996990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=6545862995622996990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6545862995622996990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/6545862995622996990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-7299535357232032706</id><published>2010-05-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:36:12.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Have The......Lemon Chicken?</title><content type='html'>We have a favorite Chinese restaurant here.....and we usually get the same waiter every time.  He jokes about how Adrian grows taller every time he sees him..... he always remembers what our usual orders are...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  This time, I guess the owner was running a little short on waitstaff, bcause he was out there taking orders and bussing tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked what drinks we wanted and we received those quickly.  Then he asked us what we wanted to order.  It's a good thing we go there often, because we hadn't even been given menus.  hee hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian said "Can I have the sweet and sour chicken?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yeah yeah!  Lemon chicken!  You like it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian says "Uhhhhhh......errr.....sweet and sour chicken?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ryan orders "Could I have sesame chicken?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yeah yeah!  Lemon chicken!  You like it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhhhhhhhh........no.  Sesame chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No lemon chicken?!  It good!  You like it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhh.....no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ordered.  I asked for chicken broccoli.  Extra spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got chicken lo mein.  Extra spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::  Oh well......still good...and actually, I was surprised.  At least I didn't get the lemon chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-7299535357232032706?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7299535357232032706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=7299535357232032706&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7299535357232032706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/7299535357232032706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-have-thelemon-chicken.html' title='I&apos;ll Have The......Lemon Chicken?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3462771064745256220</id><published>2010-04-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:44:34.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S8yT2OgddBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/KAwHYhzRnhE/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461903007910032402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S8yT2OgddBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/KAwHYhzRnhE/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; Monday, April 19th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; cloudy, windy, and a little chilly. Sweatshirt weather. I'm thinking it'll probably rain later on today. We've had rain and cooler temps all week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;that I have a sore throat. I better not be getting sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;the fact that my husband is tolerant (most of the time) of my animals. He even said he knew I wanted a dachschund, but he was thinking he would like a long haired one. Imagine my shock, because this man is always saying "No more animals!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a red wraparound jersey shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; uhhh....this seems to be a bad week for remembering anything. My brain is on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; dress shopping, I s'pose. Can't go naked to my niece's wedding, now can I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt;a Better Homes and Gardens magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; that Jesse has an easy week at work. He's been working like a pack mule lately. I know money is money, but dang.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; is that I feel bad about not visiting my usual blogs. Ryan's computer goes all crazy and then some blogs come up and other ones don't.....ugh.....I miss nosing into everybody's lives! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;the birds are clearly having a party in my backyard. Even the pigeons are joining in. I know some people don't like pigeons, but I love them and their wobbly walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;"I'm going to be a young parent." from my 19 year old daughter. Uhhhhh......how young are we talking, here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;leftovers from a grill-fest 2 days ago. Who wants fajitas?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house..&lt;/strong&gt;.::sigh:: my house will never be immaculate. I'm going to go cry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/strong&gt; is when my almost 2 year old niece sees me and comes wildly running to me, she has no doubt that I will catch her as she flings herself into me for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S8yT2VrW19I/AAAAAAAAA1o/g2G8UPv-P2I/s1600/P4110115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461903009834784722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S8yT2VrW19I/AAAAAAAAA1o/g2G8UPv-P2I/s320/P4110115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Daybookers at &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt;! It's never too late to participate, so go, read, do it. Or just read mine.  It's all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3462771064745256220?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3462771064745256220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3462771064745256220&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3462771064745256220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3462771064745256220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S8yT2OgddBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/KAwHYhzRnhE/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1053854815244598647</id><published>2010-04-12T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:12:36.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Saved Me A Plane Ticket</title><content type='html'>Me:  Hey, I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/jessica_simpson_the_price_of_beauty/series.jhtml"&gt;Jessica Simpson's The Price of Beauty&lt;/a&gt;.  In Uganda, they have a fattening hut where you go before you get married to gain weight for your man!  I want to live in a fattening hut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana:  You do.  It's called a house here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-1053854815244598647?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1053854815244598647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1053854815244598647&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1053854815244598647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1053854815244598647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-saved-me-plane-ticket.html' title='She Saved Me A Plane Ticket'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1102204429090784649</id><published>2010-04-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:45:02.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streamers and Confetti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S7zgc-85SxI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HitAe7f4-_Y/s1600/nohousework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457483637005568786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S7zgc-85SxI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HitAe7f4-_Y/s320/nohousework.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is &lt;a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/nohouseworkday.htm"&gt;No Housework Day&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the looks of the house, I must've thought this holiday was a month long event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some 'holidays' are a little bogus, but this one is right up my alley.&lt;/div&gt;&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/2727364687014064930-1102204429090784649?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1102204429090784649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1102204429090784649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1102204429090784649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1102204429090784649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/04/streamers-and-confetti.html' title='Streamers and Confetti!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S7zgc-85SxI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HitAe7f4-_Y/s72-c/nohousework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-3046941544342483962</id><published>2010-03-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:57:42.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S6j76xLG3ZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vzeFlveps0w/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451884335982894482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S6j76xLG3ZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vzeFlveps0w/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/strong&gt; March 23rd, 2010 (even though I should have done this yesterday!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;it feels wonderful! The sun is out and there's a cool breeze. In the shade it's a little chilly, though. I can hear the kids at the school behind my house screaming and running around. I can always judge the morning by glancing out the windo and see what the kids are wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;that I should probably go do some laundry. Jesse's employer probably doesn't want him to come to work without pants on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;a lazy day today. The house is mostly clean, so nothing really needs that much of my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt;jeans and a Harry Potter shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;Sunday at church. Our priest sounded lik Nacho Libre. Do y'all know how hard it was to listen when I was giggling in my head like an idiot?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to my friend's house later. She just moved in to her first house ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading...&lt;/strong&gt;a cookbook. Who wants a pineapple chiffon pie?! Jesse loves pineapple, so I'm thinking I'll make one for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;that I will suddenly drop 40 lbs by May. Of course, no work should be involved with that. It should just miraculously melt off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;what I'm going to do with my hair. I'd like some highlighting for the summer (and also to cover this grey) but I don't want to go spend $15.00 for a kit where I would only use it for one highlight strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;I'm feeling better pain-wise since I started taking Naprelan. That's pretty awesome. It's a beast of a pill, but it's worth it, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "Why do I have to always make everybody else happy?! What about &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; happiness?! - Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; burritos and mexican rice last night for dinner. Chicken alfredo tonight. Eh....it's from a jar, but I doctor it up.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; the back yard needs some help. Good gravy, it needs help. One more week of looking at a messy yard is going to make me insane. It's Spring! I need pretties!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things.....&lt;/strong&gt;raindrops on roses. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture I'm sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;meh. My slacker child hasn't loaded any new pictures for me, so no pictures for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;~The Simple Woman's Daybook~&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--go and have a look about! Since I'm a day late, there are alot of links already there to browse though. (because we alllll need more blogs to read, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-3046941544342483962?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3046941544342483962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=3046941544342483962&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3046941544342483962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/3046941544342483962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-today.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/S6j76xLG3ZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vzeFlveps0w/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727364687014064930.post-1423532479444814103</id><published>2010-03-20T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:55:55.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of laundry washed, folded, and put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room and dining room mopped/vacuumed and cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen cleaned (Whaaaaaaaa?  I KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed allllllll proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, I woke up and walked out of my room.  The smell!  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!  I'm pretty sure my eyeball twitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo....I scouted around upstairs and didn't notice any offending odor (moreso than usual) coming from the kids rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked downstairs.....and whatintheworld?!  Dog mess.  It was like they were saving it up all week or something!  Crikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had just loaned my steam cleaner to my friend.  &lt;em&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I glanced at the fish tank.  Half the fish are dead.  ??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kiddies, the moral of the story here is that no good can come from cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727364687014064930-1423532479444814103?l=amysaysmeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1423532479444814103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727364687014064930&amp;postID=1423532479444814103&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1423532479444814103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727364687014064930/posts/default/1423532479444814103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amysaysmeh.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832323306664340254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz5RsauCXc4/Syqo91g1p2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/CkXmqvBWr-M/S220/PC150015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
