<?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-10705479</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:21.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Loud Voice</title><subtitle type='html'>Yelling it from the rooftops...or shall I say,  whispering it to the internet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4160260322863222488</id><published>2009-02-03T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:13:28.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>Help!  I've been chewed up and spit out by my job.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you....I'll be back when the overtime stops..............................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4160260322863222488?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4160260322863222488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4160260322863222488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4160260322863222488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4160260322863222488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhh.....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-374009227172879475</id><published>2008-12-17T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:05:48.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off for the holidays soon....</title><content type='html'>Hope you are hanging in there with your holiday cheer intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the holidays with hubby's family - 24 of them.  For a week.  I'm actually looking forward to it - I need a vacation that includes alot of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a happy holiday and I'll try to be a better blogger next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-374009227172879475?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/374009227172879475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=374009227172879475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/374009227172879475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/374009227172879475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/off-for-holidays-soon.html' title='Off for the holidays soon....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4964280181851649467</id><published>2008-11-19T14:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:52:36.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hangin' in there</title><content type='html'>So my last post was a little dire.  It really is that bad sometimes but my family is so good at pretending everything is fiiiinnne, we all lllllooovvve eachother that I'm sure no one knew that I was about to throw my mom out of the window more than once at my daughter's birthday party last weekend.  (Except of course my close girlfriends who vowed to wisk me away if she tried to get me alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thanksgiving is around the corner.  Another time for faking it, but at least alot of people will be there like last weekend, so it should be fine.  And I made sure to tell my brother  (whose bringing the wine) that I will need reinforcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to some more fun stuff.  Like how behind I am with Christmas shopping.  How I've gained all the weight back I lost a year ago.  How my 'new' job is kicking my ass a little bit.  How tomorrow I am no longer going to have my office to myself - ya' freakin' hoo - I'm getting a roommate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side - I have Friday off (Xmas shopping! Thanksgiving food shopping! Blissful free time!)  And Saturday is my 11th anniversary - yeah - dinner out with hubby!  (In case you're wondering, I'm paying a babysitter.  No way I'm asking my mom to babysit for a long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are things on your end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4964280181851649467?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4964280181851649467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4964280181851649467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4964280181851649467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4964280181851649467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-hangin-in-there.html' title='Still hangin&apos; in there'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6986268839064369030</id><published>2008-11-10T11:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:29:04.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Stop</title><content type='html'>My mother called me this morning at 7:20am to tell me that we don't need to do the whole 'Thanksgiving thing' if it's going to be 'too hard' for me. All because I made a joke last night about us needing to buy alot of wine for Turkey Day. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next breath she asked if my husband will make coffee after Thanksgiving dinner because (ha! ha! ha!) she doesn't know how to use her coffee maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week she hung up on me three separate times, yelling at me so loudly I couldn't understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't kidding - I'm gonna need alot of damn wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Of course there are 17 people invited to have Thanksgiving at her house and only my brother and one other couple actually lives in the same city as she does, so everyone else is traveling there. In LESS than 3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6986268839064369030?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6986268839064369030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6986268839064369030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6986268839064369030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6986268839064369030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/make-it-stop.html' title='Make It Stop'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4064992006982330</id><published>2008-11-05T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:30:34.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here, Sort Of</title><content type='html'>I'm here, just very busy.  Lots going on at work and with my family.  Be back soon when I can come up for air a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone voted - quite a historic day for our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4064992006982330?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4064992006982330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4064992006982330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4064992006982330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4064992006982330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-here-sort-of.html' title='I&apos;m Here, Sort Of'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8918623501169329009</id><published>2008-10-22T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:09:05.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee hee hee...</title><content type='html'>When pumpkins drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SP9d8fZRmHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/J7JHMEzthj0/s1600-h/pumpkins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260026183593072754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SP9d8fZRmHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/J7JHMEzthj0/s320/pumpkins.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8918623501169329009?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8918623501169329009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8918623501169329009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8918623501169329009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8918623501169329009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/hee-hee-hee.html' title='Hee hee hee...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SP9d8fZRmHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/J7JHMEzthj0/s72-c/pumpkins.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4687945490016905160</id><published>2008-10-20T10:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:33:44.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfall...</title><content type='html'>One thing happens that leads to something else, that leads to yet another 'something else...'  That's what my house is ya'll....a never ending list of 'something elses', if that's even a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dog peed in my daughter's room.  About 3 times.  Husband cleaned the carpet about 10 times with different cleaners.  Didn't work.  My daughter couldn't sleep in there with the smell of pee and cleaner, so maybe it's time to rip up the carpets and put in the wood floors we talked about doing when they were older.  Why not!  So we stay up until midnight and take everything out of her room and rip up the carpet.  Done!  That was two weeks ago.  Garage is still full of her furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we order flooring for both kids rooms, because we know eventually, we want both of their rooms to be the wood flooring and we want them to be the same color.  So we order the flooring - guess what!  They have to order it!  It will take 4 days.  The installer comes to measure both rooms (that way we can order all the flooring at once like we wanted to.)  He says he can come Saturday, flooring will be in Thursday, so we're good.  Hurray!  Kids will be back in their rooms by Saturday night.  What do you think that happened?  Installer called Thursday, can't come until Monday.  So, we have all day Friday to think.  This is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the dog peed in my son's room too.  Let's gut his room too since we now have two extra days!  And we'll just do the floors at the same time?  Why not!  House is already a wreck, let's just do it all at once!  So Saturday, we gut the room.  Except we don't have a garage to put his crap in because god forbid the Mustang goes in the driveway, so my son's room basically exploded all over the rest of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband gets up all the tack strips, spackles, and does some repair work on some baseboards.  About 1:30 yesterday (Sunday) he says - so, did we decide if we're painting Z's room?  Oh crap.  The room is totally cleared out!  What better time to paint - of course!  So I run to the hardware store and get paint.  Oh yeah - and quarter round.  And more paint because we might as well re-paint the doors and walls above the chair rail too.  Let's not forget that we still have a flag football game to play and cheer at, plus my mom coming over to watch the game and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom leaves, we get the kids in bed.  Start painting at 8:30pm last night.  Installers coming today so it must get done.  Guess who was up realllyyy late painting and now has blue speckled fingernails because scrubbing your nails with your contacts already out, in the dark, because one of your kids is sleeping in your bed is really not the best way to get them completely clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday, the home of run-on sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4687945490016905160?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4687945490016905160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4687945490016905160&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4687945490016905160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4687945490016905160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/waterfall.html' title='Waterfall...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-392512355980270864</id><published>2008-10-14T08:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:22:28.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics and Family</title><content type='html'>I'm a registered Republican. If you know my family background, this is not a surprise. I went to Catholic schools until I was a sophomore in high school. My father went to West Point and was in the military for 30+ years. I have lived all over the world, in military bases overseas and in the U.S. My husband's father was in the Army too and he was brought up Catholic as well, so that all equals Republican. My husband is a conservative and votes party lines (at least from what I can gather - he doesn't always share.) I do not. For example, I voted for Bill Clinton - my husband just shakes his head every time he hears that. I have learned it's easier to keep my political opinons to myself as far as hubby is concerned. As you might imagine, we do not agree on alot of things and it's easier to remain quiet about it than to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bring all this up because my previously staunch Republican mother is an Obama supporter.  And my husband and mother are arguing about politics. It's a little nasty on both sides and I try to stay out of it, telling them both to basically just shut their mouths (nicely!) because no one is going to win the argument. Both have their opinions, both think they are right, but the tension is unreal when this comes up. And my mother is like a dog with a bone - she thinks she can change my husband's mind, so she keeps bringing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point: We were at my brother's house this weekend for my nephew's birthday and my mom kept saying we needed to come by her house on the way out (she lives close by.) There was no reason for us to go by, so I kept asking what was up. I finally got it out of her - "I put a &lt;em&gt;Vote Obama&lt;/em&gt; sign up in the front yard and I wanted S to see it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we did not drive by her house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-392512355980270864?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/392512355980270864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=392512355980270864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/392512355980270864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/392512355980270864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/politics-and-family.html' title='Politics and Family'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-9033714841145082022</id><published>2008-10-10T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:40:57.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, wow - a few of you are still there.  Awesome!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday evening.  Pizza is in the oven.  (I think I bought it just so I could use my new Pampered Chef pizza cutter.  Ha!)  Husband is on the way home from a little time with the boys.  And I'm sitting here, at the computer with a large glass of white wine.   This is good.  Relaxing.  I really needed this.  I've worked about 60 hours this week and I'm exhausted.  New jobs can suck that way, but ironically, I'm enjoying the challenges this new job brings.  Sometimes it's hard to listen to 25 year olds telling you what you need to do.   Not that they aren't nice to me, but DAMN they make me feel old.  (An aside - how the hell did these kids get jobs?  No one has taught some of these babies how to dress for a professional job?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, alot has happened in the months since I last blogged.  Things have been crazy and chaotic, but also somewhat the same too.  I've been on the brink of going to therapy more than once.  I've gained all my weight back that I lost.  I have a new job.  I still have awesome, intelligent kids.   A great husband whom I love, but wish was more open minded.  Lots of things to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how have you been?  I've been reading alot of blogs, but not commenting as much.  I miss this forum, so I think I'll venture back and poke at the fire.  Be more open than I have been because I really need to be to make this work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that means I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-9033714841145082022?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9033714841145082022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=9033714841145082022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/9033714841145082022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/9033714841145082022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-wow-few-of-you-are-still-there.html' title='So, wow - a few of you are still there.  Awesome!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-786567771148777006</id><published>2008-10-08T13:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:26:50.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssssttt....is anyone there???</title><content type='html'>I am contemplating coming back to my blog.  Things have been very crazy lately and I find myself thinking 'damn!  I should blog about that!'  A few folks have poked me via email too.  As things start to stabilize here, I'm thinking about returning....but would anyone read?  The eternal question....BUT, to be honest, I started this blog as a catharsis for myself - I didn't expect alot of readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to blog, or not to blog...that is the question....I'm still on the fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-786567771148777006?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/786567771148777006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=786567771148777006&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/786567771148777006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/786567771148777006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/psssstttis-anyone-there.html' title='Pssssttt....is anyone there???'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8521333252070205688</id><published>2008-04-01T14:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:27:58.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing It In</title><content type='html'>I think I'm done with the blogging thing. It's become less fun for me, less cathartic for some reason and more of a burden.  I don't feel like I'm getting out of it what I once did and I think it's time to say goodbye. I told &lt;a href="http://www.ladygrey.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was going to give it a few weeks, but I think I'm done girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye here only means I'll have more time to read all my favorite blogs, so I'll be reading you and commenting - because I really have met some awesome people through this machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who read and for all your supportive comments these last few years.  I'll be seeing ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8521333252070205688?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8521333252070205688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8521333252070205688&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8521333252070205688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8521333252070205688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/04/packing-it-in.html' title='Packing It In'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4705340155344801020</id><published>2008-03-20T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:05:03.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Questions Answered!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so no one really asked me any new questions, but I was asked to expand on all three exciting topics I mentioned in my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 1 - Easter is the new Christimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually coming from my husband. As I was frantically running around last Friday trying to get Easter basket stuff ready (I totally frickin' forgot about Easter this year. Didn't it come early??!) I was telling him what I got for the kids, actually pretty proud of myself for reigning in my spending...and he basically says 'Damn! We have some spoiled kids!!' He had to point out that when he was young, on Easter, he got some candy, a chocolate bunny, and maybe a small toy or stuffed animal. Now, he said, kids expect almost a mini-Christmas! This was all sort of joking of course because he knows why I am this way...it's my mother's fault!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to take him too serioulsy though because after having this little chat, he says to me he has a great idea for the kids for Easter - how about we get them each an Ipod Shuffle! A chocolate bunny they are not! So, I took back a couple of things for each of them and got them Shuffles...my kids ARE spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 2 - Oreos = the Devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an unopened bag of Oreos in my pantry about a month ago. I don't know when I got them and frankly I was surprised the kids hadn't found them. Needless to say, they are now gone. And the kids didn't eat ANY of them. I'm in trouble folks. More on this another day. It's too depressing to discuss right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 3 - Dropping your hairdresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you a coward like me? Or do you enjoy/thrive on confrontation? I am not a confrontational kind of girl. Don't get me wrong, in work or social situations, if I have an opinion on something, I speak up. I'm not a quiet person. (Hush &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) But when it comes to my hairdresser, I am such a freak. I have had the same guy doing my hair for about 3-4 years now. I've followed him to 3 different salons people! Several times I thought I'd move on. Then I'd see him again and he's win me over - he is seriously a really nice person. He's had a hard life. His wife runs a day care for special needs kids out of their house. They are always living pay check to pay check.......and I did not like the cut or color of my hair 50 % of the time - I even had to cut it myself a to even it out more than a few times, and I also had to touch up my roots more than once because the color would fade so fast!  But I still kept going! It's the guilt I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, remember my trip to Chicago last month for the funeral? I had forgotten than I had a hair appointment scheduled that week so I got the reminder phone call on my cell while we were there. I called the recpetionist back and cancelled my appointment. And I haven't been back.  No phone call, no nothing to tell him I'm done.  I know - cowardly! I have an appointment with a new stylist in a week or so. I'm hoping she doesn't suck, because I would hate to have to see her for 3 years then break up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot one little detail...my sister-on-law went to my stylist for about 6 months and decided to leave him too. I'm SURE that my leaving him has nothing to do with me not wanting to explain why she hasn't been back to see him.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4705340155344801020?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4705340155344801020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4705340155344801020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4705340155344801020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4705340155344801020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-questions-answered.html' title='Your Questions Answered!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1238570076502662545</id><published>2008-03-17T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:22:50.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patty's Day all!  If only it were a Saturday - I would totally be drinking some green beer about now.  I still haven't had a chance to fix up the place yet - I will, promise.  It's quite the eye sore right now!  I've had a few new folks stop by - thanks guys!!  I'm sorry it's such a mess around here!  Usually it's much cleaner.  Must get that maid back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to say hi and see what's shakin'!  Are you wearing green today?? If not, consider yourself PINCHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some actual work.  I'll try to post again later with something interesting....here are your choices....don't hold your breath, they can't all be winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter is the new 'Christmas' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oreos = the Devil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropping your hair stylist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask me a question, go on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1238570076502662545?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1238570076502662545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1238570076502662545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1238570076502662545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1238570076502662545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2786214037268315984</id><published>2008-03-11T08:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:47:35.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'd Forgotten About Having Dogs in the House</title><content type='html'>So we've had the dogs for 1 1/2 weeks now. And a few things have come to light that I completely forgot about when you have dogs. Maybe I blocked them out, kind of like child birth. Because I might have changed my mind about allowing my husband to get dogs if I had remembered all these things beforehand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to dry your hair and put on make up while having a dog's nose up your ass is NOT easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogs claws on wood floors are LOUD and ANNOYING. Especially at 3 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everytime one of us gets up in the middle of the night or early in the morning to go to the bathroom, the dogs get so excited and crazy. Because they think it's TIME TO GET UP! UP! UP! UP! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The nipping of the fingers when trying to pet one of the dogs is sometimes painful. It's even more painful when you get nipped in the ass while laying on your daughter's bed trying to read books. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dog breath STINKS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dog hair SUCKS. The lint roller thingy is my new best friend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two dogs = LOTS of dog hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just try to cook in peace with two dogs constantly sniffing and jumping on the BRAND NEW COUNTERTOPS looking for food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've bought rope bones, two different kinds of rawhide treats, milkbones and another type of treat. They will barely eat the milkbones and need serious prompting to even look at the other stuff. WTF kind of dogs are these??? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The puking and peeing in the house to mark their territory - SO NOT COOL. I've washed every throw rug in the house since they conveniently miss the damn tile...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking the two dogs at once is definitely going to get me killed. Either they will ensnare me like a mummy in the two leashes and I will fall over in the middle of the street unable to get up, only to be run over by a car....OR they will pull so hard I will fall on my face and be dragged senseless for a few miles before getting run over by a car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are pretty cute though. I mean seriously, who is happier to see you than a dog? And my kids ADORE them. How can you resist them .... they pull you in, licking you into compliance.   And there's the whole fluffy and cute thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I neglected to introduce them properly before. Meet Brody and Bama, our newest, messiest members of the family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176463237205532370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R9Z9416BHtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yCepkCghS1A/s320/bama++brody+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This is the picture that their 'foster mother' from Lab Rescue sent us. They are cute, but I draw the line at sleeping on my bed. I need one dog hair-free zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2786214037268315984?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2786214037268315984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2786214037268315984&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2786214037268315984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2786214037268315984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-id-forgotten-about-having-dogs.html' title='Things I&apos;d Forgotten About Having Dogs in the House'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R9Z9416BHtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yCepkCghS1A/s72-c/bama++brody+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-9036806289595899092</id><published>2008-03-06T15:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:29:19.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack</title><content type='html'>Been away at training since the 3rd. I'm back now. Gotta catch up on work. And house cleaning. Because, well....let's just say things have gotten a little 'hairy' around here.... &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174728119948375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R9BTzua_d3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Zkqel8tpL-k/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174727956739618658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R9BTqOa_d2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ec5vVC3XSX4/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174727810710730578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R9BThua_d1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/CN-UgzHPAWI/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&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/10705479-9036806289595899092?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9036806289595899092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=9036806289595899092&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/9036806289595899092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/9036806289595899092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/03/ack.html' title='Ack'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R9BTzua_d3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Zkqel8tpL-k/s72-c/IMG_1268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2212083963664739679</id><published>2008-02-28T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:11:49.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Week</title><content type='html'>I know my blog has been in shambles. It still is, but at least now you can read it. I promise I'll update all the links, etc when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in Chicago for the last 4 days. My husband's grandmother died on Saturday and we left the next day for the wake and funeral. She was 90 years old and had been in and out of the hospital since November, but her body just gave out last week. She waited until my mother-in-law was able to be there, so for that I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm totally drained, trying to catch back up at work. I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2212083963664739679?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2212083963664739679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2212083963664739679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2212083963664739679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2212083963664739679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-week.html' title='Long Week'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6564424243869241744</id><published>2008-02-22T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:43:07.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured out...</title><content type='html'>Why I have no mast head or whatever it's called. The company I bought the template from folded and I had no idea. If I had known (i.e, gotten an EMAIL MAYBE), I could have gotten the photo off of photobucket, but now it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in the market for a cheap new template. I'm afraid to touch the one I have in fear of totally screwing it up. I could give it a try I guess, but damn! I remember how long this took me the first time. I guess if you know of any sites with good, free templates, I could give it a shot. You know, in my spare time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6564424243869241744?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6564424243869241744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6564424243869241744&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6564424243869241744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6564424243869241744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-figured-out.html' title='I figured out...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-3359538545307203276</id><published>2008-02-20T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:11:51.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Only Five!</title><content type='html'>We've had the 'general' discussion before.  But last night, my daughter insisted on knowing EXACTLY how she was born.  Her brother chimed in too.  Hubby smiled and walked away as if to say "it's all you babe!."  &lt;em&gt;Chicken!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told the story as generally and truthfully as I could...emphasizing the stuff AFTER she was born.  My favorite questions and my attempt at answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:  Did you get a hole in your tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:  Then how did I get born? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, through my private area (her school calls the unmentionables your 'privates' so I was trying to relate it to that.  She knows the correct names, she just thinks its funny to say privates...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:  I came out of your BUTT??!  &lt;em&gt;(Laughing hysterically, along with her brother.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No...the vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:  The BAGINA!  &lt;em&gt;(Still laughing hysterically, and yes, she calls it a bagina.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes.  &lt;em&gt;(Trying to keep a straight face.  I can hear hubby chuckling in the other room.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to make me tell her the whole story again - and again.  Why is it that she focused on the birthing part when obviously the weighing/measuring/and being held by mommy for the first time are clearly more interesting....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.  It's only just begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-3359538545307203276?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3359538545307203276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=3359538545307203276&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3359538545307203276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3359538545307203276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/02/shes-only-five.html' title='She&apos;s Only Five!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6823214952816867470</id><published>2008-02-13T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:19:19.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting with my son doing Brainquest cards.  He's 7, but he's graduated to the 8-9 year old cards since we finished the 6-7 year old cards.  There are more things on these cards that he hasn't learned yet, so there are always lots of pauses when he's thinking about his answers.  And some funny responses too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What explorer crossed the ocean in 1492 and is credited with discovering the America's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  Ummm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I was in your class when you did an art project about this person.  Remember the three boats?  The Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  &lt;em&gt;Silence...just a blank stare...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay, a bigger hint...Chriiiiisss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  I know, I know!!! (&lt;em&gt;Eyes light up, finger pointing to the sky...then a sly smile...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  Okay, I got nothin'.  &lt;em&gt;(Steady laughter....like he's pulled one over on mom.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, before bed, I was talking to my daughter (5 years old) about her day at school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:  Mommy, did you know it was &lt;strong&gt;Ambercam&lt;/strong&gt; Lincoln's birthday today??  He lived in a cabin and he didn't have lights!  He had to use fire and candles to see!  We made a cabin at school today out of brown sticks!!  It was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6823214952816867470?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6823214952816867470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6823214952816867470&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6823214952816867470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6823214952816867470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/02/kid-stuff.html' title='Kid Stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6727479972486819364</id><published>2008-02-07T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:40:31.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh where did my masthead go??</title><content type='html'>I can't figure out what happened to my masthead. It's not there when I load my blog. Does anyone else see it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your encouraging comments and emails from my last post. The beyotch did not come to my meeting last week, so it went rather smoothly. Hurray! The busy train is still chugging along, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel. And I have so many blogs to catch up on it isn't funny. I've been trying to read in spurts, but damn you people post alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nuggets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woot on the Giants winning the Super Bowl...I'm a college football fan mostly, but I have to say it was one of the most entertaining SB's I've ever seen. Plus, the cheaters didn't win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hear the writer's strike is coming to an end...YEAH! My Fair Brady and Celebrity Rehab are rotting my brain cells.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Project Runway - LOVE...my favorite designer is still hanging in there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hannah Montana movie was cute. I took my daughter along with a few other parents and girls from her pre-school. You haven't seen funny until you seen four 5-year olds dancing and singing the wrong words to a song in front a full theatre. On the flip side, I can't get that damn song out of my head...except that it's my daughter singing it...(&lt;em&gt;you get the best of boat words...mix it all together and you know got the best of boat words..ha ha ha ha! For you Hannah amateurs, the song is called Best of Both Worlds...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm trying to watch what I eat this week. So far so good. I am cautiously optimistic. I'm not saying anymore until it sticks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gators, number 4 recruiting class in the country, 'nuf said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm out...I'll try to post more often. Promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6727479972486819364?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6727479972486819364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6727479972486819364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6727479972486819364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6727479972486819364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-oh-where-did-my-masthead-go.html' title='Where oh where did my masthead go??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1699600858241248671</id><published>2008-01-31T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:59:31.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those weeks</title><content type='html'>I don't normally talk that much about work.  Today I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to the office and worked until 11:15 last night.  I had grand plans to finish up all these little things and clear some of my to do list.  Then I found out I had to re-create something I was already close to finishing because the damn spreadsheet vanished.  Gone.  Okay, no problem.  Roll with it.  Then I find this big error in data someone else gave me and it's a BIG problem.   I almost lost it.  That was just my evening.  This last week has been utter chaos.  Certain 'people' are questioning my work because they are vindictive assholes.  Thank goodness my boss knows they are assholes.  However, I still have to work with these people.  It's all I can do not to start shaking and gritting my teeth when they walk in a room or I see one of their names on caller id.  And I have to go to a BIG meeting today to basically defend myself.  I am not looking forward to it.  I WILL be having wine tonight.  Alot of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know who the hell I pissed off?? Seriously?  Make this shit stop already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1699600858241248671?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1699600858241248671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1699600858241248671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1699600858241248671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1699600858241248671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='One of those weeks'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1888593358586661408</id><published>2008-01-28T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:19:41.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncanny Resemblance</title><content type='html'>Surely, you've heard of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160608272693345010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R54p4cbUOvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eE0LBGv8spA/s320/200px-HM-MMC_Tour_Movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I've spotted her better looking twin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160608478851775234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R54qEcbUOwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ITpcYC3kP9Y/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, I forked over $32 so she and I can see the movie next week.  I figure it's at least $968 less than buying the actual concert tickets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm bringing ear plugs.  Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1888593358586661408?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1888593358586661408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1888593358586661408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1888593358586661408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1888593358586661408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncanny-resemblance.html' title='Uncanny Resemblance'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R54p4cbUOvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eE0LBGv8spA/s72-c/200px-HM-MMC_Tour_Movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-3039991791872230148</id><published>2008-01-22T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:08:58.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a hell of a week. (Okay, so 11 days...whatever!) My big 'deadline' is the end of the month. Of course it doesn't get that much better after the 31st really, but at least I can breathe. Like I told a friend...January is hell and February is purgatory. BUT, enough bitching about work for now.... no one wants to hear that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to some bullet points, because I know you love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son was shown a movie last week at school about Martin Luther King. I think it's great that they discussed MLK. We discussed the movie and I'm proud of his understanding of what MLK stood for - he even told me at the end of our conversation that he wished MLK was still around because he'd be "really neat" to talk to in person. As I said, I'm glad this opened up discussion, but I am not as thrilled that the movie also talked about MLK being shot. My son is 7 years old and I think he might be a little young for this part of the story. He knows what death is (it's a current obsession actually), but to discuss the method of death was a little disturbing to me, and to him. I believe it's had some affect on him - he woke up last night in tears telling me that he's scared to die. What do you think?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hubby has decided that we are both going to try together to lose weight. He's already ahead of me. He's stopped drinking soda and eating fried foods. Guess I need to get a move on. Anybody have any motivation they can lend me for a bit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you know, my tv obsession runs deep. Most of the shows I watch are close to being out of new episodes due to the writer's strike. I've taken to watching a few new reality shows that truly are obscene train wrecks and need to be taken off the air...My Fair Brady - Maybe Baby? and Rock of Love 2. Okay, so maybe they can wait to take them off the air until Lost comes back....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daughter had her 5 year doctor's appointment last week and had to have two shots. (Total suckage.) Since she did SO well (no crying!) I got her a frosty at Wendy's on the way back to school. As she's sitting there eating the frosty, I hear her mumbling to herself....'wow, this frosty is wayyyy better than chicken.' I hear ya' sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son has already had 2 days off from school plus 3 days of early dismissal since Christmas vacation. WTF?? He has another day off in a few weeks too????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run, don't walk to the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mothership&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; people. They are having 50-75% off clothes (mostly winter stuff.) For next year, I got a fleece jacket for each kid, two pairs of pants and two long sleeve shirts for my daughter, a long sleeve shirt and pair of running pants for my son, a long sleeve shirt for me, and two long sleeve shirts and a pair of shorts for hubby. For $42. SWEET! (In case you're wondering why the hell we need winter stuff in Florida, it does get cold here - it was 50 degrees during the day on Sunday! Yes, that's cold for us. Plus, we're heading up north for a family Xmas in Virginia next year.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I got for now. Off to the grind! Thanks to all the new folks that have been visiting. Don't be strangers!! I'll stop by your place when I have a spare second. Happy Tuesday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-3039991791872230148?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3039991791872230148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=3039991791872230148&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3039991791872230148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3039991791872230148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2314830645692992856</id><published>2008-01-11T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:55:53.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY...finally</title><content type='html'>Yeah! It's Friday! Let me tell you, this working 5 days in a row thing sucks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for all the compliments on my hair - alot of people that see me everyday say I look like a different person. I still freak a little bit when I see myself in the mirror, but I'm getting used to it. And the whole 3 minute hair drying is pretty awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two funnies for today....one cartoon and an excerpt from an email my MIL sent this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just remember, if you're having a bad day...it could be worse...(this would totally be my luck.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154216226494879426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R4d0WYvIFsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/31YMn3LDhmo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my MIL (both my MIL and FIL are very involved in their county's election process. I think my FIL is still in charge of all the volunteer pollsters...so they are very informed voters so this makes me laugh all the more....):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I start working the early voting on Monday, the 14th, for the primary that is not going to count for 50% of the delegates at the Republican convention and not at all for the Democrats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got a thing in the mail yesterday from the Republican Party National Committee asking for a donation and Dad wrote all over it: "when you count my votes, I'll send you a donation." And he's going to mail it back that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2314830645692992856?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2314830645692992856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2314830645692992856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2314830645692992856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2314830645692992856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/fridayfinally.html' title='FRIDAY...finally'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R4d0WYvIFsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/31YMn3LDhmo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-3736298161019047091</id><published>2008-01-09T13:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:28:27.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I Did It **UPDATE**</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair. After looking at this pic from the cruise...it looks really short now...and dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153543441342797378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R4UQdIvIFkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xuVLJjyAv7E/s320/scan0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Update** Here are the after pics....sorry about the faces, but I hate pictures of me and somehow it's easier if I make faces ;-). So, what do you think?? I need to style it myself - needs a little body on top. It feels really different...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153589294413649538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R4U6KIvIFoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VJA6hS0zaBE/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153591003810633378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R4U7tovIFqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kAIfMZahdss/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153591360292918962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R4U8CYvIFrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/m8Wp3ohR8F0/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-3736298161019047091?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3736298161019047091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=3736298161019047091&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3736298161019047091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3736298161019047091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-i-did-it.html' title='Well, I Did It **UPDATE**'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R4UQdIvIFkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xuVLJjyAv7E/s72-c/scan0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-3698348699000001262</id><published>2008-01-09T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:20:41.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Funny</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law sent me this....hee hee hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed by the nursing home and there were six old ladies lying naked in the front grass.  I thought this was a litle peculiar but continued on my way because it's a long walk and I wanted to get it over with before it got truly hot again today.   On my way back, the ladies were still lying in the yard and to quench my curiosity I went inside and asked to speak to the director of the facility. When I asked him if he knew there were six naked old ladies lying on his front lawn, he replied. "Yes, I know. They're retired prostitutes and they're having a yard sale!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get my hair cut this morning.  I'm going to mix it up a bit.  Maybe I'll post before and after pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-3698348699000001262?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3698348699000001262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=3698348699000001262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3698348699000001262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3698348699000001262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesday-funny.html' title='Wednesday Funny'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5396374440231986931</id><published>2008-01-07T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:46:05.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Normal...</title><content type='html'>A few random bits on the first 'normal' week since the holidays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-School starts up again today.  My kids are less than excited.  They don't like getting up at 6:00am - and I agree!  My kids are old enough now that they sleep in pretty well.  (My daughter slept in until 11am one day over vacation!  I have no idea where she gets that....)  I love that they sleep in now, but it's so hard to get them back on schedule.  It doesn't help that we were pretty loose with bed times over the break.  This week will be tough as a result.  My daughter especially does not want to go back...we'll see how her first day back went later today.  I KNOW they will be VERY tired tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Although I worked a few days last week and a little over the weekend, work starts back in earnest this week.  Everyone is back and you can tell no one is happy about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could not sleep last night with all the thinking about what needs to be done in the next few weeks.  My daughter got up at 1:45am saying she was 'scared' of something.  I laid with her for awhile until she fell back asleep...only to be awoken at 3:35am with the urge to puke my guts out...which I proceeded to do for 10 minutes.  After washing up and brushing my teeth (blech!) I laid back down at 3:46am.  At 3:47am the damn dog a few houses away started howling.  For 15 minutes.  I saw 4:00am, then must have falling back asleep.  When the alarm clock went off at 5:45am I was hatin' life.  I'm still hatin' life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got some money for xmas this year from my mom....I am considering buying a treadmill.  Does anyone have one?  If so, do you use it?  What kind do you have?  Any thoughts? I figure if I can watch tv or read a book and not leave the house while I exercise, I'm MUCH more likely to do it.  I am almost back to wanting to slim down again.  Almost.  I gained 7 lbs over the holidays. NOT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm getting my haircut next week.  I'm contemplating telling my hairdresser to do whatever he wants.  I'm sick of my hair.  I'm also going to color it a bit darker.  After looking at the pictures of me from the cruise and xmas, I'm surprised no one has told me how bad the color is.  It is way to blond/red for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I taped a new show last night - &lt;em&gt;Cashmere Mafia&lt;/em&gt;.  Wonder if it's any good.   Anyone see it yet?  &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; starts again in a few weeks and I CAN'T wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can you tell I'm procrastinating this morning?  I so wish I didn't have to work today.  I wish I could have stayed home after the whole throwing up thing, but that is just not an option until next month.  UGH.  I  do like my job...but today...it's REALLY hard to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Monday.  Give me something to laugh at today.  Anything at all.  I need a boost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5396374440231986931?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5396374440231986931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5396374440231986931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5396374440231986931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5396374440231986931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to Normal...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4633076709009663422</id><published>2008-01-03T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:10:21.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Cruise Pics</title><content type='html'>Just a few pics of the cruise, since so many of you asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving Miami....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151245642429371858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3zmnovIFdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ttPeTrsxqUU/s320/Cruise+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our ship....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151245706853881314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3zmrYvIFeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yClHrf-44CQ/s320/Cruise+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sister in law at the Straw Market in Nassau...and no, I did not want my picture taken....can't you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151245766983423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3zmu4vIFfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cSpn_FNFglw/s320/Cruise+2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan's Bay Beach in St. Thomas...and I didn't notice the chick in the pink bikini with the major wedgie until hubby pointed it out....kind of ruins the beautiful water, eh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151245968846886402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3zm6ovIFgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MGlPva0EZTQ/s320/Cruise+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I at the beach bar at Megan's Bay in St. Thomas. I'm looking pretty rough - heh, it's hard being on vacation and being lubed up with suntain lotion for 7 days straight! Can you see that lady behind me with the scarf on her head?? Well she and her group of friends were trashed and everyone at the beach bar were watching (and laughing of course) at their attempts to walk to their taxi. They must have tried to leave for over 30 minutes - carrying eachother, dropping things, falling all over the place, laughing. Quite a scene. Finally, a few locals helped carry most them off the beach. Quite amusing. That'll teach them to down 4 shots of tequila in 15 minutes. (Duh!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, between hubby and I in the backround, you can see a boat in the distance. This was a HUGE yacht that pulled into the bay while we were there. Really awesome. Those on board were riding around in waverunners and other water toys. Ah, the lives of the rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151246054746232338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3zm_ovIFhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WAVKLwKKl5k/s320/Cruise+3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is at Boo Boo Jam/Orient Bay beach in St. Martin. Perhaps the prettiest beach I've seen - and I lived in Hawaii people. It was on the French side of the island and is a 'clothing optional' beach. That in itself was quite the spectacle. Why is it that those with their clothes off at these places are the ones that MOST need their clothes ON??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151246136350610978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3znEYvIFiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/frMKsqu7UdU/s320/Cruise+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty sunset from the dock in St Thomas (I think!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151248842180007474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3zph4vIFjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/t08MrigmwNw/s320/Cruise+5.jpg" border="0" /&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/10705479-4633076709009663422?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4633076709009663422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4633076709009663422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4633076709009663422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4633076709009663422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/few-cruise-pics.html' title='A Few Cruise Pics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R3zmnovIFdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ttPeTrsxqUU/s72-c/Cruise+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5566966219288543039</id><published>2008-01-02T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:00:16.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, where to start?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been gone for about 20 years. Seriously. It's only been 2 1/2 weeks, but damn, it's been forever! I've only been at the computer for a few hours and my fingers are tired! I'm a wuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the easiest way to catch you all up at Casa OLV happenings is to start from the beginning. Last you read, I was a mess trying to get things done before the cruise. Somehow, everything worked out. A few late nights and early mornings, and all went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for our cruise the 17th and basically, everything went off without a hitch. The cruise rocked. I have never had a vacation where you basically are cut off from civilization. Seriously - unless you want to spend some serious coin, there is no phone and no internet. The three sea days we literally sat around the pool and read books. For hours. Oh yeah - we played cards and cribbage too. Until it was time to eat again. Or gamble. On the port days, we went shopping. And to the beach to lay by the water and read books. And drink rum punch. Then got back on the ship to eat and gamble some more. We did hit the dance club for about 5 minutes. Until we realized how frickin' old we are and that apparantly the 'over 18' restriction meant only 18-19 year olds allowed in da club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of the trip was coming back to the boat and hiking up to the deck that faces the ship entrance. And watching people literally run for the ship trying to make sure it doesn't leave without them. In Nassau, we watched as our 17,000 ton boat pushed 5 feet away from the dock, only to re-dock two minutes later to allow two dumb asses to get on. Those were some lucky sons 'o bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more later....off to rest my fingers.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5566966219288543039?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5566966219288543039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5566966219288543039&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5566966219288543039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5566966219288543039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-where-to-start.html' title='So, where to start?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1675471635165559979</id><published>2007-12-14T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:59:53.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO DAYS!</title><content type='html'>Two days until the cruise...I am on overdrive trying to get everything done. Presents have been mailed, tree and house almost done, all teacher gifts (8!!) wrapped and ready Office gift wrapped and ready. Kids packed for the week at grandaparents. Cookies made for hubby's office party. Prescriptions picked up. More presents purchased, but still not done. What's left for &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dry cleaners&lt;br /&gt;-buy mother in law gift&lt;br /&gt;-suitcase shopping&lt;br /&gt;-pack for myself (must do this tonight even though we are leaving Sunday...long story)&lt;br /&gt;-babysit friends kids&lt;br /&gt;-attend son's christmas program&lt;br /&gt;-buy hubby gift&lt;br /&gt;-go to the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mothership&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for last minute cruise items (okay, so there's like 20 things on the list!)&lt;br /&gt;-attend department Christmas shindig&lt;br /&gt;-last minute items to be packed for the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.  I am so ready for a vacation.  Why is it that people don't want to hear me bitch?  I guess because of the whole cruise thing.  Ha.  Seriously, after this week, if I wasn't going on a cruise, I'd be laid up at home.  My stress level is at an all time high and I've had a non-stop headache for 3 days.  Ibuprofen does nothing.  It's hard to get anything done when my head is pounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to make things MORE fun...hubby hit the snooze button this morning (or so he thought) and we overslept by 45 minutes.  What a great way to start the day!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your Friday going???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1675471635165559979?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1675471635165559979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1675471635165559979&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1675471635165559979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1675471635165559979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-days.html' title='TWO DAYS!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7813986279428079440</id><published>2007-12-10T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:50:16.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R11SFX29r8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wOvOc9dDjF0/s1600-h/Dilb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142356601784348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R11SFX29r8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wOvOc9dDjF0/s400/Dilb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10705479-7813986279428079440?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7813986279428079440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7813986279428079440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7813986279428079440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7813986279428079440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-baby.html' title='Yeah Baby!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/R11SFX29r8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/wOvOc9dDjF0/s72-c/Dilb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6009244669548107787</id><published>2007-12-04T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:04:22.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>A glimpse of my to do list - to be done by Dec 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy two secret santa xmas gifts and wrap for Wednesday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrap three kids xmas gifts for Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put together basket for birthday celebration for Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchase needed clothing for xmas party on Saturday (Black and White theme.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchase needed clothing for myself and hubby for cruise. This includes a bathing suit for me. Ever try finding a bathing suit in December? It's hard even in Florida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchase remaining gifts that need to be sent to relatives out of state (three!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrap and send all family kids gifts (six!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure all paperwork for cruise is ready.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack for cruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack for kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish shopping for the kids for xmas. (VERY behind. Only a few gifts for each.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow up with Dr. to get Transdermal Scopalomine (sp??) patches so that I don't puke on the cruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volunteer at Z's school - holiday crafts with 1st graders!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy tree.  Decorate tree.  Decorate house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas cards (this may be crossed off the list this year.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am positive I am forgetting something. OH YEAH......WORK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6009244669548107787?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6009244669548107787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6009244669548107787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6009244669548107787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6009244669548107787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5964812213813837185</id><published>2007-11-29T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:50:27.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Crazy</title><content type='html'>Heh there!! Thank you to everyone who sent me good tidings regarding the cruise. I am SO excited, I can't wait. I didn't even explain really how awesome it is. See my husband? He has always said he absolutely would not go on a cruise. Has NO interest in going. He gets sea sick (so do I, but he had a HORRIBLE experience on a fishing boat and has been traumatized ever since. I know the cruise ship is 100 times bigger, but logic does not apply here...) Knowing what I do about his complete aversion for cruises, I never in a million years suspected he would do this for me. And it truly is for me. And for that, hubby gets LOTS of free passes, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I neglected to think of until the day after Turkey Day, however, was that fact that I will be leaving the 16th. And will be gone until the 23rd. Do you know what that means? It means Christmas shopping needs to be done. All gifts that need to be mailed, need to be gone before I leave or they won't arrive in time for Christmas. I am so screwed. I am frantically catching up by online shopping at lunch time. BUT, I still have to make time for wrapping and sending. Not to mention all the other stuff that needs to get done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you know why I haven't been commented or responding alot lately.  I'm there - I'm reading, but I'm doing it very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas for Christmas presents for my mom and dad?  Because my brain hurts from trying to complete my Xmas 07 spreadsheet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5964812213813837185?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5964812213813837185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5964812213813837185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5964812213813837185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5964812213813837185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/11/alive-and-crazy.html' title='Alive and Crazy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1113993576050239339</id><published>2007-11-22T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:11:05.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helluva Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>10 lbs of potatoes, butter, cream cheese, milk, salt, and pepper for mashed potatoes.....$10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly cooked turkey, stuffing, and the rest of the trimmings....$100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband giving you a surprise 7 day cruise for your 10th wedding anniversary.....priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1113993576050239339?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1113993576050239339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1113993576050239339&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1113993576050239339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1113993576050239339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/11/helluva-thanksgiving.html' title='Helluva Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-648659135986259386</id><published>2007-11-16T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:17:39.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rz3Nq_rauVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x_Yd_FMsPQQ/s1600-h/Pigtails+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133485288803973458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rz3Nq_rauVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x_Yd_FMsPQQ/s320/Pigtails+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so she's not really a baby anymore, but she'll always be my baby whether she likes it or not. My daughter turns 5 today. Before she left for school, she said 'goodbye 1, 2, 3 and 4....hellooo 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello indeed. She is smart, feisty, funny, strong-willed, and beautiful. Who could ask for anything more in a daughter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday H! And yes, we got you the hideous purple Barbie bike. Because we're suckers like that. And yes, that pigtail picture* will be pulled out when your 16 and will be shown to potential suitors. Because mommy loves you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133487547956771170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rz3PufrauWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YJabe8ijWYs/s320/Holly1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Man - I'd forgotten just how ugly my old kitchen was! Blech!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-648659135986259386?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/648659135986259386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=648659135986259386&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/648659135986259386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/648659135986259386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rz3Nq_rauVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x_Yd_FMsPQQ/s72-c/Pigtails+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7421742165238208350</id><published>2007-11-13T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:14:54.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone, Baby, Gone - Edited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;**Edited to add: No, I am not a baby bride and my husband is not 90....guess it pays to proof read, eh?? Thanks for everyone to pointed out that my husband is old. Yes, he's old, but not 90 years old! Hee hee...**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in Chicago for the past several days. Don't go getting all excited. We were there for hubby's &lt;strong&gt;GRANDMOTHER's&lt;/strong&gt; 90th birthday party, not for a shopping spree on Michigan Ave. But! It was nice. The kids were AWESOME, both on the plane and while we were there. This is especially true given that they were cooped the whole time - inside, with people they didn't know. Eating Polish food that they didn't like. And my son had a fever and a cold the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's grandmother was surprised (she didn't know we were coming - thank god we didn't give her a heart attack.) We had a big lunch for her where a bunch of the relatives that live close by attended, as well as old friends, etc. It was pretty funny listening to the old folks talk about the old days. And to listen to them make all those passive aggressive comments to display thier annoyance/displeasure with the current events...I had to laugh when one of the ladies sighed heavily as hubby's grandmother opened her 7th or 8th gift...."ANOTHER sweater...how...nice!" Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law and I had a hard time coming up with something to give her for her birthday. In the end, I think our gift was the best, if I do say so myself. She and I headed to Target and purchased a small, pre-lit Christmas tree. We bought all kinds of ornaments, garland, a pretty red mat to put the tree on, etc. When she opened everything, she was totally beaming. We thought it would be nice if we all went back to her room (at the assisted living facility) and have a little decorating party. So, after lunch, we headed back and the kids and SIL and I put the tree together and set everything up. I know its a little early, but she was so thrilled. She's only been in this place for a few months and we know she's having a hard time adjusting. Not to mention that she has told everyone she doesn't want alot of pictures or decorations since she 'won't be there long anyway.' It was nice to see her happy for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're back and the craziness continues. Hubby is home with my son today because he's still not feeling great and was up half the night coughing. I'm at work and I'd rather be anywhere else - the procrastination continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season to be lazy...fa la la la la la la la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7421742165238208350?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7421742165238208350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7421742165238208350&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7421742165238208350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7421742165238208350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/11/gone-baby-gone.html' title='Gone, Baby, Gone - Edited!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-783037550963792108</id><published>2007-11-01T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:18:28.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, It's November</title><content type='html'>So, um, holy crap - it's November.  Thanksgiving is in 3 weeks.  Christmas in 7.  No need to panic yet, right??  Tell me not to panic.   I will be out of town the next two weekends, and the third weekend is my daughter's birthday party.  And then Thanksgiving.  I'm doomed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick synopsis of our trick-or-treating fun last night.  We  didn't have as many kids as normal - I think the potential crappy weather forced alot of kids and parents to the indoor events around town.  We usually have alot of kids in our neighborhood because it's one big circle, gated community, not alot of traffic, etc.  No matter - my kids had a ball.  We did the circle in about an hour - it's nice that the kids are older now, it takes MUCH less time when the kids run from house to house.  A few other interesting observations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most unusual trick-or-treat item:  ice cream sandwich.  I am NOT kidding.  My kids go to this guys door (there are other kids there as well) and I hear him say 'it's ice cream - you need to eat it now or it will melt!'  WTF???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the kids trick-or-treating with us was 2 years old.  We got to one house that he apparantly liked very much.  Because he walked right in their door, into their living room, and put his half eaten ice cream sandwich on this stranger's living room rug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hubby stayed at home to pass out candy with my brother-in-law and friend's husband.  All they could talk about was how slutty the teenage girl's costume's were...my friend's hubby said he thought they should be passing out condoms instead of candy....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Note to homeowners - if you are going to pass out candy to small children, let me suggest you keep your barking dog away from the front door.  And maybe, possibly, keep the dog inside instead of letting him roam free to terrorize the children??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the woman passing out Avon samples to the mom's....interesting marketing ploy.  Yet somehow sad at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And to the dude who was giving away wine to the mom's...now you - YOU - are on to something there...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy November 1...!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-783037550963792108?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/783037550963792108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=783037550963792108&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/783037550963792108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/783037550963792108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-its-november.html' title='OMG, It&apos;s November'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6286970106131340864</id><published>2007-10-24T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:15:19.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Tipsy, More Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You guys love the drunk blogging, I see. It's harder than it looks people - with the blurred vision and the loss of spelling and grammar skills....ah well, all in good fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I went to see Maroon 5 last night and HOLY CRAP I am tired. We got home around 12:15am, didn't go to bed until 1:00am and had to be up at 6:00. I am working on pure adrenaline right now. The concert was awesome! The husband was NOT happy to be there - because of course, this is totally a chick band. But he humored us and went along for the beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124890286303022882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rx9EkAPxDyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qX6-fceBTPw/s320/Maroon-5-u01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, hubby (and all of us) really liked the opening act, which rarely happens. The Hives opened for M5 and they were probably the best opening band I've ever seen. They are swedish rock band (I know!) and the lead singer was hilarious and totally a Mick Jagger-type. Anyway, they have some new fans. Of course we're probably their oldest fans, but whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124890445216812850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rx9EtQPxDzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gZetom4yuwA/s320/the_hives_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the grind...tell me something to keep me awake, because that thump you hear? That's my head hitting the keyboard...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6286970106131340864?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6286970106131340864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6286970106131340864&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6286970106131340864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6286970106131340864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/less-tipsy-more-tired.html' title='Less Tipsy, More Tired'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rx9EkAPxDyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qX6-fceBTPw/s72-c/Maroon-5-u01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2760296418755315155</id><published>2007-10-20T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:19:45.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlikely Saturday</title><content type='html'>Florida beat Kentucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drunk a whole bottle of pinot grigio since 4:00pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad are doing all the dishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on 300 mlg of Wellbutron (ok, so the generic version)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sent me a snail mail smile...and if you don't already know how awesome she is - you're missing out...she is my MOM IDOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were all here, I'd give you a hug. Because that's the kind of drunk I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***It took me 15 minutes to type this and spell check. Oy. I blame it on the wine (I typed swine there the first time and had to explain to my mom why I was laughing and spitting wine all over her new laptop keyboard. LOL!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2760296418755315155?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2760296418755315155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2760296418755315155&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2760296418755315155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2760296418755315155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/unlikely-saturday.html' title='Unlikely Saturday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2277490426219082314</id><published>2007-10-18T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:47:11.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought Thursday</title><content type='html'>A few things running through my head this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The woman that works in the office across from me is sick. Like double-ear-infection-sinus-infection-coughing-sneezing-half-way-to-dying sick. Is it mean of me to keep my distance? I'm sure I'll catch whatever it is anyway. Again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is it possible that I am so excited about office supplies? I just got a new hole punch and two sets of bookends. The hole punch I had was seriously from 1970 and it kept falling apart. But I still felt guilty asking for a new one. But I did. And it came today. And the granite and cobaltiness (new word) makes me happy. And hopefully, I will no longer need to where protective gloves whilst punching holes. Or have to go diving after binders that sit precariously on the edge of my desk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get a flu shot or not to get a flu shot, that is the question.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have successfully completed buying a Christmas present for one person on my list of 40. It's a start, okay? So &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - J is done! First off my list! Woot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day two on the happy pills....so far so good. A bit concerned that I got a generic brand for the dosage step-up on day four. I had no side effects last time. Lets hope that stays true with the generic...off to Dr. Google.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off to visit the my mom and dad with the kids this weekend. After tae kwon doe and gymnastics, we will hit the road. My poor, misguided husband will be heading to the FSU-Miami game. 'Nuf said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daughter's birthday is in a month and I've already bought most of her gifts. But she keeps changing her mind about what she wants. The only good thing is, I can probably save a couple of things I already have until Christmas. The bad thing is, more trips to the store. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daughter has been suspiciously cuddly and sweet the past few weeks...I am suspicious that she wants something. Is it too much to hope that we've gotten through the tremendosuly bratty age of 4? Or is she just buttering me up for the aforementioned birthday?? Only time will tell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to work folks. Gotta bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and all that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2277490426219082314?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2277490426219082314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2277490426219082314&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2277490426219082314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2277490426219082314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thought-thursday.html' title='Random Thought Thursday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4460326561770414511</id><published>2007-10-16T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:29:26.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You guys RULE</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note/update. First - you guys are the BEST. So many sweet, supportive comments/emails. I am lucky to have the support of my cyber friends! I haven't written back to everyone individually because of work, but please know that I am so grateful that everyone took the time to try to lift my spirits and let me know I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to let you know that I talked with my Doc yesterday and I'm going to the pharmacy today to start the happy pills again. My heart is a bit lighter today knowing that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Not to mention that I met &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for lunch, which always brightens my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to work. But before you leave, don't forget your big smooch from me for being so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMOOCH! XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4460326561770414511?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4460326561770414511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4460326561770414511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4460326561770414511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4460326561770414511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-guys-rule.html' title='You guys RULE'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8125875312096972982</id><published>2007-10-11T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:04:45.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detached</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel detached from your own life? Like someone is living it and you're just watching from the sidelines? I do. All the time. Sometimes it feels like my life is happening, but I'm just a bystander. That I'm just a fly on a wall. That I'm watching everything happen but I'm not really part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of being detached, pulling away, is one of the things that I distinctly remember feeling back when I started on anti-depressants. I remember being in the doctor's office and having to answer this survey that is supposed to be some indicator of depression. My results were borderline. The doctor asked me some follow-up questions and I remember thinking that I didn't really care what I answered, that it didn't matter, and it was almost like he was talking to someone else. Seriously, it was like my mouth was making noise, but my mind was somewhere else. It was SO hard for me to walk into the office in the first place that I was really disappointed in myself for not taking full advantage of the time I had. At the same time, I knew that this behavior was part of the reason I was there. I was feeling unmotivated and uninterested in work, my family, and my friends. I put on a good show - I don't think anyone necessarily knew how I was feeling. But I was miserable and didn't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this because I feel like I'm getting close to that point again. I don't know if it's because I'm so busy that I start shutting down. I don't know if it's me honestly not caring about myself enough to fix it. I don't think my family can be happy with me like this. I go through the motions but some how, on some level, they must feel that I'm not all there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be this way. I want to feel the happiness, the sadness, the highs and lows of life. I don't want to feel nothing and have to pretend I feel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression runs in the family. My dad was on ADs. One of my aunts was severely manic depressive. I remember her calling my mom in the middle of the night talking about anything and everything. She had brain surgery on top of the many drugs. She's dead now, partially from all the things she went through with her illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary thinking that people see me one way from the outside, but on the inside, I feel like a fraud. I get comments all the time about how people think I'm so organized and how can I possibly do all the things I do? I don't even hear them. I think they are wrong. I'm just going through the motions to get through the next day, the next event, the next thing that comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back on ADs but I think it might be the only way to fix this. Maybe I should never have gone off them. I don' t know if I can bring myself to go back to the doctor again. I don't know if I have a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8125875312096972982?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8125875312096972982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8125875312096972982&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8125875312096972982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8125875312096972982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/detached.html' title='Detached'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6200624365340884511</id><published>2007-10-05T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:08:49.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me again</title><content type='html'>Heh there!  Just a little post to let you know that the fun continues....I now have a full blown sinus infection.  HURRAY!!!  No one can be as happy as I am that it's Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend...and have a few drinks for me.  Shit.  Damn anitbiotics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they still sell Calgon???  Great, now I feel old too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6200624365340884511?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6200624365340884511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6200624365340884511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6200624365340884511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6200624365340884511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-again.html' title='Me again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1119183325978718565</id><published>2007-10-04T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:24:56.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of being sick</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.  The absence - does it make the heart grow fonder?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I was sick Monday and Tuesday.  Fluids a flyin' and it wasn't pretty.  I'm feeling better now, although I did not help my busy schedule any by being out of commission for a few days.  What doesn't help is that our computer at home is a disaster.  We had to do a system restore and now we get error messages when we go online and things shut down on us.  By themselves.  My home email account is a pain to get to.  Need to fix that too.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even missed de-lurking day yesterday.  I was primed to comment everywhere and totally got sidetracked with things like, say, work??  I hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone felt the bloggy love, even if you didn't get a comment from me.  I meant to, I really did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've checked in, I'm off to work.  I've been working on a serious post (in my head anyway) for awhile so you might actually see some actual substance here soon.  Can you believe it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1119183325978718565?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1119183325978718565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1119183325978718565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1119183325978718565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1119183325978718565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-of-being-sick.html' title='Sick of being sick'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8452821150450548462</id><published>2007-09-27T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:01:57.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't disappeared...</title><content type='html'>Just been actually doing, you know, work. Plus, my PC at home has been occupied by hubby while I've been hogging the tv with all the new shows on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's coming next...bullets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, as you know from my many rantings, work is busy. No need to go into detail there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had Z's birthday party last weekend and it went well. I have to say that I kickass at driving go-carts. Despite the fact that my daughter and I SWEAR we had the slowest one on the frickin' track. &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; husband passed me THREE times. With my gas pedal floored the whole time. That should not happen. Even my daugher complained about it going too slow - and she's not even 5. Anyway, good fun was had by all. However, let me just say this...two kid's parents left them at the party with us. One of the kids parents didn't even tell us they were leaving. For future reference, I will be sure to put on the invitation whether parents should stay or not. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a flat tire yesterday morning on the way to take Z to school.  Thank goodness it happened near his school and we were safe.  My poor hubby had to come from work and change the tire - no way I could change a tire on my SUV....hubby has decided to get AAA.  (FYI, I ran over a huge piece of metal - about two-three inches wide.  You could hear the tire losing air.  The whole tire was completely flat within 25 minutes.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sucking at fantasy football. I am 1-2. That will teach me to pick a damn &lt;a href="http://www.nfl.com/players/peytonmanning/profile?id=MAN515097"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vol quarterback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have a busy few months ahead, not even including holidays. We have four more kids birthday parties between now and Christmas. One will be my daughter's party in mid-November. Not to mention my 10th wedding anniversary, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maroon_5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attending a concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, going to my first Gator game in 7 years, and attending a 90th birthday party in Chicago, and going on my son's first field trip with his 1st grade class. Holy crap I'm having a heart attack just writing all that. When will I do my Xmas shopping? I was done by Turkey Day last year....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My big work project is due before Xmas. This usually requires some overtime. See bullet above. I am screwed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm volunteering in my son's school tomorrow and getting ready for some company that will be at our house this weekend. I think I'll need more wine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8452821150450548462?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8452821150450548462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8452821150450548462&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8452821150450548462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8452821150450548462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-havent-disappeared.html' title='I haven&apos;t disappeared...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7527640074177799947</id><published>2007-09-19T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:58:00.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Turns 7 Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He is an amazing boy - sweet, considerate, shy at times, but always fun to be around and easy with a smile and laugh. He still loves hugs and snuggling. I hope that doesn't change any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Z-man. Mommy and Daddy are the luckiest parents in the whole world to have such a wonderful son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1...to 7......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111914143203685538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RvEq1EPzdKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/07gN9mWa-sE/s320/Zack1yrPics.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111913073756828818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RvEp20PzdJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BC3O9mAyiWc/s320/ZTWD+Jan+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7527640074177799947?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7527640074177799947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7527640074177799947&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7527640074177799947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7527640074177799947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-baby-turns-7-today.html' title='My Baby Turns 7 Today'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RvEq1EPzdKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/07gN9mWa-sE/s72-c/Zack1yrPics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-304787332355183458</id><published>2007-09-18T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:46:08.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My son turns 7 tomorrow. I can't believe it. What am I going to do when he's in double digits?? He's so excited about his birthday he's been asking me everyday - how many days now mom??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your childs birthday comes a multitude of fun - gift bags, party planning, house cleaning, food planning, purchasing and prep. Not to mention cooking a special birthday dinner and baking a cake. And getting cupcakes for his class. My week is filled. But I love it - this is the kind of stuff I would do for a living if I could. Besides, how can you deny this face? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111537578452527202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Ru_UWHO5KGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BKp8mVo-9j4/s320/48T95530.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Okay, he's only 4 in this picture, but you know, it's football season!??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So my week is full. Hubby is leaving on a two day business trip (&lt;em&gt;read: boondoggle!&lt;/em&gt;) and I will be a single mom for a few days. Thank goodness that party planning goes well with wine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to send you off with a smile....a silly, silly man with a death wish...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111538746683631730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Ru_VaHO5KHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gII-MT-oM5Q/s320/ATT00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-304787332355183458?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/304787332355183458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=304787332355183458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/304787332355183458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/304787332355183458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Ru_UWHO5KGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BKp8mVo-9j4/s72-c/48T95530.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7184724879844379687</id><published>2007-09-12T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:16:20.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Finally, my son got moved to a new teacher yesterday. I walked Z to class this morning so I could meet her. OMG, a total 180 from his last teacher - I am thrilled! And even though this was only his second day in the class, all the kids were calling his name and talking to him. I know he's going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, when I was walking with Z to his new class this morning, a mother of one of Z's kindergarten classmates stopped me in the hall. Her son was also in the crap teacher's 1st grade class. She told me her son was having nightmares every night and did not want to go to school. Her son told her that Z had moved classes so she was hoping to run into me to find out why. I told her our story, and she thanked me for being honest, and she's going to get her kid moved too. She also told me that her son's soccer coach had his kid removed from this woman's class last year. Really sad. This woman should not be allowed to teach - at least not such young kids.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I talked to my mom and dad last night. My dad has decided that after almost 10 years of working overseas, he's coming back to Florida to work. I'm happy about it, my mom sounds happy (no idea what's going on there - they've been separated for 7 years), and my kids are thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to my mom about my son's party. She said to go ahead and do what I intended - get the class lists and have Z tell me who he wants to invite. Have the teachers give out the invites as slyly as possible. We'll bring cupcakes in for his actual birthday, so at least all the kids will have a little treat even if they all can't come to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - off to placate auditors. Blech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7184724879844379687?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7184724879844379687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7184724879844379687&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7184724879844379687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7184724879844379687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6445661061425852745</id><published>2007-09-11T10:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:15:33.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>FYI, I answered most of the comments from the last post via comments.  I got a little lazy - sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal from Z's school called me yesterday morning.  She told me that she lost the first letter I sent AND the second one I gave to the Assistant Principal (who gave it to her.)  She wanted to know what teachers I preferred my son to be moved to.   I'm really upset - she LOST my letters?? WTF?  I've only been corresponding with the Asst Principal for 3 weeks on this.  Now I'm also worried that my son is going to suffer academically by moving since he's been in a different class this whole time.  I'm tempted to leave him in the class, but I think in the long run, he's better off somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wrinkle in all this is that I'm trying to plan his 7th birthday party and now that he's switching classes (hopefully anyway- I'll believe it when I see it), getting invites out is a pain in the ass.  The party is in less than two weeks.  I've put off invites because of this whole horrible situation.  This brings up a question I have for you....do we have to invite all the kids in his class (or mother of god, classES) or is it rude to just have Z give me a list of kids??  I don't know what to do.  Help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my hole and my vanilla yogurt cheerios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6445661061425852745?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6445661061425852745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6445661061425852745&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6445661061425852745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6445661061425852745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4054671190822508515</id><published>2007-09-07T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:08:39.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here, still pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know, I know...I'm a neglectful blogger. It's been crazy busy, as always, but that's no excuse. I've just not had much in the way of positive things to talk about, so rather than bitch and moan, I haven't posted. But, if you want to know....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son still has not been switched out of his class. I finally actually TALKED to the Assistant Principal today to ask WTF?? She said she made the request (huh?) and would follow up. My son told me they got a few new kids in their class this week, so I know they are moving kids around. He's been in school for 3 weeks now. His birthday party is set for two weeks away. I'm just beyond pissed that nothing has happened. It just confirms my decision to move him to a different school. He's already on a waiting list for a local magnet school (very good school, highest test scores in the county, all things I've heard are good. Plus! It's half the size of his current school and the kids have to wear uniforms...a mother's dream!) Anyway, we'll see what happens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work is just a nightmare right now. One big thing due today, so yeah, it will be done. But there are only 12 other things behind it in line....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recorded Top Chef on Wednesday and have still not been able to watch it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I totally fell off the Weight Watchers wagon. I haven't been in 3 weeks. I have been eating everything in sight. I stopped running because I hurt my back again. And now that my back is better, the motivation to run is gone. I feel like crap, but I just can't bring myself to change right now. My office mate is doing her best to motivate me. It's almost working.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My weekend is packed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's SO hot outside. (I know, I know - it's Florida after all.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rented &lt;a href="http://www.bladesofglorymovie.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blades of Glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and watched it last week. It totally sucked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dick and Danielle have still not been eliminated on Big Brother. HATE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the positive side, the Gators are 1-0. And Michigan lost to App State, which thrills my heart. And did anyone watch the Colts game last night? I watched a bit and what's with the new graphics (I like to call them the teardrops.) They were weird. And Louisville - holy crap - the defense forgot to show up dudes. NO ONE should score 42 points against the number 8 team in the country, except maybe number 1! Holy crap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reading that last paragraph, I suddenly realized why I haven't seen Top Chef yet. Football is here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4054671190822508515?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4054671190822508515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4054671190822508515&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4054671190822508515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4054671190822508515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-here-still-pissed.html' title='Still here, still pissed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6844839325033215227</id><published>2007-08-30T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:29:01.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RtbUAtYxKUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kKDM04Ul1WQ/s1600-h/Beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104500336319605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RtbUAtYxKUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kKDM04Ul1WQ/s400/Beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's the Thursday before my Friday off. Add that to the Monday holiday and you have an instant 4 day break from the chaos that is my job right now. I am ecstatic. Other things to be happy about.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I may have mentioned once or twice, we are HUGE college football fans in my house. It officially begins TONIGHT. Finally. We are having a kegger at Casa OLV on Saturday to commemorate the event. Yes, I said kegger. You may recall that a year or two ago, I bought my husband a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kegerator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kegerator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to go behind our bar on the porch. With a Cubbies tap and everything. It really can't be stressed enough what a great wife I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bitch and complain about work sometimes, but at least I feel appreciated. At least this week. I got promoted. Yeah me! (Tooting my horn much this post?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is one day after 'the meeting' at school. I am optimistic that Z man will come home with a slip of paper saying he has moved to a different 1st grade class! It will happen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Chocolate Chip Muffin day at work. Woot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention the 4 day weekend?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new tv season is just around the corner. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I finally have a little breathing room, I may leave my office for lunch today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what are you chipper about today? (Does anyone say chipper anymore?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6844839325033215227?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6844839325033215227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6844839325033215227&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6844839325033215227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6844839325033215227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/virtual-friday.html' title='Virtual Friday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RtbUAtYxKUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kKDM04Ul1WQ/s72-c/Beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5746937671697751259</id><published>2007-08-28T21:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:19:31.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on School Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, my son confirmed my decision tonight to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-days.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;make sure he changes classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; We were about to do his reading homework and as he's walking towards his bookshelf, I tell him he needs to speed it up (he likes to procrastinate...)  He turns around and says to me  "Save the drama for your mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Excuse me??  Where did you hear that?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He said "My teacher said that to Christopher today at school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.  Even hubby agreed after hearing that lovely story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5746937671697751259?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5746937671697751259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5746937671697751259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5746937671697751259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5746937671697751259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-on-school-days.html' title='Update on School Days...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6707487289267983905</id><published>2007-08-28T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:28:10.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;**Update:  I came back and read this and wow - it's long.  I was writing from a place of frustration so I apologize for the sentence fragments and bad grammar up front!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned awhile back, at the end of school last year, how my son's kindergarten teacher helped me write a letter to the Principal requesting that he be placed with a specific 1st grade teacher (I actually gave them my two top choices.) I wrote this letter because I had heard nightmares from countless people about a specific 1st grade teacher (I heard the same thing from parents, Z's kindergarten teacher, the after care director...so I tend to believe the stories.) Anyway, I write this letter. Hand deliver it to the office in May when school lets out. I happily go about my summer, since everyone has told me they honor these requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the Friday before the new school year starts. I am away on my NY business trip. Hubby gets a phone call from the school that says heh - you need to come sign some forms so your son will be registered! (Despite the fact that I called the week before I left to make sure we were all done! GRRR!) Anyway, he goes into the school to finish the forms and when he picks me up at the airport later that night, he gives me the paperwork, along with his class assignment. And guess where my son's been placed? Ding, ding ding! You win a penny! The nightmare teacher's class. I am ROYALLY pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first day of school comes around. I march into the office and join 100 other parents doing miscellaneous first day stuff. I happen to catch the Assistant Principal (sheer luck) and start talking to her about the situation (without using teacher names - because I'm trying to be discreet) and giving her a copy of my letter. She TOTALLY agrees in a way that makes me think she knows this teacher is a nightmare. (Um, hello? Why is she still teaching 1st graders then??) Anyway, she tells me that it is "very likely" they will be able to move Z. However, I still need to take him to his assigned class for the next few days until they can determine where there is room, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy in the knowledge he will most likely be moved, I walk Z to his class. We get to the door and the teacher is standing there with a clipboard, blocking the door. Literally. She asks my son's name. She asks him how he is getting home. Then she tells him to go sit down. No introducing herself to my son, no 'hello' to me. Didn't let the parents in the room (other parents were there too, kind of wondering WTF?) I was NOT impressed and that first impression confirmed my resolve to get Z out of that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when we got home, there was a message on our answering machine from the Assistant Principal - they will be able to move Z in a few days. Yeah! Every day last week I ask Z if he's been moved out of his class. (I warned him that they move students around at the beginning so they might have to move him...just trying to prepare him.) So it comes to Friday. And you guessed it! He's still in that class. I'm pissed. I call the Assistant Principal Monday morning to kick some ass. I have to leave a message and I restrain myself, asking nicely, WTF is up. She leaves me a message while I'm away that the Principal is having a meeting Wednesday to determine final moves. He should be moved by Thursday or Friday and I should get something from the school when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy it looks like he's going to move, but I'm pissed it has taken so long. He's already getting used to the kids, the routine of the class, etc. I hope it happens as quickly as possible and there are some kids from his old kindergarten class in his new 1st grade class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this whole diatribe is my way of asking what you think. Would you be as annoyed as me, or have I blown this way out of proportion?? Hubby said he would have left Z in the class and just moved him if a problem arose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6707487289267983905?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6707487289267983905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6707487289267983905&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6707487289267983905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6707487289267983905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6517575855187028782</id><published>2007-08-24T08:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:51:06.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment for Cancer</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post this since before I left...and now you only have a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a great friend of mine IRL, is going to donate $2 to the Lance Armstrong Foundation for everyone who comments on &lt;a href="http://peetswea.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-was-all-yellow.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the end of the month. Please go comment! It's a great cause and very close to her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. I'm waiting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6517575855187028782?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6517575855187028782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6517575855187028782&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6517575855187028782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6517575855187028782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/comment-for-cancer_24.html' title='Comment for Cancer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8471081877158428150</id><published>2007-08-22T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:12:41.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How's It Hanging??  First, the Big Apple</title><content type='html'>So many topics, so little time. Seriously, soooo little time. I'll start with my trip last week to NYC. It was fun, nice to get away for a bit. It was hectic though, too, as I tried to do some work in addition to the training. Anyway, some observations about the Big Apple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding in a taxi in NY = Death wish. I rode in a taxi 3 times while there. That was 3 times too many for me. And every single driver had a hands free ear piece thingy and talked on their cell phones the WHOLE time. Except of course to ask where I was going, and tell me how much I owed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding the subway in NY = Freak City. Also, HOT. And damn confusing. I swear to god, I only ended up back at the station I left from ONE TIME. There are like a gazillion entrances for the same f'ng station - on different sides of the street, a block over, whatever. Holy crap. Just when I started to get the hang of it, it was time to leave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer in NYC = ALMOST summer in FL. Holy crap it was hot. Only one day it was under 85 and the humidity was just as bad. Silly me, I thought I could actually wear a damn pair of jeans for a change. Of course they had 'cold front' come thru the day after I left - 70s! What I would have given for a frickin' 75 degree day walking 2 miles thru Central Park.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$310 = Sucky hotel room. Great location, but sucky, old, ratty hotel. And its the most expensive hotel I've ever stayed at - go figure. The worst part was the bed might as well have been a bed of rocks it was so hard. The location was good and bad. The good - it was right across the street from Central Park and near all kinds of great shopping, eating, etc. The bad - it was across the street from Central Park. Where all the horse drawn carriages wait for passengers. We always knew we were almost at the hotel by the intense horse shit smell from blocks away. (And did I mention the $45 per night in hotel taxes?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating in NYC = Heaven. Half the time, we just picked a restaurant at random to eat at. And yet I did not have a single bad meal while there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping = Awesome. If you have alot of money to spend, of course. FAO Schwartz was VERY cool. Although there is no way I would bring my kids into that store - we'd never be able to leave. I also LOVED Macy's at Rockefeller center. It seriously is the size of the entire mall in my city. Unbelievable. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting around in NYC = Walking. ALOT. Even to a from subway stations can be a hike. I only walked 3 or 4 blocks to my class in my heels and my feet were killing me by the end of the day. They say New Yorkers walk 5 miles a day - I totally believe it. (I have to say I DID get up and run on the treadmill 3 out of my 5 days there. That in addition to all the walking made up for all the eating. I only gained 1/2 lb.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, enough on NYC...how's tricks?? I missed ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8471081877158428150?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8471081877158428150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8471081877158428150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8471081877158428150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8471081877158428150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/hows-it-hanging-first-big-apple.html' title='How&apos;s It Hanging??  First, the Big Apple'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5718526691194746971</id><published>2007-08-20T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:03:12.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me??</title><content type='html'>Heh strangers!  Still there!??  Good, 'cuz I got lots to talk about.  But first, a comedic interlude whilst I gather my thoughts.  I need a good chuckle on Monday.  It's an oldie but a goodie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one little thing bothering me...It was her beautiful younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be deliberate because she never did it when she was near anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day her 'little' sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, 'I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I&lt;br /&gt;stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to&lt;br /&gt;the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside....all clapping!&lt;br /&gt;With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, 'We are&lt;br /&gt;very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a&lt;br /&gt;better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moral of this story is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep your condoms in your car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5718526691194746971?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5718526691194746971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5718526691194746971&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5718526691194746971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5718526691194746971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1178153337141260567</id><published>2007-08-08T17:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:29:57.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more wine or mac and cheese...</title><content type='html'>Just loads of work crap. And I'm leaving for my training trip on Monday, so, um, yeah on the trip, but BOO on the work that will sit and wait for me to return....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys crack me up...so I was a little toasted when I posted the other night. What can I say?? I'm thinking I should do it more often. Heh, any excuse to drink more wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to post about...in no particular order... unless you prefer to chose your favs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicago pictures....still owe you those.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to switch my son to a new school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm jogging!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babysitters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crockpot Cookin' (thanks for the idea &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's enough for now. I know its short, but so am I! Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1178153337141260567?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1178153337141260567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1178153337141260567&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1178153337141260567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1178153337141260567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-more-wine-or-mac-and-cheese.html' title='No more wine or mac and cheese...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-9097943655420720696</id><published>2007-08-02T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:45:42.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday = Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have tomorrow off. So its really Friday to me. Yeah hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that two BIG glasses of wine and some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stouffers.com/Products/ProductDetails.aspx?ProductID=95"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stouffer's Mac and Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; are good for the soul? And a good bandaid for a shitty ass busy week. Although I did have lunch with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kristi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this week. She always makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is the font big enough for you?? The white zinfandel likes the big font.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-9097943655420720696?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9097943655420720696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=9097943655420720696&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/9097943655420720696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/9097943655420720696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-friday.html' title='Thursday = Friday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2749346830497435858</id><published>2007-07-27T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:10:58.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of a 6.8 Year Old</title><content type='html'>"Mom - look at my teeth &lt;em&gt;(as he sticks his top jaw out like Bugs Bunny)&lt;/em&gt;....they are DRY!  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 minutes later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom - look!!  My teeth are STILL dry!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything was free.  Especially cars.  Then daddy could get the Shelby Cobra he wants.  Then we'd have 4 cars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  Z, I talked to Uncle D and he said he wants to come over and beat me at Playstation 2... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  He'll have to come through me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  Mom- we don't need a LifeAlert thing.  That's just for people who fall and can't reach the phone.  It has a necklace you wear and you push the button and someone comes to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WHAT are you watching?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  It's just a commercial!  It's on the kids cartoon channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ??????&lt;em&gt;WTF?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  Mom - what does genius mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  It's what you call someone that is very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  Am I very smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z:  &lt;em&gt;(Sly smile...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2749346830497435858?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2749346830497435858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2749346830497435858&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2749346830497435858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2749346830497435858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/07/musings-of-68-year-old.html' title='Musings of a 6.8 Year Old'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7434935594421657123</id><published>2007-07-25T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:08:20.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back, Briefly</title><content type='html'>Heh there!  Remember me?  I'm back.  We had a GREAT time on our very short trip.  I LOVE Chicago and I'm so envious of all you Blogher people that will be there this week.  Lots of crap happening in my house and I'm still running to catch up with the house and work...so bear with me...because you know what's coming!  Bullets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I said, our trip rocked.  I gained a few pounds, but it was well worth it.  We walked everywhere, which helped.  We had beautiful weather and the Cubs won.  The one bad part of the trip was the train ride back to the airport on Sunday.  Lucky us, the line we had to take was partly under construction, so we had to get off the train, board a bus for 5 stops, then get back on the train.  The 1 hour trip to the airport turned into a 2 hour trip and we were running our asses off to get to the gate in time.  Our flight was delayed 20 minutes, otherwise, we would not have made it.  (I'll share some pictures soon!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the second day of our trip, I talked to my mom (who, by the way, is watching my two rugrats at the time) and come to find out that her doctor just diagnosed her with an aortic aneurysm!  SWEET!  And the first doctor told her to STOP EVERYTHING.  So of course, she flipped, especially since she had my two kids there for the weekend.  Thank god my brother and his family were there and able to help her out. (The next doctor was much better and explained things more - and told her yes - she can walk!  And go to the store!  Basically do all the things you were doing, just nothing strenuous! A-hole doctors just chap my ass.)   One of the worst things she can do is smoke since it can increase the size of the damn thing.  And guess who hasn't shown any signs of stopping that lovely habit??  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work has kicked into high gear.  Yah-frickin'-hoo.    Thus begins my busy time.  And its doubly busy this year since the 'group' that gives me alot of my work has now added 4-5 people.  And guess how many people we've hired in our department?  You guessed it - ZERO.   We have two 'temporary' folks, but honestly, they can't help as much as we'd like.  They will be gone in 3-6 months and with the nature of our work, its hard to just pass things off.  (Trying to be as vague as possible here....I don't really want to talk about work specifics.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad is in town.  I think I explained this odd situation awhile back, but I'm too lazy to find that post.  Basically, my parents have been separated since my son was born.  They are still married.  Mom lives near me, dad has a job in a foreign country.  I know nothing more, and I don't want to know more.  When he's here, they live in the same town.  They still own two houses (have yet to sell the old one, just 5 minutes from the new one), so I'm guessing he'll be staying there, she'll be in the new house.  It's always a bit awkward.  Ah well, the kids can't wait to see him.  Good times, good times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The WW thing - not happening.  I'm sucking it big time.  I'm up to 155.5.  What can I say, suckage?!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to New York City in August for some training.  I get to see one of my neices for the first time!!!  I'm very excited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, off to work.  Happy Hump Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7434935594421657123?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7434935594421657123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7434935594421657123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7434935594421657123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7434935594421657123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-briefly.html' title='I&apos;m Back, Briefly'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5902286375748624118</id><published>2007-07-10T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:05:08.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Letter G, and Other Equally Fun Things!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what's up with Blogger and it not letting you title posts???? Argh! Above is my title, but I had to put it in the post itself. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back, &lt;a href="http://www.andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did a meme where you are given a letter and you have to come up with at least 5 things that start with that letter that you love. Sonia sent me the letter G. I think she thought it would be easy for me (hint: GATORS!), but after the first couple, I was a bit stumped, so roll with me on this...I took a few liberties....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most obvious of course, is my beloved &lt;a href="http://www.gatorzone.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GATORS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to UF for 6 years&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; and I LOVED every second of it. And hello! College football and men's basketball national champs! WOOT! Also, I've been to a few college towns, and I have to say, the SEC schools rock the college town, but UF wins hands down. Which brings me to number two...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GAINESVILLE...home of the Gators. I loved my time there and I plan to go back (FINALLY, after a 6 year drought) to attend at least one football game, if not more. Most of my time at UF was spent in &lt;a href="http://www.housing.ufl.edu/facilities/resfac_singles_murphree.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this residence area&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was right along University Avenue, the main drag. Ben Hill Griffin Stadium! The Purple Porpose! The Copper Monkey! Joe's Deli! Bagel Land! Sadly, some of my favorite haunts are gone now, but man, that was a hell of a place to go to school. It's not just me though, Gainesville has been named &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/lifestyle/2007-05-07-top-cities_N.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of the best cities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to live in. So there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;. You know I love some serious tv. Grey's is one of my favorites, although this past season sucked the big one, I'm hoping next season will get back to the good stuff. Other favorite shows include Amazing Race, Top Chef, Project Runway, Heroes, Numbers, House, 24 (also sucked last season!), Ugly Betty, Lost....etc....etc....those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head...I need help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Games&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, so this is a stretch, but oh well! I especially like card games. I gave hubby Backgammon and Cribbage as part of his Father's Day present because I decided he and I needed game nights. We've just learned how to play Cribbage and I have to say, I'm really liking it. Although it confirms what I've known all along - that I SUCK at math. (FYI, I already know that I'm one step closer to the old folks home by learning Cribbage...I told hubby, if I learn to play Bridge, it's all over - we will officially be OLD FARTS.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got nothing. Nada. So I'm totally going to go out of the box here and say &lt;strong&gt;Girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm generally a social person - love hanging out with my friends. I have some wonderful, supportive, fun friends and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I have some great blog girlfriends too - I would never forget you gals! You can't have enough good friends and in that regard, I'm really blessed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, now that that is over...phew! A few items of note...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go congratulate &lt;a href="http://www.corkyslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and his wife on the birth of there son, Corky Jr...he's absolutely adorable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/2007/06/meet-ruby.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this weekend, and I have to admit, I'm starting to feel the call of the wild myself again because that is one adorable puppy....but don't tell hubby...I want a dog free house just a bit longer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must go buy my son some shoes today as the BACK HEEL fell off yesterday. I have never seen the back heel come off a pair of tennis shoes, but its not pretty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are off to Chicago on Friday for a long weekend, so I am in prepare mode. I am so not ready yet, but I can't wait! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably won't be posting/reading/commenting much in the next few days with the upcoming trip and preparations, but we'll see. I have this whole work thing too you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Lest you think I'm a dumb ass (or is it too late??!), I got a Bachelors and a Masters...hence the 6 years. I stretched out my Masters so that I could go through one more football season... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5902286375748624118?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5902286375748624118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5902286375748624118&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5902286375748624118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5902286375748624118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-g-and-other-equally-fun-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2548696948706821086</id><published>2007-07-02T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:21:43.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse Into My Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hubby: So, are you having a hot dog or hamburger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: What if I eat all the hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: HA! That's about as likely as you whipping my ass in backgammon! &lt;em&gt;*Cackle Cackle*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2548696948706821086?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2548696948706821086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2548696948706821086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2548696948706821086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2548696948706821086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/07/glimpse-into-my-marriage.html' title='A Glimpse Into My Marriage'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-896506065492090621</id><published>2007-06-30T18:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:35:44.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lush</title><content type='html'>Quick question for you on this lovely Saturday evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a bad thing that I caught myself LICKING the counter to get at the last few drops of wine from the bottle that I inadvertently splashed out of the glass??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is that fact that I can still type 'inadvertently' at this stage in the drinking process a positive sign??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-896506065492090621?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/896506065492090621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=896506065492090621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/896506065492090621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/896506065492090621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/lush.html' title='Lush'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7771638291213859017</id><published>2007-06-28T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:47:03.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynomite Thursday</title><content type='html'>Reasons my head will explode in approximately 5.3 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sitting in my office, bombarded with work. My 'to do' list is so long and just about everything is a high priority. Of course it is. Let me get right on that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent the entire morning with auditors. Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ran one errand at lunch, then just gave up and went to eat in peace at a local restaurant. Of course it was like fucking fiesta day and it was LESS THAN peaceful. I left as quickly as possible and came back to....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four facilities guys outside my office door putting some cubicles together. I didn't realize how much yelling, drilling, and banging of metal must occur before 4 cubes can be built. Seriously - they've been here 30 minutes and I'm ready to scream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't have a babysitter for our mini 'adults only' vacation in two weeks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14 hours of CPE to go and only 48 hours to do it in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 4 1/2 year old daughter asked me last night &lt;strong&gt;when was she going to get a baby in her belly&lt;/strong&gt;. I choked on my own spit and I am still freaking out about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I will go back to my damn work list. I'm trying to keep up my blog reading but I'm very behind and not commented much. Promise I'll be back soon. Carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7771638291213859017?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7771638291213859017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7771638291213859017&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7771638291213859017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7771638291213859017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/thursday-things.html' title='Dynomite Thursday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5678105350207548871</id><published>2007-06-20T09:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:41:40.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Charm</title><content type='html'>I've made some great friends inside the computer - who'd have thunk it?? One of my best buddies is &lt;a href="http://andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you've read her blog at all, you can see how incredibly busy she is (4 kids, her own business, tv star, 2 blogs....I'm getting tired just thinking about it.) But you also know that she is an extremely generous person. And crafty! So having her make something for me? Totally cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'd been curious since she told me she'd been working on something for me.....and I got it last week! I've waited to post about it until now, because the lucky duck was on vacation. She made me this AWESOME Gator purse...it totally rocks! I think the lining is so cool. And did you know, it's already &lt;a href="http://www.gatorsports.com/article/20070610/GATORS02/70610009/Donovan_s_decision_has_a_wide_impact"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brought me good luck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? In addition to the purse, she also sent me two t-shirts - one from our old weight loss blog and one with &lt;a href="http://sunshinesdesigns.biz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her business logo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Does this girl know how to make someone's day or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics - sweet!. That purse is going to be my main accessory come this college football season! (FYI, Sonia is talking about it on her &lt;a href="http://psychotichobbyist.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;craft blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today too! Check it out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078132657365364962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RnkmvyySsOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Os5oVFmUDLE/s320/purse+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078132842048958706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rnkm6iySsPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/On-ZuHFuv4g/s320/purse+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078132958013075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RnknBSySsQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NWkxy4llt3U/s320/shirt+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sonia! You're the best!!! Or should I say, you're the cat's ass?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5678105350207548871?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5678105350207548871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5678105350207548871&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5678105350207548871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5678105350207548871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-luck-charm.html' title='Good Luck Charm'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RnkmvyySsOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Os5oVFmUDLE/s72-c/purse+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2141116577030705937</id><published>2007-06-14T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T08:20:59.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the Highlights</title><content type='html'>Okay, so its been a busy week. And &lt;a href="http://andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-were-you.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the post I did at Sonia's place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday drained the brain power I reserve for blogging, so you know me - I'm going to the bullets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daughter has got some kind of bug that may be leading to a sinus infection (the kids get their TERRIFIC sinus' from their dad.) I could REALLY do without the 4:00am wake up calls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gained 3 lbs this week after the 4 lb loss last week. 'Nuff said. I suck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the in-laws last weekend, and NOT ONE HUNK OF MEAT WAS SERVED. Usually it's a meat fiesta, so this was a Christmas miracle people. Don't get me wrong, I love me some steak or ribs, but not for EVERY meal for 3 days. We had fun. The kids swam all weekend, I drank alot of beer and a few glasses of wine. See bullet above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work is crazy. I should have come back in last night after the kids went to bed but I just couldn't do it. So looks like I'll be here tonight. Blech.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting with HR today - maybe I'll get some concrete idea of what I'll be doing in the next year or so. I'm really excited about moving on. I need a change. I'm also a bit worried that wherever I'll go, I won't live up to expectations and I'll suck it. Oh well, only one way to find out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 16 days to do 22 hours of CPE for my license. Crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can I just say that summer tv bites? Save for a few select shows, what the hell am I supposed to do to feed my crack, I mean tv, habit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, off to the races. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2141116577030705937?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2141116577030705937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2141116577030705937&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2141116577030705937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2141116577030705937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/hitting-highlights.html' title='Hitting the Highlights'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7404617355890450264</id><published>2007-06-12T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:30:59.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out...</title><content type='html'>I'm guest posting over at &lt;a href="http://www.andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; place today. Let me know if it sucks. Okay, you can let me know if it doesn't suck too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7404617355890450264?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7404617355890450264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7404617355890450264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7404617355890450264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7404617355890450264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2304092996627814890</id><published>2007-06-07T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:07:32.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>So apparently, telling you my goal of double digit comments scares EVERYONE away and no one (except one charitable soul) comments on my last post.  I see how you are ;-)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note, in case anyone is paying attention...I didn't give you a weigh in last week.  Because, well, I didn't weigh in.  I took one of my two 'vacation' days allowed.  It was the day after Memorial Day and my kitchen was being finished and it was too chaotic.  So I went this week and after two weeks of not going, I thought I was doomed.  Well, I lost another 4 lbs.  Don't ask me how (okay, so I had a little help from Aunt Flo flying the coop), but I was surprised none the less.  Now if I could just bring my ass to exercise, it would be all good.  Instead, it's just all flabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2304092996627814890?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2304092996627814890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2304092996627814890&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2304092996627814890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2304092996627814890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6535221795565064841</id><published>2007-06-05T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:00:21.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Questions</title><content type='html'>I know, I know....I haven't disappeared, but its busy, busy these days. I got 9 comments on my cabinets - I think that may be the most ever. Double digits are my goal people! (I aim low!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so &lt;a href="http://www.andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorite peeps, did the 5 question meme and I said - go ahead! Shoot me 5 questions, because if I talk about work or home or my kitchen I will bore people. I know that sweet &lt;a href="http://www.cpamomva.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CPAMom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sent me 5 questions that I answered &lt;a href="http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/meme-and-more.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm a sucker for ready-made blog topics...so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 - What's one place you want to see before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's hard because I really have ALOT more than one place. Being an army brat, I've actually seen quite a bit. However, I would like to see many of those same places again, because seriously, what 10 year old can really appreciate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colosseum"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Colosseum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? So, I'd love to go back to Italy and Germany as an adult. As for places I've never been, I'd love to see Greece, Australia, New Zealand, and Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 - If you were given a 15 minute shopping spree with unlimited funds, what store would you choose and what would you buy first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mothership&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, no question. Now I'm daydreaming. I could do some SERIOUS damage in 15 minutes. What would I buy first? Probably kids clothes. And books. And gift cards, so I could come back and take my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 - Ghosts: real or fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd asked me this question 5 years ago, I'd say fake. Now, I'm not so sure. My husband's grandmother swears that her her dead husband 'visits' - moves objects in her house, etc. Now, she's 90+, so it could just be her memory going, but she's very convincing. Hubby and I were also stuck on &lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for awhile too, and some of those episodes will make you a believer. (HAUNTED FRICKING LIGHTHOUSE .... GEEETTT THE F' OOOOUTTT!) I'm not totally convinced that they are real, but I'm not convinced they aren't either. Hedging my paranormal bets I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 - If it was possible, name a real person from history who would have had an interesting blog you'd like to read and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, that could be a BIG list. My first thought was someone pious, a humanitarian maybe - say Mother Teresa or Pope John Paul. Reading about their perspectives on the world and read about their experiences....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I'm going a different way. I would totally read Marilyn Monroe's blog. Because that would be one hell of a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 - Super power you'd most like to have for one day and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was I would TOTALLY love to be invisible. To say this would be an awesome deal as far as work goes is an understatement. The things I could learn! But then flying could be totally cool too...think of all the airfare I'd save visiting places in number 1. Damn, I miss &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroes_(TV_series)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sonia! Great questions...FYI, I will be guest posting on Sonia's blog next week while she goes on a little vacation...I'll try not to screw it up girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And heh, go check out Kristi's new addition....&lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com/2007/06/meet-ruby.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is this not the cutest bitch you've ever seen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6535221795565064841?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6535221795565064841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6535221795565064841&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6535221795565064841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6535221795565064841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/five-questions.html' title='Five Questions'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-4737138625421998894</id><published>2007-05-30T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:57:38.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen - Before and AFTER!</title><content type='html'>Our kitchen is done, save a little finishing work (paint touch up, quarter round, a little caulking.) I am so excited to have it done I can hardly stand it. So, here are some before and afters...I tried to get the same shots for comparison. I have a whole slide show with the chronology of the transformation, so I'm happy to share if you email me...anyway, here it is...drum roll please....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070324129830689250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1o7q6mWeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lgamLoFESpk/s400/kitchen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070324194255198706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1o_a6mWfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/s6-BkPRqxp8/s400/kitchen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070323983801801154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1ozK6mWcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wZtCdk3V9Mk/s400/kitchen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1pC66mWgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KGMuLw6OjRA/s1600-h/kitchen6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070324254384740866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1pC66mWgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KGMuLw6OjRA/s400/kitchen6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070324052521277906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1o3K6mWdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TELMlERnLXU/s400/kitchen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070324314514283026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1pGa6mWhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5mzdoxVdJFw/s400/kitchen7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of afraid to put anything on the counters...they look so clean ;-) Now we just need bar stools, french doors to replace our nasty sliders going to the patio, redo our master bath......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-4737138625421998894?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4737138625421998894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=4737138625421998894&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4737138625421998894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/4737138625421998894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/kitchen-before-and-after.html' title='Kitchen - Before and AFTER!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Rl1o7q6mWeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lgamLoFESpk/s72-c/kitchen3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8528617347374836814</id><published>2007-05-24T07:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:01:20.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital Pics, Lost, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a Lost fan like me, did you think the season finale last night TOTALLY rocked like I did? Wow - awesome. Way better than the Heroes season finale if you ask me. I stayed up late to watch Lost and I'm glad I did....more coffee please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now a few cute pics of my daughters recital as promised. Hubby had the camera and most of the action shots turned out blurry, but here are a few...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068095501365565842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RlV-Aa6mWZI/AAAAAAAAADg/2e-ACxmkGM4/s400/IMG_0598+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068095591559879074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RlV-Fq6mWaI/AAAAAAAAADo/sv7VweqZC5Y/s400/IMG_0635+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068095660279355826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RlV-Jq6mWbI/AAAAAAAAADw/z3jgCuHwZIo/s400/IMG_0638+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8528617347374836814?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8528617347374836814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8528617347374836814&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8528617347374836814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8528617347374836814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/recital-pics-lost-oh-my.html' title='Recital Pics, Lost, Oh My!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RlV-Aa6mWZI/AAAAAAAAADg/2e-ACxmkGM4/s72-c/IMG_0598+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8962697051406983732</id><published>2007-05-23T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:12:02.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits, Again</title><content type='html'>Sorry to be so absent and this post will be short. Busy, busy around here. In fact, I'm contemplating shutting this blog down for a bit until I can get my bearings. Would you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - a few quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weighed in last night. Lost 1/2 lb. I was quite disappointed, not surprised really, just disappointed. Oh well. At least its the right direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son's last day of kindergarten is today. Holy crap, I have a first grader. Where did the time go??? Oh, and what's even more cool? He was one of 6 kids in ALL the kindergarten classes that got on the honor roll the last grading period. They only do honor roll for the last grading period and they use it as a way to reward the kids who excelled all year. My kid is a genius I tell ya'!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are still waiting on countertops/sink and related plumbing in our kitchen. I think realistically, we're looking at next week, but maybe we'll get lucky!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daughter had her dance recital this passed weekend. She was totally adorable and did very well, when she wasn't waving to her favorite uncle. I'll post some pics when I upload them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of my daughter, her new favorite song is 'Girlfriend' by Avril Lavigne. If you've never seen a 4 year old sing this song, trust me, its pretty frickin' hilarious. I hate this song, unless sung by my cutie pie. Maybe I can get her to sing on camera (ha, who am I kidding, she such a ham, she'll sing all day on camera if I let her!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, off to work now. I'm ready for the long weekend, how about you!!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8962697051406983732?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8962697051406983732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8962697051406983732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8962697051406983732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8962697051406983732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/tidbits_23.html' title='Tidbits, Again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6811332675742458224</id><published>2007-05-16T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:38:29.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>This will be quick because work is busy, busy, busy!  And home is still a mess.  But, I wanted to check in, say hi, and thank everyone that commented on my cabinets ;-).  I really just want a countertop and sink now.  You never really understand how much you use it until  you can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also wanted to tell you about my weigh in.  Yeah me - I lost 2 lbs this week.  Apparantly, no margeritas or wine really does help!  I certainly didn't exercise, which is bad, but I was very careful with my foods.  So, its good.  I made up for the 1/2 lb gain last week at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week - I probably won't be back until Friday...lots of things due! I do have a couple of serious posts brewing in my head...I know!  ME!  Anyway, I'm off.  Have a great Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6811332675742458224?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6811332675742458224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6811332675742458224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6811332675742458224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6811332675742458224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-493818529165952488</id><published>2007-05-11T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T07:52:57.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>Scene: Trying to get my 4 year old daughter up and in the bathroom to brush her teeth before school this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: H, you know what? You wake up with the SAME thing I do in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: What? An attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was going for skanky breath, but attitude got a way bigger laugh. Where does she get this crap from anyway??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Now a few teaser photos of the kitchen remodel, a couple before, and a couple as of yesterday.  No kitchen plumbing or countertops for 2 weeks, but its moving right along.  I really love how its turning out!  And yes, my kitchen was a mess.  Its amazing that the before pics look this good - the damn cabinets were falling apart.  Anyway, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063267942281783298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRXXf5UKAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3gPojkWuqyA/s400/IMG_0407+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063268221454657554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRXnv5UKBI/AAAAAAAAADA/-y-5EKG1DF8/s400/IMG_0399+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRYPP5UKEI/AAAAAAAAADY/Lxr1p0cDt8c/s1600-h/IMG_0556+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063268900059490370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRYPP5UKEI/AAAAAAAAADY/Lxr1p0cDt8c/s400/IMG_0556+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRYBf5UKDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oU5ynpauSWI/s1600-h/IMG_0553+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063268663836289074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRYBf5UKDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oU5ynpauSWI/s400/IMG_0553+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRX4v5UKCI/AAAAAAAAADI/D0wylY-XrZs/s1600-h/IMG_0554+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063268513512433698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRX4v5UKCI/AAAAAAAAADI/D0wylY-XrZs/s400/IMG_0554+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-493818529165952488?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/493818529165952488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=493818529165952488&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/493818529165952488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/493818529165952488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RkRXXf5UKAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3gPojkWuqyA/s72-c/IMG_0407+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7639698824488551018</id><published>2007-05-09T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:11:03.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to update you on a few fun things....and not so fun things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go check out &lt;a href="http://www.andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog people - she's doing a Prom this month. It's so fun. I talked about it a few days ago, but she posted prom pictures...and mine is there. Oh the horror. Oh, and don't feel any pressure to vote for me for anything. Ahem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kitchen install is in FULL swing. I got home last night and its starting to take shape....house is still a disaster, but it I think it will TOTALLY be worth it. The bottom cabinets were in, not facia or doors yet, but I can totally start to see what its going to look like. AWESOME...and since &lt;a href="http://www.sh1tsandgiggles.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S &amp;amp; G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wants pics sooner rather than later, I'll try to oblige....maybe tomorrow or Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I weighed in last night. Total suckage, as expected. Gained 1/2 lb. Oh well. I WILL do better next week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son is almost finished with kindergarten - I can't even believe it. Every week, his teacher sends home a homework folder and there is about 10 minutes of homework assigned each night. Well, this week, the homework folder was empty and only had a letter in it saying that homework was done for the year. Z was NOT happy. See, he likes his homework. So, unbeknownst to me, he brought his folder back to school and told his teacher that she needed to fill it with work. He's a scholar I tell ya! (BTW, his teacher obliged and sent home a math workbook and a ton of pages she copied from another book for him to have over the summer. She's awesome. Plus, she helped me write a letter to the principal in an effort to get him placed with the 1st grade teacher she thinks would be the best fit for him.) OH! AND - my little smarty pants is on the Kindergarten Honor Roll. How cool is that? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With all these kudos regarding my son, I feel bad not mentioning some great stuff about my daughter. However, it's hard to do so when she got a report yesterday from preschool saying she intentionally ran into a teacher while riding a tricycle, with no provocation. GREAT. H says only that 'she wouldn't get out of the way.' Oh my. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were a little distracted in my family yesterday as my BIL went to Fort Dix on Monday to do some training. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/08/fortdix.plot/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All is well, but CRAP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Hump Day. Er, Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7639698824488551018?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7639698824488551018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7639698824488551018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7639698824488551018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7639698824488551018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6606584989408506719</id><published>2007-05-08T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:30:06.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Chaos</title><content type='html'>So hubby came home last Thursday night with a little surprise. He decided on a whim to drop by our local kitchen remodeling joint to see how things were progressing....and bam...turns out they had scheduled us to have our cabinets put in today and tomorrow. Now, this is good news. HOWEVER, if hubby hadn't stopped by, we wouldn't have known until they called us on Friday. Which gave us 4 days to empty out the kitchen, take out all the appliances and existing cabinets, and re-paint. Um, can you say holy crap batman??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we spent Friday night, and most of the weekend tearing apart and slowly rebuilding our kitchen. I ended up having to take most of Monday off too. Besides the demolition and painting, we (&lt;em&gt;read *I*)&lt;/em&gt; picked out new light/electric socket thingys, new faucet, new cabinet knobs and drawer pulls. All very exciting, I know! Hubby is home RIGHT NOW getting the whole install started. I am SO hoping that there are at least a few cabinets up when I get back. It would totally make my day. Because my house? Looks like a frickin' disaster area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been taking pictures at every stage, so I'll post something when this is all done. That's probably about 3 weeks from now. Crap, that's a long time without a sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I also have to weigh in tonight. I am NOT optimistic seeing as we've eaten out for most meals since Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6606584989408506719?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6606584989408506719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6606584989408506719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6606584989408506719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6606584989408506719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-hubby-came-home-last-thursday-night.html' title='Kitchen Chaos'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2697151888004383836</id><published>2007-05-03T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:19:42.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Update - Week 2</title><content type='html'>No, hell has not frozen over. Yes, I have actually posted something 3 DAYS IN A ROW. It's like a record or something. I don't know if this one really counts, but I neglected to post my weigh-in from Tuesday night. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe hell did freeze over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I lost a pound...WTF?! Even after having lots of wine, cheese, and chocolate with the girls last Friday at the Melting Pot, going to Sea World on Saturday and having some fries, then eating pizza on Monday. I clearly do not know what the hell is going on. All I can attribute this too is that I have stepped up my exercise. From NONE to SOME. (&lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, apparently we need to walk EVERY Tuesday, the day of my weigh-ins!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I actually attended the meeting Tuesday night with my 'old' leader. It was seriously a 180 from the first meeting I went too. At least 7 lifetimers there 're-starting' like me, plus, how can you not like a leader who makes sure to work in wine or tequila into the nights topic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2697151888004383836?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2697151888004383836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2697151888004383836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2697151888004383836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2697151888004383836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/weight-update-week-2.html' title='Weight Update - Week 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-897907059953335755</id><published>2007-05-02T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:47:56.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a Prom Party and I'm a bit behind (surprise, surprise!) Last Friday, we were supposed to list some memorable prom songs....so here's mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/Atlantic-Starr/Always/lyrics/444753"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always, by Atlantic Starr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - This was 'our' song too (hubbies and mine, as we dated in high school, so we went to prom together, well, HIS prom, since I was a junior when he was a senior. My senior year, I went stag with a group of girls because hubby had gone off to college and we were still dating...) Whenever I hear this song on the 80s XM station or in an elevator (OMG I'm old), it TOTALLY brings me back to high school and the prom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, now yesterday, I was supposed to post a Prom story. I don't have alot of really vivid memories of Prom, but I do remember the highlights. Hubby and I went to the prom with another couple. The other girl, Kimberly, was so sweet, loved her (wonder what happened to her?!).  However, did NOT love her dress. Actually it was the cape. Yes, the cape. She had this serious dracula cape on - huge collar - and it was hideous. I don't know what possessed her to wear it, seriously. I will always remember my mom taking a picture of the four of us in front of our fireplace (in Hawaii?? who needs a fireplace in Hawaii??) before we left. All I could think of was the hideous cape. I hope I can find that picture to share....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I STILL love the dress I wore that Prom. I think my mom might still have it. Or maybe I do? It was strapless, black, with &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RjiUL_5UJ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/rPOoxiQvrf0/s1600-h/9f4b_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059957115202054130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RjiUL_5UJ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/rPOoxiQvrf0/s400/9f4b_1.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white polka dots. It had red ribbon edging around the top and bottom, with a red sash. LOVED it.  I also got shoes dyed red to match.  I probably could wear it today (if I could fit in it.) Hubby was actually able to drive his family car to the Prom (his father was not one to give up the keys lightly.) And lucky us, it was the DODGE STRETCH VAN. Seriously - it was HUGE. Hubby is one of 6 kids, so his family had a huge van to haul everyone. It's just like this picture, but it was a lovely blue. We were SO stylin'! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we had dinner and drove down town to the prom hotel, although we were bit late getting inside as we decided - heh - its a big van, with a big cargo area...lets make out! So we did. And no, we did not do the nasty (what kind of girl do you think I am?? Okay, don't answer that!)  And if I can ever find my Prom picture, you can see I that I am a bit, um, frazzled? Hair a little askew? I blame it on the fact that we danced first because the picture line was so long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what's your prom story?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-897907059953335755?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/897907059953335755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=897907059953335755&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/897907059953335755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/897907059953335755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/prom-stories.html' title='Prom Stories'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RjiUL_5UJ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/rPOoxiQvrf0/s72-c/9f4b_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6054358890385608049</id><published>2007-05-01T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T09:02:42.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cpamomva.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CPAMom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sent me some interview meme questions like a month ago, so you can see how timely I am, here are the answers. And some other tidbits from life at Casa OLV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you play any instruments? If not, what do you wish you played? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t play an instrument. I always wanted to play piano, but never did. I have short fingers anyway, I don’t think I would have been very good. I did try guitar for about 5 seconds, but I sucked. I am not a creative person really. Hence the whole left brain accountant thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your favorite food? sport? movie star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food – pizza, Mexican food, Chinese food….can I just say ‘most food’?? Favorite sport is easy…college football – GO GATORS! Favorite movie star…another hard one. I don’t think I have a favorite really – I like a lot of them…actors…George Clooney, the Wilson brothers, Vince Vaughn, Matt Damon, Ben Stiller, the list goes on…actresses…Julia Roberts, Renee Zellweger, Meryl Streep, and on and on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who would you most like to meet (or wish you had met - can be a living or dead celebrity, famous person)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that’s a really hard one. I'll go with the Pope John Paul. (My grandma would be so proud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How many tattoos and/or piercings do you have? Do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tattoos, only had pierced ears but they are now closed since I stopped wearing earrings. I’m good with what I have (or don’t have I should say!) I am not letting a needle anywhere near me unless its absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping into Darkness by Peter Blauner….pretty good mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who has had the most influence on your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that’s hard too – damn! I’d say my parents. Not always in a good way (but mostly), but definitely the most influential. I would also so my grandfather, who passed away about 5 years ago. He was the lone CPA in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Coke or Pepsi? Dogs or Cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Coke. HATE Pepsi. And definitely dogs – I am not a cat person (slightly allergic – hubby is VERY allergic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Now for the miscellaneous tidbits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has recently started to come up to us out the blue just to say ‘I love you.’ Last night, she ran up to me while I was on the couch and said ‘Mommy! I love you for TEN MILES!!” So cute. I’m doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen cabinets are supposed to be delivered next week some time. Hubby needs to take out the old cabinets and we have to paint (I think I've decided on a light sage green.) After all that is done, the cabinets are installed and they do the template for the countertops. We wait another couple of weeks, with no sink or faucet, until the countertop goes in. I am hoping to have a new kitchen by the middle of June. I just want it done already. As soon as I can find my damn USB cord, I will post some before picks so you can see the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother leaves today on a trip to Turkey...with &lt;a href="http://www.friendshipforce.org"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this organization&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She emailed my brother and I out of the blue last week to let us know. She'll be gone for three weeks. She spends five days with a host family, and tours the country for the remaining time. I am VERY interested to know how she does staying at someone's house for five days. &lt;em&gt;People that she does not know&lt;/em&gt;. Somehow, I think its brave and stupid at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6054358890385608049?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6054358890385608049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6054358890385608049&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6054358890385608049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6054358890385608049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/meme-and-more.html' title='Meme and More'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2586447661139096129</id><published>2007-04-25T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:12:33.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watch Volume 2</title><content type='html'>So, as I mentioned in my last post, I started WW again. My old leader called me and told me of a meeting that she does on a different day.   I will be attending that one and running far away from the whining old fuddy duddies at the Wednesday meeting. I don’t need to hear complainers right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I weighed in last night and hurray! I’m down 3 lbs. Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last time, I’m going to post my weigh-ins. It helps keep me honest.  (See my WW Stats section on the side bar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me on this journey the second time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2586447661139096129?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2586447661139096129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2586447661139096129&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2586447661139096129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2586447661139096129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/weight-watch-volume-2.html' title='Weight Watch Volume 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5163271025542447955</id><published>2007-04-20T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:28:08.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, how are you?</title><content type='html'>Lots happening here at Casa OLV...busy, busy, that's us! I could tell you about alot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you about how the USB cord for my digital camera has disappeared. I can't upload any pictures/ It has never left the house, so it has to be there, but for now, it is dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that my office move went pretty smoothly. I have a closet (okay, so it has a telephone switching panel in it, but whatever! Boxes are now stored!) And my own thermastat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that my husband has been working a hundred million thousand hours (my sons words) and I'm feeling a bit like a single mom these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that I started WW again - went to my first meeting on Wednesday. Hated it. Hated that all I heard was complaints from new people (okay, these two older women) that they would have to MEASURE food to count points the first time they made something? Did you not find out ANYTHING about this plan before you joined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you how I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother Ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and saw &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in-laws. And how they HAD TO HAVE SEEN the condoms in my cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that my son is in a fashion show today. Dad is only okay with it since he's wearing his Tae Kwon Do uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that my daughter had possibly the biggest meltdown EVER on Wednesday, conveniently when we were in a hurry, trying to get out the door to attend a friends birthday dinner. I'm surprised Child Services wasn't called by my neighbors as they heard the screaming coming from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that I'm burnt out at work, but something has come up that may change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that my kitchen renovation has yet to start, even though we put down half the money over a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't get into all that now. Because its whining and complaining and general bitchery, and I'm not doing it today. Because its Friday. And because WW or not, my ass is having some wine tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5163271025542447955?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5163271025542447955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5163271025542447955&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5163271025542447955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5163271025542447955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-how-are-you.html' title='So, how are you?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-3192225291918282151</id><published>2007-04-17T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:27:54.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've been absent of late.  Busy at home and work.  And today I move offices.  Hurray (ugh.)  It will be my third office in 11 months.  Hopefully this will the last move for awhile.  However, I'm not holding my breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon with a real post.  Promise.  And maybe some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-3192225291918282151?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3192225291918282151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=3192225291918282151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3192225291918282151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3192225291918282151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-704627291614627918</id><published>2007-04-05T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:35:11.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bullet post....so shoot me (ha! get it?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Even though I am SO busy, I had to get that pitiful excuse for a singer off the top of my blog. (He's still there after last nights results too! CRAP! And I like Gina. Damn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life at Casa OLV is in high gear. I thought that Christmas was bad...who knew that Spring/Easter could be this busy?? In no particular order, events and commitments for the past few weeks, plus the weeks ahead: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring Break for Z which means he had to go to his old preschool for the week (required paperwork, different routine in the mornings, and oh yeah, an extra $140+ for the week.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tae Kwon Do belt test for my son (Yeah Z!! Got his black stripe!) This was almost 3 hours one night. Don't get me started.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gymnastics and Dance class for H - recital is coming in May. Must prepare. And pay for costume, of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Easter parties at two different schools to bring plastic eggs and goodies for (I actually don't mind this. But still - its just one more thing to remember.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;BIG PTO fundraiser at Z's school - had to come up with items to donate and get to school by today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Issues with my Mom. Not sure I want to go into this much, but suffice it to say things are a little rough for her right now. I am the closest thing she has to a best friend locally and she tends to talk to me about alot of things. Normally I don't mind, but sometimes, I wish she had another confidant close by. Not just because of my frustration, but I think she really would be happier. She also needs someone to talk to about things she should not talk to me about. Enough said on that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are heading to the in-laws for Easter weekend. My SIL and BIL are driving with us. I am still trying to figure out how the 'Easter Bunny' is going to bring along all the necessities in the trunk the size of 4 boxes of kleenex. Not to mention packing for myself and the kids in a bag small enough to avoid the husband and BIL eye rolling. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big school fundraiser at Z's school as mentioned above is in a week. Family Fun Day. Must attend or else be branded a turncoat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volunteering at Z's school for vision/hearing tests. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIX birthdays in my family/circle of friends in the next month. Including my husband and my Mom. Oy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big project at work has come up. All in good fun - although a bit unexpected for this time of year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My continuing edcuation for my CPA license must be reported by the end of June. Instead of waiting until May this year, I thought Heh! I'll be PROactive this year! Get it done early! After doing the math, I still have 20+ hours to go. Crap. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To top off all this fun, I'll leave you with one last thing. I am going to join WW again. I have gained back half my weight and I am disgusted. Everything fell apart when I threw out my back in November and I never could right myself. Now I'm spiraling out of control. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smooches! Off to drown myself in water and iced tea since I STILL can't have soda yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't think I forgot one VERY BRIGHT spot in my week.....GO GATORS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050014217644807282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RhVBLMFkFHI/AAAAAAAAACo/coadMP4_6Lw/s400/Netscape+Wallpaper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-704627291614627918?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/704627291614627918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=704627291614627918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/704627291614627918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/704627291614627918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/bullet-postso-shoot-me-ha-get-it.html' title='A bullet post....so shoot me (ha! get it?!)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RhVBLMFkFHI/AAAAAAAAACo/coadMP4_6Lw/s72-c/Netscape+Wallpaper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-3763387153094479105</id><published>2007-03-28T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:04:44.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH. MY.</title><content type='html'>I'm surprised I didn't wake up the whole house  last night with all the snorting.  Holy hell he sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RgqD2Wx826I/AAAAAAAAACc/ve7e2F1qxD0/s1600-h/fauxhawk-707553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046991302273325986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RgqD2Wx826I/AAAAAAAAACc/ve7e2F1qxD0/s400/fauxhawk-707553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-3763387153094479105?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3763387153094479105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=3763387153094479105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3763387153094479105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3763387153094479105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my.html' title='OH. MY.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RgqD2Wx826I/AAAAAAAAACc/ve7e2F1qxD0/s72-c/fauxhawk-707553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6087656599322528760</id><published>2007-03-27T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:02:51.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LUV</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm in love. With Google Reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caved and spent some time starting an account and subscribing to all my favorite blogs (save a few that are password protected, etc. that I can't add...) because trying to check on 50 plus blogs individually was not happening. LUV people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you noticed my decrease in commenting, I apologize. I'm just getting the hang of this technology shit. I'll be back, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to work. Argh. Hopefully, I'll be back with a post about this past weekend. With pictures, if I can remember to load them. I just know you're hanging on the edge of your seat, waiting for me to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're waiting, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/HEALTH/parenting/03/26/childcare.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go read this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you're a 'working outside the home mom' with kids in child care, tell me how you feel about this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6087656599322528760?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6087656599322528760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6087656599322528760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6087656599322528760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6087656599322528760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/03/luv.html' title='LUV'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7483491600374535666</id><published>2007-03-19T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T08:31:09.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise (Updated)</title><content type='html'>I've got good news and bad news. (Well, it's not ALL that bad, but it is a bit sad for me.) I don't know if I've mentioned this in awhile, but our house is sort of a work in progress. The previous owners did NOTHING to make this house interesting. Nothing extra was added when it was built. Everything that has been upgraded, we've done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint outside of the house (check!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add covered, tiled porch (check!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Removed most carpet and tiled/put down wood flooring (check!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replaced ceiling fans, faucets, light fixtures, etc (check!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painted all interior walls (check!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are a few remaining projects, but the main one has been re-doing the kitchen. I have horrid formica covered MDF cabinets, with lovely formica countertops. If this stuff was in good shape, it would be serviceable (as it has been for the past 6-7 years we've been in this house), but alas, it is dying people. Drawers are literally falling apart. The oh so attractive contact paper has been coming of the 'finished' ends of the cabinets since we moved in. The laminated pieces are becoming unglued. It's really getting bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, for the past several months, we've been discussing getting the remodel done. We went to the Large National Hardware-Warehouse type places. We also talked to a local place. And the quotes/estimates were LARGE. Like almost twice as much as we expected. We went back and forth on cabinet choices (partial overlay, full overlay, standard?? All wood construction or not? maple, oak, hickory, cherry?????????) and in the end, we decided that if we're going to stay in this house for awhile (yes) then we should not skimp alot on cabinets. So we put down a deposit and signed a contract on Saturday. We are in for some serious crap the next two months which I'm sure I will share (I mean really, having no kitchen sink for 3 weeks should be a breeze, right????) But in the end, I will have a GORGEOUS kitchen me thinks. Along with new cabinets and countertops, I will be re-painting. It will be a total transformation and I can't wait. I promise before pics soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you must be wondering what the title of this post means. Well, since our kitchen is going to cost us way more than we thought and I don't think we could do Hawaii on less that $5K, we are skipping the Hawaii trip this year. I think we will try to go on our 15th anniversary, but for now, Hawaii is out. We will still try to do a quick trip, just the two of us, this November, but it won't be to the Aloha state. I am sad, but I can live with it. Because being able to get to my trash can while having the dishwasher open will be AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update:  Okay, I went back and read this and it sounds a little snobby or something.  It's not meant to.  We planned and saved for this trip - we haven't been on a vacation, just the two of us since our honeymoon.  The fact that we have to use some of this money to do our kitchen is sad to me, but in no way am I feeling sorry for myself.  I'm very lucky to be able to do it.  We aren't rich, but we do okay.  We've saved for this kitchen too, plus you know,  home equity line like the rest of the world.  Anyway, just wanted to clarify.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7483491600374535666?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7483491600374535666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7483491600374535666&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7483491600374535666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7483491600374535666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/03/compromise.html' title='Compromise (Updated)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-411200386096574270</id><published>2007-03-15T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:50:07.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Friday</title><content type='html'>As you may recall, I have every other Friday off. This to me is the BEST idea. I lurve it. It allows me to clean without little feet running about. It allows me to run other errands alone (and wow, how many more errands can I do without the whole car seat/dragging around a toddler thing!?) And yes, it allows me to usually do a little something fun for myself. Like shop. Even if I don't buy anything, the luxury of actually &lt;em&gt;browsing&lt;/em&gt; in any given store is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have kids, there's no browsing. There's throwing things in the cart that are on a specific list, rushing through the aisles making sure that nothing 'extra' gets in the cart, carting kids to bathrooms after abandoning your cart on the other side of the store, and hoping, just this once, that you can make it through this shopping trip without encountering the wrath/tantrum/whining mode of your 4 or 6 year old. To add to the fun, both my kids are really too old to sit in a cart. The 'two kid' carts will contain them for a little while, but not for long. Oh, how I long for the days when I could strap them in and know they were safe. Now I have monkeys climbing all over the carts, laying underneath, standing on the ends (ARGH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention all this because tomorrow, I will be shopping. For shoes. And a pair of pants. And I am overjoyed. It sounds so silly, but I can't wait. My mom gave me some money for my birthday, so I'm going to spend some of it on me. Tomorrow. I will hit my favorite shopping spots (Kohl's, here I come! Old Navy, look out!) and I will come home with a few bargains and hopefully some sassy brown shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that a little part of me will miss the little monkeys and their antics. And I'm sure I will be bringing home a little something for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042179085371184178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RflrKd10FDI/AAAAAAAAACU/DJOBaObkdbw/s400/ZHcollage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean really, how could I not miss them, just a little?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: Please go give &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a quick cyber hug. She's a great friend of mine IRL and I think she'd love to have the support right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-411200386096574270?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/411200386096574270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=411200386096574270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/411200386096574270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/411200386096574270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/03/virtual-friday.html' title='Virtual Friday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RflrKd10FDI/AAAAAAAAACU/DJOBaObkdbw/s72-c/ZHcollage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-691964571224860405</id><published>2007-03-09T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:33:16.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh There! Hi There! Ho There!</title><content type='html'>I'm here! Alive and sort of well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a post yesterday and lost the whole damn thing. So here I am trying to re-create it. So, let me give you a quick run down of what's been happening at Casa OLV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work is crazy busy. Suffice to say that part of the company I work for merged with another company. This is great for the company, but makes my job a nightmare right now. I have to significantly modify one of my biggest 'projects'. This project has had the same model for 15 years. It will get better. It will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are building three new offices right outside my office door. There used to be cubicles, but they need more office space, so voila! Offices! I am SERIOUSLY done with the nail gun and the awful voices of the amateur singer/construction guys out there. This makes it hard to concentrate (see bullet 1.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I am the 'lone wolf' so to speak in this building (the rest of my department is located elsewhere), they tend to move me around if they need my office. I've moved offices 2 times since I've been here. See bullet 2. above - it appears I will be moving AGAIN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am STILL sick. Have been for 2 1/2 weeks now. Hacking cough. I'm coughing so much that I finally went to the doctor. I felt stupid doing it, but damn - I was sick of the coughing making me puke. Nothing over the counter seemed to do much. My doc made me feel better - turns out she had it too, so I wasn't being as stupid as I thought going to see her. She gave me cough syrup with codeine too. Lurve her. (As an added bonus - I woke up with pink eye yesterday! SWEET!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Z man has been doing so well in school that we decided to reward him with a Nintendo DS. One of his friends has one and he wants one SO badly. We're giving in. But, I think he deserves it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daughter (not yet 4 1/2) has suddenly turned up the attitude a notch. If I ask her to do something she doesn't want to do, she is increasingly defiant. I've taken to just walking away and telling her I will talk to her when she can talk nicely. She does not like to be ignored, so it seems to be working so far. (Where the hell did she get that attitude?? Moi?? Nevvvveerrr.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting to really look into planning our Hawaii trip in November. Anyone been there and have any tips? Hubby and I lived on Oahu (where we met, in high school), but never visited any other islands when we were there. We're planning on spending a few days in Maui and a few in Kauai. Any suggestions?? Hotels? Restaurants? Activites??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet again, I lost NOTHING this week - I suck at &lt;a href="http://www.the-pool.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swimming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notwinningmotheroftheyear.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharpie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for a meme, but I &lt;a href="http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2006/05/weirdness.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did it back in May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....I tried to think of some new weird things, but I guess I'm not all that weird? &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - please confirm or deny! Maybe I'm just in denial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, I gave up soda for Lent.  OMG.  The lack of caffeine in the afternoon is slowly killing me.  Not to mention that I miss my new love....Cherry Zero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-691964571224860405?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/691964571224860405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=691964571224860405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/691964571224860405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/691964571224860405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/03/heh-there-hi-there-ho-there.html' title='Heh There! Hi There! Ho There!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7225771449220770499</id><published>2007-02-22T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:11:38.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicky</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all your emails and comments of support on my last post. You guys are the best! I know I've been neglecting this blog and its not my intention. I'm slammed at work right now, for alot of reasons, but part of it is that I was home Tuesday with a sick kid. He's better now, just a cough remaining, but he was nice enough to pass the crud on to me! Yeah! Hopefully I can fight off the feverish, achy part and just keep the fun coughing part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the quicky theme, a few bullet points of life at Casa OLV in the past week or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hubby sent roses to work and a spa gift certificate to my email for V-Day. He knows the way to my heart is through my toe nails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had a party at her house last Saturday for my birthday. My birthday isn't until next week, but heh, I'm all for lots of celebrating how frickin' old I am. We had a great time - thanks girl!!! Poor Z started getting sick that day and fell asleep while sitting in my lap. It was totally cute since he doesn't do that anymore (he's 6 after all!) However, again, he's 6. He weighs about 45 lbs. My butt was numb after 30 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Z has lost his two front teeth in the last week. He looks so adorable. He's so proud of it! His sister however, is not so excited. She is COMPLETELY freaked out by the idea of the Tooth Fairy coming into her house at night while she's asleep. We have taken to putting Z's Tooth Fairy pillow outside on the front porch so the lovely TF won't come inside. Because OMG!! It took her awhile with Santa too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our cold snap is over here, at least for the time being. The kids wore shorts to school today. Ah, gotta love it. I wish I could be outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I totally forgot about a fundraiser that Z was having for school. He had catalogs of stuff he was supposed to try to sell to unsuspecting friends and relatives. Since I totally forgot that today was the due date, I bought $60 worth of stuff I probably don't need. Oh well. At least Z will get the stupid 'participation' prizes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some other parent had the same thing happen apparantly because there is an entire 'fundraising' box of candy bars in our break room, free to anyone with an urge for chocolate. I AM TRYING NOT TO LET THE SNICKERS WIN. I figure if I wait long enough, they will all be gone and I won't have to worry about it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that wasn't as quick as I thought.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7225771449220770499?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7225771449220770499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7225771449220770499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7225771449220770499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7225771449220770499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/02/quicky.html' title='Quicky'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-2789371128948989397</id><published>2007-02-14T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:24:47.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought Wrong</title><content type='html'>I thought that when I lost all that weight last year that I would not have to work as hard to keep it off as I did to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight, I would keep it ALL off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight I would feel comfortable in my skin and stop judging myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight all the insecurities would magically disappear and I would stop caring about other people's opinions of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight that I would be happier more of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight that I would stop feeling like the fat sister, daughter, wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight that I would never have to consider using appetite suppressants or anti-depressants again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight that I would stop hiding what I eat from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I lost the weight that I would stop sneaking food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-2789371128948989397?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2789371128948989397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=2789371128948989397&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2789371128948989397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/2789371128948989397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-thought-wrong.html' title='I Thought Wrong'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8285994650550408023</id><published>2007-02-12T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:22:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect for a Monday morning...</title><content type='html'>I thought this was entirely appropriate for a Monday. Besides, I thought I'd copy &lt;a href="http://sh1tsandgiggles.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. SnG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two statues in a park, one of a nude man and one of a nude woman. They had been facing each other across a pathway for a hundred years, when one day an angel comes down from the sky and, with a single gesture, brings the two to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel tells them, "As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you've wished to do the most."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at her. She looks at him. And they go running behind the shrubbery. The angel waits patiently as the bushes rustle and giggling ensues. After fifteen minutes, the two return, out of breath and laughing. The angel tells them, "Um, you have fifteen minutes left. Would you care to do it again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks her, "Shall we?" She eagerly replies, "Oh, yes, let's! But let's change positions. This time, I'll hold the pigeon down, and you shit on its head."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8285994650550408023?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8285994650550408023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8285994650550408023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8285994650550408023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8285994650550408023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/02/perfect-for-monday-morning.html' title='Perfect for a Monday morning...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7474675826962055157</id><published>2007-02-09T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:49:13.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew...2 Years</title><content type='html'>Well, I celebrated my 2 year blogiversary in fine style. Hard to believe its been that long. Hubby and I went to a Jimmy Buffett concert last night. The concert was awesome. However, I will NEVER, I repeat, NEVER go to a concert again on a work night. My tired ass is just too damn OLD. I feel like I've been dragged behind a car this morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if anyone would notice if I closed my door and put my head down. I have a sweater that would make a nice pillow.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029545890731638706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RcyJVwaVv7I/AAAAAAAAACE/b7M1RY3KqII/s320/62689_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7474675826962055157?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7474675826962055157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7474675826962055157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7474675826962055157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7474675826962055157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/02/phew2-years.html' title='Phew...2 Years'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RcyJVwaVv7I/AAAAAAAAACE/b7M1RY3KqII/s72-c/62689_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5782221435674966355</id><published>2007-02-07T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:40:01.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I didn't think it would happen. I dreamed of it. Hoped for it. But now it's here. My new love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Behold.  Cherry Zero.   Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028786267484446786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RcnWd3TF4EI/AAAAAAAAABw/onQfj8lygFk/s320/376731357_987c8b909a_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5782221435674966355?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5782221435674966355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5782221435674966355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5782221435674966355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5782221435674966355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RcnWd3TF4EI/AAAAAAAAABw/onQfj8lygFk/s72-c/376731357_987c8b909a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-5527030729660447586</id><published>2007-02-01T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:46:08.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>So Z comes home yesterday all a-buzz about the visitor they had at school. A dentist! He was excited, telling us all about the types of snacks that are not good for 'healthy' teeth. Listen in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: ...and then he asked us if we should pick candy and we all said 'NO!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby (with me nearby): Really? And then what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: ...and he asked if we'd all like a nice, sweet banana! And we all said YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Bananas are a good snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: He also told us that Coke is bad for your teeth too. What's Coke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: It's soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Oh. I can't drink that. &lt;em&gt;(Z pauses....wait for it.....)&lt;/em&gt; Well, he didn't talk about beer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I could not keep ourselves from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really no surprise then that his teacher emailed me today to tell me Z got in big trouble for inappropriate language in school today. He repeatedly said 'sexy' &lt;em&gt;(??????? No idea where he got that from)&lt;/em&gt; and 'big wienie'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-5527030729660447586?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5527030729660447586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=5527030729660447586&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5527030729660447586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/5527030729660447586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/02/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-8561274325898330226</id><published>2007-01-29T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:44:32.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>Yes, its Monday again. And its f'ng freezing here people. We're almost at a record low for our city today. However! I am not here to bitch and moan! I KNOW, can you believe it!?? I actually decided to write something positive today that doesn't include cheating (i.e., posting pictures of my cute kids!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I am looking forward too in the upcoming weeks…purposely left out kid related items...because it's all about me. HA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;February 1 - WAHOO! This means my big project is DONE! SUBMITTED! It means no more over time for awhile (I hope), and definitely no more staying at work until 1 am. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spa trip with the girls this Saturday.  I have never needed a day with the girls like I do this week. I can't wait!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday is coming up. Although I'm an old hag (37 this year! GASP!), I still enjoy my birthday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercising. I am getting back into it. I have to.  I feel sluggish and fat again and I gave away or threw away all my big clothes, save one pair of 18 pants, so I'm screwed.  Even if I just start walking with &lt;a href="http://www.peetswea.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again (tomorrow girl!) a few times a week, then it will be more than I've been doing the last few months, which is &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;.  I ALWAYS feel better after I exercise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jimmy Buffett concert.  Hubby and I didn't plan on going, but my brother/sister in-law by some fluke got more tickets than they needed (trying to trick Ticket*master – ha!) and ended up with a couple of extra tickets.  So we're going for a grown ups only, parrot-head, tailgating extravaganza in a few weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously starting to plan our tenth anniversary trip to Hawaii in the fall. (Hubby and I met there and always planned to go back on our 10th - so YEAH!!) Any hints? Recommendations? Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what are you looking forward too? Lay it on me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-8561274325898330226?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8561274325898330226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=8561274325898330226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8561274325898330226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/8561274325898330226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7799964037633792606</id><published>2007-01-23T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:18:49.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do They Know???</title><content type='html'>Seriously, how do kids know when to pull out the 'angel' card? My kids were awesome last night. I totally needed that. Lots of hugs! And listening! And the eating of all of their dinner - including veggies! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your comments too - you guys are the best!! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and I can breathe today. My husband is even talking to me again (of course I sent him an email apologizing for being such a bitch lately, but heh! Baby steps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, gratuitous angel pictures.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023229296548339170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RbYYblYZXeI/AAAAAAAAABM/PmsFY5XeQ70/s320/s42245ca103304_15_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023229386742652402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RbYYg1YZXfI/AAAAAAAAABU/yx_Ob445Nfw/s320/H1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023229502706769410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RbYYnlYZXgI/AAAAAAAAABc/ImNtSL9kD-w/s320/ZH1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7799964037633792606?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7799964037633792606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7799964037633792606&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7799964037633792606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7799964037633792606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-do-they-know.html' title='How Do They Know???'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RbYYblYZXeI/AAAAAAAAABM/PmsFY5XeQ70/s72-c/s42245ca103304_15_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-6205267486042389595</id><published>2007-01-22T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:18:56.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>I am completely over this work thing.  I was in the office for 8 hours yesterday (add that to the extra 9-10 from last week.)  I was here until almost 1 am.  So I could get something to someone by &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; morning.  Apparantly it's all for nothing since they misrepresented when they could get something done.  Or rather forgot to tell me their priorities changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely stressed out.  Eating everything in sight.  Yelling at my kids and my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks right now.  Please make it February already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-6205267486042389595?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6205267486042389595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=6205267486042389595&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6205267486042389595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/6205267486042389595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/01/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-3017064187902477208</id><published>2007-01-18T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:50:08.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HIIIYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Ra-lKVYZXdI/AAAAAAAAABA/EHzVl7NVBd8/s1600-h/ZTWD+Jan+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021413706498137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Ra-lKVYZXdI/AAAAAAAAABA/EHzVl7NVBd8/s320/ZTWD+Jan+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a scary little ninja, isn't he??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-3017064187902477208?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3017064187902477208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=3017064187902477208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3017064187902477208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/3017064187902477208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/01/hiiiya.html' title='HIIIYA!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/Ra-lKVYZXdI/AAAAAAAAABA/EHzVl7NVBd8/s72-c/ZTWD+Jan+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-1327866042745720720</id><published>2007-01-15T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:34:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snubbed</title><content type='html'>I generally don't talk much about the details of my job. It's just not that interesting to anyone I don't think. Today is the exception. Today, I ask your advice. Or assvice. I'll take either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the situation. During a staff meeting before Christmas, my boss asked for volunteers to be a representative from our department on a division-wide special project. No one in my department volunteered. Much snickering ensued on how much time said project would take, etc. No one threw their hat in. On my way back to my office, I gave it some thought and decided it was something I thought I would enjoy. I would be a bit busy, but I wanted to keep my hand in that part of the business. So, I emailed my boss and told him I'd like to do it. Someone else also said they would do it (we'll call her X) if no one else wanted to. Boss emails us back and says maybe we can both split the time as we both have different backgrounds, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning. Another staff meeting. Boss is explaining some things happening in the company, one of which is this special project. As an after thought, he says 'oh, and Y will representing our department on the project.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my problem here?? No forewarning, no real explanation, just let it fly at staff. That Y would be doing it (not even X, who I knew about.)  There are perfectly good reasons Y should do this. My problem is that 1) Boss didn't tell me before hand, 2) Give any explanation as to his choice, 3) Picked someone who I don't think even wants to do it, and 4) Makes me think something else up. I am thoroughly pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that lovely meeting, I also learned something else that puts more pressure on me to finish up my current big project asap (i.e., two other people in my department are essentially waiting on me to do something.) It's not their fault really but it doesn't help my state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what would you do? Would you tell your boss your pissed or let it go? Any other words of wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's suck ass, did you know? I could use some advice. And a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-1327866042745720720?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1327866042745720720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=1327866042745720720&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1327866042745720720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/1327866042745720720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/01/snubbed.html' title='Snubbed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705479.post-7988322548221129897</id><published>2007-01-10T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:14:31.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RaUse1YZXcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iOz4_La9JTw/s1600-h/C+Dress2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018466268011388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RaUse1YZXcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iOz4_La9JTw/s320/C+Dress2_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband's friend's step-daughter (&lt;em&gt;got that?!&lt;/em&gt;) who is 15 made this dress for my daughter. It's so damn cute, I had to share. I only wish I had mad sewing skills like this. Especially at 15. Apparantly, she makes alot of her own clothes as well - even making her own patterns. What other teenager you know asks for a new sewing machine for Christmas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wow, my floors look so clean! Ha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705479-7988322548221129897?l=outloudvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7988322548221129897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705479&amp;postID=7988322548221129897&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7988322548221129897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705479/posts/default/7988322548221129897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outloudvoice.blogspot.com/2007/01/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621972387398363718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/SOzvLpD811I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3TEVdbV1dF8/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xQ1R1llgqn8/RaUse1YZXcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iOz4_La9JTw/s72-c/C+Dress2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
