tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246905052024-03-14T02:47:44.949-05:00Insane MommyThis site is about the trials and tribulations of raising our twin daughters Abbey and Katie and two crazy first time parents adjusting to life with kids. We adopted our little miracles in March of 2006 from Guangxi, China. Our life is not what it once was. That life is fleeting memory. Our life is more than
complete. So much more.....insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-72611761099309453132012-02-28T09:43:00.014-05:002016-07-08T15:16:59.558-05:00For a flicker of a moment!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuX8piKNlCh-ad2HlzxjLZVSgJQeh6IucfM3fBSNiX9M2mjHL5SRUejwXBR7itwhqCUPc4auJoJgxuaa0wIsz3xggZiebI88m2fG8VaCJIjAU5_HpaOrkql9SV8gIXcP3cxhB8/s1600/pregnancy.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714206600514769778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuX8piKNlCh-ad2HlzxjLZVSgJQeh6IucfM3fBSNiX9M2mjHL5SRUejwXBR7itwhqCUPc4auJoJgxuaa0wIsz3xggZiebI88m2fG8VaCJIjAU5_HpaOrkql9SV8gIXcP3cxhB8/s400/pregnancy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 279px;" /></a><br />
Yes, for a fleeting moment, I thought I might be.....pregnant! I was - shocked. Excited beyond, beyond - they said I couldn't conceive. And of course terrified - I mean, I am 50! I hadn't thought much about ole "Flo" not visiting, however, over the holidays I realized she hadn't paid a visit in a really long time. She had a standing reservation! I was hurt, then relieved, then worried. I started visualizing and imagining that I just might be...... dare I say the word?!? It would explain the extra poundage I was carrying too. I didn't speak a word of it to Jeff. Not to anyone. I bought a home pregnancy test and took the test while Jeff was running errands. I needed time to process everything in the event I was.... you know. I waited anxiously for the test results, only to feel a certain sadness when I looked at the stick and it was negative. Weeks went by and still no visit from "Flo". I scheduled an appointment with my doctor the end of December for a pregnancy test - those tests too came back negative, but I learned I was in another phase of life. The "Magical" time as they refer to it. Something about it made me sad. Not that I was going through the change, but this was it. It was final.insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-48119502096357120432011-01-26T13:55:00.009-05:002011-01-26T14:34:53.545-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UNXTtaAoOmETeAvwBILXVL-jrP2g-CinxblNPGgE9OnCeUwV99MbZGxwk2xJd6d4rlpZ-wr5BLG6smBcU8jgaDPGghM3TmIG7-R-3lh4au3Hntin-iuyXS7oE2kQnf2kIHSi/s1600/ChangeYourMind.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566570325257616722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UNXTtaAoOmETeAvwBILXVL-jrP2g-CinxblNPGgE9OnCeUwV99MbZGxwk2xJd6d4rlpZ-wr5BLG6smBcU8jgaDPGghM3TmIG7-R-3lh4au3Hntin-iuyXS7oE2kQnf2kIHSi/s400/ChangeYourMind.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div>Hello! I'm back. Ok, everyone had so many different views on private and public education. But, what I've realized is that I too have had a change of heart. What, you say - you who is always so firm with your decisions?! Yes, I have. Let me explain my thought to you. It's no secret (I don't think!) that <strike>I</strike> <strong><em>we</em></strong> are trying to leave the greater DC area (interpret northern Virginia - with a heavy accent on the "naawthen vaaa-gin-ya part!) so that <strike?i<>we can be closer to the <strike>beach</strike> <strong><em>family</em></strong>. Yeah, that's right... .family. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>What I have discovered in my house hunt is, not all schools are as stellar and fabulous as what we take for granted in northern Virginia. I know - shocking isn't it?!? Anyway, if we were to land in one of the three areas we are considering, private education maybe in the chicks future. ON the plus side, all the communities we are considering have a big Jewish community, and therefore have Jewish Day Schools. Yea. I'm all happy. Now on to my new obsession - Morocco! </div>
<br />insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-80363691825437668832010-07-07T14:09:00.015-05:002010-07-07T18:39:04.658-05:00Private or Public?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAs0Xj0qp_IJtdkGB2y0pULyCP7LioHeI7849mzPnsSfW-vKAcpbEDraNrRKsAPr3PK6m_lsN6odvVXccU3pEmC6OnuEGXOstItJxPE-ZUComACexsfmVbAuR1O9ahZvDKFWK/s1600/public_private.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491311634703417586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAs0Xj0qp_IJtdkGB2y0pULyCP7LioHeI7849mzPnsSfW-vKAcpbEDraNrRKsAPr3PK6m_lsN6odvVXccU3pEmC6OnuEGXOstItJxPE-ZUComACexsfmVbAuR1O9ahZvDKFWK/s400/public_private.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQaRGfbES1vT7X6fkbyNvN28zZtjQBGAg2IHT8-qPmZaBWzq6OZw8O1yTEpZAOe2F1k8EjgHhjYxT6Wra2gC3jgWOFk8bokDEW1HSgXDZcB2k7xE-IKFXe-pzml1kebbTp-x7Q/s1600/school+desk.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>And I ain't talking toilets, ladies! Thank you for the three of you who have so diligently continued to email me - really, everything is dandy! I'm just consumed with all the things that are now part of my routine...I truly have less time now than when I was working! Thank goodness school is over for the summer.....for all of us!<br /><br /><br />BUT I want to discuss what is a "hot" topic of conversation in my neck of the woods these days. School. And listen up - we have good, no, GREAT SCHOOLS in the greater DC area.<br /><br /><br />Are your kids going private, or public next year? Well, the following are some of the responses I've had when discussing said topic. See for yourself, then get back to me on your views and opinions.<br /><br />random lady: <span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Are you sending your kids to private or public school next year</em>?</span><br /><br />me: <span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>oh, public - fur shore! why, are you considering private</em>?</span><br /><br />random lady: <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">yeah, I mean, should it take 20 minutes to pick your kid up, in the drop off lane?!</span></em><br />me: <span style="color:#ff0000;">ummm, yeah - my kids are in private pre-school, and yeah, if you are "Mrs. I'm so Entitled" the drop-off lane is your peronal gold star parking space for being a "mom of five"....</span> crap....choices.....or birth control<br /><br />crazy lady: <span style="color:#ff0000;">guns...I'm concerned about guns</span><br /><br />me: <span style="color:#ff0000;">ummmm.... what about guns?!? you can have guns in private school too - they're not exempt! </span>...rolling eyes....<br /><br /><br />church lady met in the parking lot: <span style="color:#ff0000;">I want my kids to go to school with "like minded" kids</span><br /><br />me: <span style="color:#ff0000;">what do you mean? thinking</span>.... FREAK, like that's "real world" preparation....ugh<br /><br />church lady met in the parking lot: <span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>you know, brought up in the same type of home, pray the same</strong></span><br /><br />me: <span style="color:#000066;">oh, not me - I'd drop my kids in DC if I could. I'm all about "diversity" - you know, Ex-pose-ur! </span><br /><br />freaky woman: <span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>well, I think you'd want your kids going to private, cuz all the Chinese kids are so smart and always get the highest grades</strong></span><br /><br />me: restraining from punching her... <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I think my kids have a disadvantage... I'm their mommy! </strong></span>Walking away, thinking if that's the kind of kids in private, mine will be staying in the public school system<br /><br />hot mommy: she really was hot, and likable. <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I'm not getting up that early, at least with private they don't have to be there til 9:00am... how bout you?</strong></span><br /><br />me: laughing, (cuz she was so honest!) <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>nope, i'm all about buying my condo in Florida, education is so over-rated! </em></span></strong><br /><br />neighbor: <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">you should send your kids to private so they don't have to go to school with the "poor" kids...</span></strong><br /><br />me: <em><strong><span style="color:#009900;">yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking</span></strong></em>... NOT!<br /><br /><br />Interestingly enough, not one person(<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>NOT ONE</strong></span>!) that I've discussed the school thing with, has mentioned they're sending their kid to private for a <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">better education</span></em>. Meaning, because their kids are currently getting a sub-standard education. Our schools(NOVA) are some of the BEST in the nation, (top 100-150) however if I could send my kids to the Jewish Day School (25 miles away) and it wasn't 22k EACH (yeah, swallow that nut) - I would put my kids in private, and no, not for the educational advantage, but for the religious component. BUT, it's a two hour ++ commute each day, and I'm not putting my kids or myself through that, not to mention it's almost 45k for two kids to go to elementary school. I don't need that kind of pressure. Besides, you already know how I feel about my Florida condo. </div><div> </div><div>I do wish the public schools required students to wear uniforms. Boy, would my life be so easy.<br /><br />So what's your thoughts?!<br /><br /><br />p.s. I only post comments that are in English.</div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-13454745950109687622010-01-28T16:42:00.074-05:002010-01-29T22:02:23.958-05:00Holiday Letter from the Ghelerter’s 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A_j_hDN0lfvn6aoIclw2DU0UJYBLXibA0XkVJwXYIVAccdtYDj6pSAS2roEp1iWQB4O9u-ESA4xuq7SGG-ava9WV1z6Or1ohDwMNemTbhby3ukPn0Gny-gDVW1JU_r8zVOs9/s1600-h/The+Ghelerter%27s.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432359363016265170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A_j_hDN0lfvn6aoIclw2DU0UJYBLXibA0XkVJwXYIVAccdtYDj6pSAS2roEp1iWQB4O9u-ESA4xuq7SGG-ava9WV1z6Or1ohDwMNemTbhby3ukPn0Gny-gDVW1JU_r8zVOs9/s400/The+Ghelerter%27s.jpg" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6hneapxPjNP_YEdrlduMfdW4WodVax56aAX6QYX-O3-wSIVtCG6bTtEQ0lrqqdq_Ha3lU5jLfotOZe87UtYSgWyw7X_LNN0sUzyF1MBwCeEdA46kJ6wTQs8smui5dNldhhyphenhyphenl/s1600-h/DSC02292.JPG"></a>Hello family and friends!! As many of you know, I did NOT get a holiday letter out this year! BUT, had I this is what I would’ve said. I hope your and yours, had a wonderful year! As I sit and reflect upon our year, I want to give thanks to all of you for being in our lives. This year we saw many changes, some special and some sad. Hang on as I step you through the past year with the Ghelerter’s! It could be a bumpy ride.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>January was a special month for us. The world cheered as we elected our first black President! For me this would mean many things, one of which was having my sister, Val and her family in town to celebrate the inauguration with us! They, unlike some “<strong><em>party crashers</em></strong>” received the <em>gold engraved invitation</em> from Mr. Preside<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKgmGjFilMpPOproQUU3HYqXBIhqNL-BbiCe02C3lOQm5SnqkL3ycfj3xuAgI3Opwc7qztFi6BHMXu7HgxeczEHvJYU7hVmwzjN1wWjxk8FT2jPk1VlPLVpxU9pNQya7PwUKv/s1600-h/DSC02546.JPG"></a>nt himself!<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432358892050996354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrec5nYTBqt-i-hXpPb0y4UlldHN1EtZANY_EOCIR8HNt8osXqP4ALaPNqvNyVc3gnoaHwiohiqhAYd3mDQtgIjbOvKhYhM7HEj5Bjf-i4seST1vUYyk8hHTU-1NX6Ps4Yk6U/s400/DSC02320.JPG" /><br /><div>Our beautiful Au pair, <em>Mai</em> and her fiancé, Wes, were married in our home, and “daddy” as she fondly calls him, gave her away. As you can imagine, I was a blubbering mess. We were so excited that Wes’s family was able to witness the nuptials, as well as “<strong><em>The Nana</em></strong>”!! The newlyweds will be traveling to Thailand this summer to be married in a traditional Thai wedding, and for Wes to meet her parent’s. I do hope they approve, and hope he has his dowry in order. *snort* … </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357979602613954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCKNYpZBxOdyJDAZqkU7omuZl-wVliSwh0hw61rHUgJjExQxTBmCNZRiS2sBrSxHp584W5GGmGJm8M12OuWmovOJBN-GLvzuZl4Dsbbmmuy4NQpktgMXNeydBO_bYYd24Kqp1/s400/DSC02546.JPG" /> <div></div><div>Due to (so much) time on my hands, I decided to return to school. I won’t kid you; I was so scared I nearly talked myself out of it! I have a hard enough time trying to remember what I did yesterday, yet now I'm <em>trying</em> to memorize dates in history, way before the caveman was born! I am hopeful though, that I will be finished long before the girls start college although, Jeff believes this is just a ploy to follow them to college. Hmmm, I never thought of that…<em>really</em>.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432355098496180082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZszcwdCbvIDi3eHkbYaoPKxQ27K-AA1Sq0hHgWEtze0O2T1Xz6bSGpUf_EDZc1oNJ8Qu5YkquJeLJO7E-UgnmFVC1vMLJ7OzVgYjYkaymZT203wVXrNjlyPfTuq21RI0_KhX/s400/Chicks+at+Diane%27s.jpg" /></div><div>February was a tough month for us. I too, joined the ranks of the 2.8 million(or is it zillion now?!) Americans who were unemployed! Unfortunately, for Jeff I was thrilled beyond, beyond! (Sorry, babe). But sadly, the following day we lost our beloved German Shepherd, Maggie tragic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwtnn1Wbajdri7yy51XFYfwg04bfV1tx6elm-r_7FtvmF2UtIVBvy6ASZ07N1XDX8MLm8HcDr6f13EuiDBasG1Fi20cCQBKa7-khp84V9CnahXyuFmUocHkqC9ypIsMWTg60O/s1600-h/DSC06155.JPG"></a>ally. My heart still aches….<em>R.I.P</em>. my love.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432352171359143602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprwZ4uNcGJn8DtoGkQSmWyHNTazfqOjX0GQrX3-0YR8rpPQMjcEnv_3jLzWuXtX9xuxjiASfe1DNocQI0oNz6vpgkZxhCqqI5tntsgXlKJ6KTwChEB4zjexbkVpxu9YDCFiGg/s400/DSC06155.JPG" /> March was a busy month for us. The chick’s started swim class and gymnastics! They are coming along nicely in the water, and their Gymnastic's coach is an Olympic Gold Medalist! Carrie Scruggs, you’ve got nothing on the fearless duo!<br /></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432351559179746098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdzzn6sav951b_ZVu5S77ei55JyL2TDhyWfkp_thI2jHIwcUqKoCmynHHydLpMI8AVy_Nwyb0PNfqaHuTa0pSe3iu_vJWoIQm86h2n8itLMkn7CubZMqHN-4XjwwG12zGK6-r/s400/Pre-school+orienation+Sept+9,+2009+077.JPG" /> Meanwhile,I decided to take up cake decorating. Surprisingly I discovered a stirring for the flour deep within, which prompted me to start baking sweets and goodies for neighbors and friends. That could account for the excess baggage I’m carrying around like a "747"! Note to self: Check<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxezI3t_nZ0pHD7pJZbZcc98yHJGNBQBwk-feaf8aZvd5HoMocA-x0xmB7zcYL4EGUZAGJHvk2GWDcdr2VNoZ3bEiYM0wrA1fZ4Cp8DwAUWbT49Oo2h5poeLpGltVmG68FqDg4/s1600-h/Ron+Jones,+Ron+Abramson,+and+Disney+056.JPG"></a> into fat farm!! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432329973468391250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GcXlfT490JOy0AKG01sUfpB2KPqifEv5t1PmmkevwTIaeXJtzwZTU-CMZYKWAZMp8Ebp3smfgih_z1IOkefrdipG8P285qYJR_wlH_U66MEV2zhZk_EteAuVdEj50KSliI5t/s400/Cakes+and+pictures+for+Rony%27s+class+June+2009+303.JPG" /> June and July was a wild month for us. We had plotted and planned our trip to Florida for almost a year. We hit the east coast of Florida, from top to bottom and then swung back around and topped it off with a visit to Disney. Jeff and I were able to re-live some of our favorite “haunts” from when we lived in Lauderdale. Alone! Thanks to Nana. Unfortunately, we ran out of time and weren’t able to see some very special friends – but not to worry; we’ll be returning this summer with the “U-Hau<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCWl3uKZn3Pc2-K8TQbu9LW6iMbGXnTb_vecqkblSRD-O69Xpi8yaO2forDyp66s8XmA8wqsiuZmMeChyphenhyphenstyOpqlnG04_akc-JinOJxB1yB0pjgwar_87jJYC25kdjmTwdg_jG/s1600-h/JGHS+1979+30th+Class+Reunion+July+2009+111.JPG"></a>l”! Run Forrest, run….<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432156571599628178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yB_-rDTviwlI07A0sWfEc9w-6yIN3hb4PyJIAnZOkcSV80dG0JvTl2v5lw7d5atXx05c3EOUZYbYH2Ky1MGQvVc7UT1K_8TLLZblc-X2PkXomPxaOnIkEEZWJp8Mmk3iNKmL/s400/Ron+Jones,+Ron+Abramson,+and+Disney+055.JPG" /> Home and barely unpacked from Florida, I was off and running again, this time to south eastern Ohio for one of two high school class reunions. I had such a great time re-connecting with old friends, and was thrilled to see my high school crush (he never knew) was there too. Funny, he married a girl just like me. Well, almost like me…she’s a doctor, (I know medical terms) he is too....and she's blonde (me too) and has beautiful blue eyes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTGIkUJYli_cMQnWCTjg1oZkpLxh1l7cyDRNfU5stwQ5LnX2g4cbPi_EWaN7B22xhQcigFSjQ7NKSRKGY8pDbOnIle6jpBkqA2-DooCZ0d-BhUHsNGjkfKHQjmGVCvyuPKWO-/s1600-h/Girls+trip+to+Diane%27s+August+7-9+2009+023.JPG"></a> (me too - although mine are baggy) yeah....we're so much alike!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432154685393499954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnX8TGXPdoYwT921DpWV23U0r9LR3R0YQJtBX4BRwWjJ7mSgSUXHxaL1hxS616Vszmay06xDbECPgvpjT2oAg7A6mcktyTZbQqMQ8PO5cLMdmJW1lbKamI9r97ahCH8B2PD-y7/s400/Veronica+and+Jim.jpg" /> The annual "girls" trip this year was spent in southwestern, Virginia at my life long friend, Diane's “Mansion in the Hills”. Her hospitality was so gracious, I reserved the "Presidential Suite" and returned two weeks later with my "klan"! I do hope we get to <em>indulge</em> them with <em>our</em> presence this summer…. What could be better than hanging with the Ghelerter's?!?! lol.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432154167024294994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCG89d60CJt73Phbk-m1LLkPixyfZHVH0Fbo9vZmNQ-Ji_G-WxdhwGD2grpBxhMGc-bBzGSNqhH7ZOPQlbhdtZHQ6uXvLOLPL12n4fKfY7ikYcxPG-6leFaXblpSjJrY_fwHu/s400/Girls+trip+to+Diane%27s+August+7-9+2009+023.JPG" /> Labor Day weekend I celebrated yet another class reunion in Westerville, Ohio. It was a fancy schmancy affair that required us to wear “grown-up” clothes! Lol. We partied like it was 1979 and we were all sorry when the evening ended. I still think we’re the coolest peop<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSywLpJNR41xzDy3j-uZm8r30Gb6Bk7WXOkifc1-li1p9-mfNMgb5akZ8l1euMnIbonaxo6_7f-WOUmv_kiEknelBfrnfbIcZvUtMytSKQU0Eo9jj5LgKWxbhwxygd0_ORrdh/s1600-h/First+day+of+Pre-school+September+11,+2009+010.JPG"></a>le I know! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432153428418470338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rGCxlyoI8f4aFyqoDWHyFOZntZnHOtRxRKbMhQ3ST6-E6iNq1zGqh1CesTkZ_n9f7z1vrh_Yg_QaC6PskzWe0qbfxN0_OVnICsRw-KIPeMAVVyafL-SlIaqQ05k-SC73-ACI/s400/WNHS+30th+Class+reunion+September+4-5+2009+131.JPG" /><br />My babies are growing up all too fast!! In September they started school at our Synagogue. I couldn’t believe what an emotional day it was. They each ran into their classrooms excited for me to leave. It was me who cried!<br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432152850725470194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBd2Y7aWwYip-LrFBn28bI9wOd83rtMO6LDxXsE3PNUYj48Jc5oK-pocSj-Bvh81HBranjQJtrHDG4trD6rvxtbOiITQ23muTxHew90yYd-qkDhrBtpBHQx_kXTmhyEJuBHKJ/s400/First+day+of+Pre-school+September+11,+2009+010.JPG" /> The chick’s and I ended the summer with one last trip to the beach. Unfortunately, Jeff could not get away to join us. With car packed we headed out for four days of fun in the sun in the Outer Banks. Nothing spells “relax” to me, than a beach outing and digging my toes in the sand......<br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432070726052349234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT393-tLmMNa_C3guC6_mcX0NiU-2nrMGYAj1hqzj7LEWFxS1KhD3NzshwQpw6J7fmdQEoj3FZAHHU7yqRax1FtKAEEO3GFbzvEzHz7lZ8huoy6XHYFhWvELYrLpMsv9DXdwRz/s400/Outer+Banks+times+two!++September+2009+114.JPG" /><br />December was a huge month for us. We celebrated Chanukah with much pomp and flair. It was so exciting to watch as the girls helped daddy with the lighting of the candles and reciting the blessings.<br /><br />Jeff had much anticipated good news to celebrate, as he passed the CPSM exam which he has been studying diligently for, for the past year! It’s.A.Big.Deal. That’s what he tells me…. He then heads to NY for what we believe to be the final test to determine what ails him. Unfortunately, the specialist still does not know what is causing him so much pain. Where is “House” when you need him!?!? We are confident the doctors will solve the mystery. Someday.<br /><br />New Year’s Eve would not be complete without the help of Uncle Rob and Uncle Dex to help ring in the New Year. We cooked, ate and were far too merry!!<br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432069510664838354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQynC8aMXeW_NvoHmrkEGSP7aCxQ3qy-xyId56L7Xhw_zEhqc39Z5SijbQJ_svU5HyM73KcIzpWZ_Ukac5TpC6TnugAsjSLG8_DUO3naXdmvyODRvSxy13NqcOu6y0nVhBBbX/s400/New+Year%27s+Eve+2009+and+New+Year%27s+Day+2010+123.JPG" /> Lastly, I want to give special thanks to my amazing husband, Jeff. If it weren’t for him bringing home the “bacon,” the chicks and I would not be able to do all that we do. We love you, babe.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432067096029458018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeNdnmjmgYR6FOmPCXTMb7hCKMh_4-RkwXk344QtZTO6HRbHwkjG9bM5MQA705VsDxq1jClMFLIVQ19-R3Qac_O3cG41wcuUixyoPD5QLTgOsgBMGoYfFrspbtU2VK1XVTGg1/s400/Christmas+at+the+Market%27s+December+2009+155.JPG" /><br />To all of you, here’s hoping to an awesome 2010! If you get over our way, give us a call. We always have a bottle of red "breathing"......<br />Love,<br /><br />Rony, Jeff, Abbey, and Katie </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-4112286269538167062009-12-02T12:37:00.000-05:002009-12-03T16:02:49.902-05:00Apologizing...............<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYC65gZ74fywz0gmgpl3NmbP8loYLznVHSprgcOrXFHLSuusnYUwavgD6kn8Qg2B0SL835ZzNpAUZuz5pr5X35q69CMXxDaGIGb281FbbWV-vttq8VKw-F2KQIjxlH0OtPDaQg/s1600-h/be+true.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411117954977312482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYC65gZ74fywz0gmgpl3NmbP8loYLznVHSprgcOrXFHLSuusnYUwavgD6kn8Qg2B0SL835ZzNpAUZuz5pr5X35q69CMXxDaGIGb281FbbWV-vttq8VKw-F2KQIjxlH0OtPDaQg/s400/be+true.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>Bringing G-d Into - Apologizing<br />By Aryeh Ben David</strong><br /><br />My family has been living in a wonderful small town for 20 years. Sharing births, weddings, happy, and sad events together, with friends and neighbors for as long as we can remember. Then – something happened and things started to break down. A small inconsequential disagreement with someone began to escalate.<br /><br /><br />This person blew up at my wife and insulted my children, one by one. I responded in kind. And during the month of Elul no less, as we were approaching Rosh Hashana.<br />This left me in a terrible quandary of not knowing what to do. They behaved horribly, and certainly I had not been a saint.<br /><br /><br />But the question I kept asking myself was: Should <strong>I</strong> apologize – or not?<br />On the one hand – <strong>absolutely not</strong>. If I apologize – they’ll think they were right. Doesn’t that compromise the honor of my family? They started it when they blew up to begin with. What exactly am I apologizing for?<br /><br /><br />On the other hand, they seem to be suffering now – closing themselves inside their home, fuming with anger. Maybe there are other things going on in their lives that I do not know about? Maybe this was just the straw on the camel’s back for them?<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>My wife, ever the peace-maker, advised me to apologize. The kids, advocates of uncompromising truth, said absolutely not. I had no idea what to do and it began to eat me up.<br /><br /><br />Finally, after listening to my wife and kids one more time, I decided to listen to my own inner voice, the voice of my soul, which was so confused over this. What was G-d trying to teach me through this aggravating and exasperating experience?<br /><br /><br />And I came back to the words I say every day in the morning prayers. “Blessed are You, G-d, who graciously offers a lot (ha’marbeh) of forgiveness.” “A lot.” The prayers don’t say that G-d offers “a lot” of wisdom, or health, or livelihood. Just “a lot” of forgiveness. There is something about forgiveness that necessitates “a lot” – more than what seems needed or appropriate, more than we can imagine.<br /><br /><br />How could I say these words each morning and then not try to bring them into my life? It was time to forgive. So I went over and apologized. It wasn’t easy. I wish I could say that this dispute had a happy ending and everything ended up fine. I can’t and it didn’t, at least not yet. Life is not so simple. But it did remind me that this is a time to especially focus on forgiving “a lot.” We’ll see what happens. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've struggled with this one...I wish I could be the "bigger" person - but.i.can't. Not now....not yet.....</div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-63971233110154013082009-11-08T20:35:00.006-05:002009-12-02T00:05:20.947-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwDB04GhiYI6nZka89z-Wm3wqAPt8uzykobw7RyUqDT6Ms2nTN4R46oWnlkLIVUdKMEmFsFoPArbbPNbfdGRMPDRjdFESaQJr2odNwwj1tV1SCCRbwRo8JiayHl7l3vJ3wlP-/s1600-h/Twins%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401914567878642882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwDB04GhiYI6nZka89z-Wm3wqAPt8uzykobw7RyUqDT6Ms2nTN4R46oWnlkLIVUdKMEmFsFoPArbbPNbfdGRMPDRjdFESaQJr2odNwwj1tV1SCCRbwRo8JiayHl7l3vJ3wlP-/s400/Twins%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Hello, hello.....yes, I am STILL here! I have lots (LOTS) to report to you (my one follower....) but, for now I am trying to find out if anyone knows who adopted the precious babies above. Here's the short version (it won't be short!) I received an email from someone from the province group where we adopted the twins. Anyway, she said someone she knew had just returned from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Guangxi</span> and had pictures of my twins. Who (as she explained - which is another story....) were the only set of twins that the orphanage had ever had. She had a picture and wanted to mail it to me as well as an interpreted letter from the director of the orphanage. My heart nearly exploded, but much to my dismay the photo (above) arrived and it clearly was NOT "the fat" girls! Mr. Man actually asked me "if I was sure"??!? Of course I know my babies! See picture of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">twinkies</span> on my side bar. As you can see the babies in the photo are teeny, tiny <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">widdle</span> girls!! I am trying to locate the parent's so that I can mail the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">photo</span> to them as well as the note. The following is the information I have. Again, If you know who adopted these precious babies please ask them to contact me. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>What we know</strong></div><div>Parent's name: (?) Liam <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">O'Shea</span></div><div>Twins name: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lai</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fu</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Feng</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lai</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fu</span> Huang</div><div>Province: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Guangxi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lai</span> Bin</div><div>Location: East coast - maybe MA</div><div>The girls were were adopted : June 2006 </div><div>Birthday: May 2005 </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I have discovered also, that there were only two sets of twins adopted from said agency....until another set materializes! :)</div><div></div><div>I hope you have all been well. Life is one big bowl of cherries here............and loving it...........</div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Update: I have found the parents of the twins!!! Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. :)</span></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-86710050105045493062009-06-24T22:24:00.005-05:002009-06-24T22:33:57.877-05:00The cutest words to my ears....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVDG9plFUi6j2712-RGLsyFGPl0FT0tx5Ka6ULrx4j5AwBZNGRTr3VmNcjlhPlF6947Sdih8QLaBd8pLHtY9_2QDoShs6cNeZX8OeHoH1a5q12Q46CjMtzSNk0_c6aW9JK073/s1600-h/Abbey+and+Katie+turn+4+-+June+16,+2009+349.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351103150854759490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVDG9plFUi6j2712-RGLsyFGPl0FT0tx5Ka6ULrx4j5AwBZNGRTr3VmNcjlhPlF6947Sdih8QLaBd8pLHtY9_2QDoShs6cNeZX8OeHoH1a5q12Q46CjMtzSNk0_c6aW9JK073/s400/Abbey+and+Katie+turn+4+-+June+16,+2009+349.JPG" /></a><br /><div>This is one of my most favorite videos. I promise it'll make you smile too! I can't stop laughing....now if only I had that much enthusiasm "making the bed"...ha ha.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SHVsdWldzBsZ3g1sSKQ9AQ?feat=directlink">http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SHVsdWldzBsZ3g1sSKQ9AQ?feat=directlink</a></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-17281658785648073882009-06-23T23:07:00.012-05:002009-06-24T15:59:44.092-05:00Coming up daiseys!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350742720147940546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDrpKn_AxbJXazbLot22D090MQv7W6tLStwk4BL5TIkQoDBhDFl4grkcrdQbrc46PhcQClqEQTKKUzeLRqttGIZMrIahin93tHjHmq-hr5S89fva7ODP-EaXIGKr49aSV1qit/s400/Grand+Finale+Fondant+Cake+102.JPG" /><br /><div><br /><div>Well if you haven't had your dose of "Insane Mommy" this week here's a little bit more of me. I just LOVE this cake - I completed this tonight for my fianl cake class. Yes, I completed all four courses - not bad for someone who'd never baked a cake before.....Mr. Man still bakes the cookies.... </div><div></div><div><em><strong>Stay tuned - I've got a great recipe I will be posting soon!</strong></em> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350742221107144514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_LfleJ-2wLLwM2N5nwG1i7AE2cNoAaMSdSmGlYj7UO9gHC9IfSVowYNDHgFdHzgO-YiQOurYPjeTqPPn-n6mcqpakwQIad7tr4KBevtIvrS9FI_PXNxCR_onJMWFyRn1p8HhJ/s400/Grand+Finale+Fondant+Cake+050.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350742142257802274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHqclJhsKDIYApLLwtSaDdwzNoOuOdGqXFYs6BwTRJYZ_T6HnQvQlVAdlAWGw4hJwDqfNZnxJypRVxHQNdDKgs_Sp9OONVu7qmHfmiGoSoy6jOqtRbk1MKmiSewfVGA1NL5JF/s400/Grand+Finale+Fondant+Cake+070.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350742070695505586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLERgmMATBIf72-TZfRToSCLp4801yLx3AMrCgO-zzeWK4C4y_KIoleJNtmwZQVfiFyzXe4Yech4Kpe7g9_7iblTp5SDMLHf7RaOBX8x_TQL04tH6BTItdanKRkYsIAS-mUzO/s400/Grand+Finale+Fondant+Cake+130.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350741940871359586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWastq64iDHdSsnbv2H-XPOtpHRIXHY8QprzUJ-G_KGhY1JQzjokWOJu1VCceKv60UHZTUgsjhbTaLUj0oV_bGY6ca3umQuUUroq2fFdGkDTozZlLTYVip_xZKSGYcCO7apPd/s400/Grand+Finale+Fondant+Cake+135.JPG" /></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-3454610478575241982009-06-21T23:22:00.024-05:002009-06-21T23:58:38.889-05:00The Par-tay!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcjliCPx4umi_8fnrJXa9mdJPdGx5W1p3kdXdA_Aey3EWD7AFl_uqX4T1BnXbsa6hUDxPcxfnaPClORlJ35Yd8yXZYCoo5Wyo1D81tLiFgOxC24BohfXciHscHVmdtVJsEX5f/s1600-h/Katie+and+Abbey%27s+4th+birthday+party+148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcjliCPx4umi_8fnrJXa9mdJPdGx5W1p3kdXdA_Aey3EWD7AFl_uqX4T1BnXbsa6hUDxPcxfnaPClORlJ35Yd8yXZYCoo5Wyo1D81tLiFgOxC24BohfXciHscHVmdtVJsEX5f/s400/Katie+and+Abbey%27s+4th+birthday+party+148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350011463886142674" border="0" /></a><br />Few words are needed. They came. We laughed. We enjoyed. Wow. Still coming off the high of yesterday! What a party! There were no tears this year, however, there was lots of squealing and laughter. Too fun. Thank you friends for sharing in on what was such a special day for the girls. I can't imagine what "The Magic Kingdom" is going to be like.......<br /><br />Note: Yes, I made the princess cakes....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB6jfLHEe6CbOFA3tDROERIupW_0OnSwUJeiqQk4alt-FT3WZfEffcKSydbDjKQaQpZ8PXUeIoAQvQ_WzQWfclVgnEhEAQryN0Egd8_VAFDJgVwzq_8GWFwt72SNO_myaqJKX/s1600-h/Katie+and+Abbey%27s+4th+birthday+party+056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB6jfLHEe6CbOFA3tDROERIupW_0OnSwUJeiqQk4alt-FT3WZfEffcKSydbDjKQaQpZ8PXUeIoAQvQ_WzQWfclVgnEhEAQryN0Egd8_VAFDJgVwzq_8GWFwt72SNO_myaqJKX/s400/Katie+and+Abbey%27s+4th+birthday+party+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350009876199436082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGU_k8cEci-Is08TGPtlcD1HrIqXis89csl4gimsphyphenhyphenrZun3LBnSqpyw-L3h_zelr8xDMTjgwW0JjLSLiX9i0ftc5gF-fBtrZ4BwvnEwAz68cYfjQoZrALLhHhFf56eV5hFlPe/s1600-h/Katie+and+Abbey%27s+4th+birthday+party+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349252784299762450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcm1iH7GypbYKBr1_BjZ11puhlVIl8LBTHIIMmeVolXRPzOlxGMXbuVLVOlLL_no2N4_Y5TWjx2IAQy258NC5msLuHmU-begOpAb4Q4eHcRGYTup7co1TRRPzdz6YJCvKImvec/s400/Abbey+and+Katie+turn+4+-+June+16,+2009+320.JPG" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I still can't believe you are four years old. OMG - how did that happen?!?! I never imagined that I'd be wonderng where the time went or how we could stop time. I know I've said it before, but I wish we could just slow it down for a minute! Honest to G-d, I am so glad that I am no longer working!! I love every minute that we spend together and love listening to you girls as you shatter about laughing and asking "silly" questions...</div><br /><div></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>I made a <em>very</em> special birthday dinner on Tuesday, however, we're celebrating their birthday tomorrow with a big party! Code for food, friends, presents, and of course cake! Mommyy made all the cakes (four!!!). They are so cute and I know the chickies will love them. Everything these days is "Cinda-brella" - you can see where this is going! I will post pictures, but after the party....Here are a few pictures of the chickies for those of you who need your "fix". They are the cutests in the land, and as sweet as pie! Enjoy....... </div><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349258682628633170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuR1LSgsyPu9fY2HOrGD5gVOBXFp9wZjRBJuIRPVJYhNQlJDupuRMmm2L9n43wR7QLjw44oA2xJPeGCSpke9oeabJ0Vu-OthvKhtv7XsgY7hTTI830BhSZRKyUrDFFrVLgYQUH/s400/Abbey+and+Katie+June+15,+2009+053.JPG" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349257434428227682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aMOLgmzoF14SIVKeW-vJjC-wqi4dgxf47sDYQfTzYXNHQU5nuWfiuvlGukK69QFRM82ACfm823BCWLcqjysIe-OFfpLBndFZjyaJufw23Ju7ccG9kO2DcGBScRy4ZyQiXEvK/s400/Abbey+and+Katie+June+15,+2009+028.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; 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DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349248133991592978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97WfWluSl4LSdtSEikykVCtUcpAxUDTCQgSsHlhkqg_l2yTmpPv0kV-SD1Z95Tff3urXM_1MVPWmE8ib_MTAPq8gs_nveuL6-S6v_8K7nJmocsFw9p1cferXr-_yl_tjOdfIX/s400/Abbey+and+Katie%27s+Cinderella+Cakes!+006-2.JPG" /></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-89900220707513523432009-06-15T23:56:00.005-05:002009-06-16T00:27:31.828-05:009 and still going strong.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_diQu-aqo-4EAoCpjrjChB3a9xKw3qxn3r7DP7vCMx1k-5ez7bmhEbhCC46t5IfepE1QcfYtXGZOvnj3Ka4Q_gaLsYM-_knUzg-sQi-rSV2IunIHcq0O4hOUhvDYxy3ScC31/s1600-h/DSC03490.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347791185153562050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_diQu-aqo-4EAoCpjrjChB3a9xKw3qxn3r7DP7vCMx1k-5ez7bmhEbhCC46t5IfepE1QcfYtXGZOvnj3Ka4Q_gaLsYM-_knUzg-sQi-rSV2IunIHcq0O4hOUhvDYxy3ScC31/s400/DSC03490.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAoOmiC13MMDgYTh4HtRbo-VXVJcr0RbEFR-jfN0xnnssHf7Ad_mySQSC4gNeq2u4fRrW8XxaBzh2gldAG3Ny3WhP8R8oFLbLgfCOAlETOzCYfFmOIqKcju2KfIrtuN7Q1F7G/s1600-h/Rony+and+Jeff%27s+9th+Anniversary+-+with+cake+made+by+Rony!+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347786272002554290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAoOmiC13MMDgYTh4HtRbo-VXVJcr0RbEFR-jfN0xnnssHf7Ad_mySQSC4gNeq2u4fRrW8XxaBzh2gldAG3Ny3WhP8R8oFLbLgfCOAlETOzCYfFmOIqKcju2KfIrtuN7Q1F7G/s400/Rony+and+Jeff%27s+9th+Anniversary+-+with+cake+made+by+Rony!+002.JPG" /></a> <div><br /><div>We celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary May 27th. Wow. It seems like yesterday we were <strike>bed hopping </strike>"sneaking" around trying to keep our relationship a secret. Funny - I think we both were subconsciously aware of the age difference. AND, rightfully so. He was a mere 26 when we started dating - he seemed sooo young! He was young. He still IS young! Well, babe - I hope you know it is no longer a secret how crazy I am for you! You are all I need. You are all I want. You have made my life so much more than complete. Here's to many, many more baby! I love you. </div><div> </div><div>YES, I made the cake!!!! </div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-67203169675360605032009-06-12T10:34:00.013-05:002009-06-13T22:15:50.185-05:00Where does the time go??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1kmuC61M4odVzb-RK0TKlPotNNelkhUxQ0dXB_Ftz66yja3xgsOiPqdX4W9iPQTxNwou_MZlAPZOvopmpYx2JAUJsgMrRG7iIm5W07OG5HAIL3KMI1BJ6MbCWKIanObuQdBg/s1600-h/Cakes+and+pictures+for+Rony%27s+class+June+2009+206.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347013613303096946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1kmuC61M4odVzb-RK0TKlPotNNelkhUxQ0dXB_Ftz66yja3xgsOiPqdX4W9iPQTxNwou_MZlAPZOvopmpYx2JAUJsgMrRG7iIm5W07OG5HAIL3KMI1BJ6MbCWKIanObuQdBg/s400/Cakes+and+pictures+for+Rony%27s+class+June+2009+206.JPG" /></a><br />The girls will be turning 4 years old in just a matter of days and I honestly don't know where the time has gone. Part of me is really sad, but at the same time so happy for all they have accomplished in their short little lives. They are little girls now and with very big expressions and big vocabularies. They are so happy and such sweet little girls - most of the time. :) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347012891839498882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEARmE7eOsFunb0JQTrhQMASH-J3yJ8Q2K5Y2SeFZIDPQiLipq7lcapOgJdaEnb0ttTR2CsD9aLD3igTzN9aXNyH2pKjegpRkws3Cj4yqcY2TNj1Lh3I7aEyFjv2KoG1KQDAH/s400/Cakes+and+pictures+for+Rony%27s+class+June+2009+035.JPG" /><br /><br />They like structure and they like to "help" although, as we all know sometimes it would be easier to do ourselves. BUT, I let them help as it gives them a sense of accomplishment, and builds self esteem. Plus, we all have responsibilities and chores to do daily in our house! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347010934400973090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxn-N5uR9AgDQnAEJVQKUwIUjgTGUdmFpvFTpGNnGP3aLMJg18yVBLz9In5QpqzJpaBr-5Z0oT4BPhXsK35Jx2KfZlZ4E6jwWo-dsxJMCXgiYTEu3w2-nh-XWebjf3nXAKiE0/s400/Cakes+and+pictures+for+Rony%27s+class+June+2009+016.JPG" /><br /><br />I was hesitant to sign them up for the million activities that were available to them, however, I finally <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conceded</span>. Instead of signing them up for one of those quasi <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gymnastics</span> classes I signed them up for an Olympic training school for gymnasts! Might as well prepare them for their future. ha ha. Their coaches are past Russian Olympic Gold Medalists and are awesome. No more than six kids per class, luckily there have been no more than four in the girls class! The chicks are gaining so much confidence with each passing week. They can scale, straddle jump, pike somersault, lunge, and are working on somersaults on the beam. AND we will be starting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-school in the fall. I can honestly say we're ready! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346649207591608418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwy6TvNyXU_Vwviyjle7cr1W0qlgTBZIOIZfr_kOJjJmPpjttgLYR0klydx-Wu75bZUCCKf-aj7xiQuxx-2psKyoaJeQdlxDFN2TXUFcJ6sLPlvhVEw6l5ym08pgSDFDRdJe90/s400/DSC04167.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346648729585236626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsk-0r4Z9cMVtj7rRjpC-WIdCrh9IA4AULkzruh3Ncnfb1SCls8jY-aeS4SFrfmVX_9oFk1fvY49XCDPi5C5dI3Zhe0m9HIxFOgWj57svnbYR3IuI9raSnMDKZRhW1Y7WoCjc/s400/Mommy's+cooks!+012.JPG" /><br />A typical day in our house:<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><ul><li>Chicks get up. 7:30-8:30am - they have always been great sleepers!<br /></li><li>Go to the potty AND wash the hands</li><br /><li>Come kiss mommy and daddy! Nothing sweeter than waking-up with those piercing black eyes starring at me!!!</li><br /><li>Make their bed - have been doing this since they moved into their twin beds at 3 years old!</li><br /><li>Get dressed - put <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span> away<br /></li><li>Brush their teeth- as they chant "we don't want holes in our teeth"! </li><br /><li>Girls set and clear the table after dinner - daddy cleans up. :)<br /></li><li>We spend one day a week at Costco circling the food carts - we call it "lunch"! </li><li></li><li>No week is complete w/out a trip to Target or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kohl's</span>! </li><li></li><li>Gymnastic class Tuesday<br /></li><li>Library - Thursday</li><br /><li>Mommy is walking 5 days a week minimum of 2 miles and so are the chicks<br /></li><li>Girls load and unload the dishwasher. Unfortunately, for them - they can only put away the silverware and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Tupperware</span>. Everything else to high. So they stack everything on the counter and we put away<br /></li><li>They LOVE to help with the wash. I do have to keep an eye that the "reds" aren't going in with the "whites"! </li><li></li><li>They insist on helping fold clothes. If you see me and I'm a wrinkled mess, you know why!<br /></li><li>Washing the car is their favorite thing although, I have to keep an eye - they usually water the flowers to their death....:)</li><br /><li>They put ALL their toys away before bed. - They know if they don't MOMMY will handle the situation. No amnesty....<br /></li><li>Bedtime, dirty clothes in the hamper, teeth brushed, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span> on<br /></li><li>Good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">behavior</span> for the day calls for a reward of mommy reading a book before lights out and mega kisses from mommy and daddy! </li></ul><p>Awesome little girls! Lucky me. Lucky us!!</p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>For those <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inquiring</span> about Mr. Man - <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">still</span> no news, he's headed BACK to NYC this weekend...going to swallow a camera so they can take pictures of his insides.....should be interesting. I'll keep you posted. Thank you for your concern. :)</strong></span></p><p></p><p> </p></div></div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-60713311770682849142009-06-06T14:19:00.007-05:002009-06-06T22:31:57.475-05:0045 lessons life taught me..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lEWna5YvH-RY-GaBu6GeSoz9DSRZxM1ahWrNTamBR1pagPbaU9EpLAbdto0jwIKARQRl8ByYmVoDikWh5WR0vcDdF3p6PNtMUoehaP0z8hKXhWq2RBScW2ZxmfT-it4zfij5/s1600-h/one_person_the_world.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lEWna5YvH-RY-GaBu6GeSoz9DSRZxM1ahWrNTamBR1pagPbaU9EpLAbdto0jwIKARQRl8ByYmVoDikWh5WR0vcDdF3p6PNtMUoehaP0z8hKXhWq2RBScW2ZxmfT-it4zfij5/s400/one_person_the_world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344423133396469474" border="0" /></a><br /><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0cm 3.75pt; width: 589.5pt;" valign="top" width="786"><div> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >I had a really great therapy session this morning. Yes, I have a therapist now and love it!!! They listen to you when no one else will. I'm learning not only how to process some of my "issues", but also how to take time to enjoy life. Smell the roses if you will. Anyway, I came across something a very, very, dear friend of mine sent me not to long ago. For whatever reason the words came to life today. Please enjoy the message. I know I did. <span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you, love. </span><br /></span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div> </div><div> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >1. Life isn't fair,</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" > </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >but it's still good. - </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">No complaints here...</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"></span></span><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >2. When in doubt, just take the next small step. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">You may still fall - but that's ok</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I don't hate - I may dislike though...</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=""><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will. Stay in touch. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I feel more than blessed to have such great friends who I can count on!</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >5. Pay off your credit cards every month. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Always....</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">How dull a world if we were all alike!!!</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Therapist is paid to cry with me..... </span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"> I do too! </span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Agree! </span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I request it not be brought in the house....I love chocolate and so do my thighs!</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I did that a long time ago....the past</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" > IS </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">the past - I'm not ashamed</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">!!</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >12. It's OK to let your children see you cry. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">:)</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >13. Don't compare your life to others.</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" > </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >You have no idea what their journey is all about. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">The window dressing may not be what it's cracked up to be.</span></span><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Relationships are a two way street. IF you want it meet me half way great. IF not - I get it....</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I wish he would - I would love a little insight on the housing market! </span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> I'm learning this daily......</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful,</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" > </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >beautiful or joyful. </span></span></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Done....</span></span></span><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Abbey is working this one!</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My life is complete. </span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> I'm finding that out....</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">EVERYDAY is special! </span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >22. Over prepare, then go with the flow. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm a planner....</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, I probably WON'T ever be wearing purple (ick!) but.....I fly my freak flag.</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >24. The most important sex organ is the brain. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Ummm, I'm still questioning this one.....ha ha.</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">YES, YES, YES!</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?' </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"> I like it!</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >27. Always choose life. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Life is good.</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >28. Forgive everyone everything. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Working on this one.....</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >29. What other people think of you is none of your business. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Note: I could care less what anyone thinks of me. Get a life!</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time. </span></b><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Still waiting....</span></span><b><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">See 30..</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't..</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >33. Believe in miracles. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I have three....</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I don't feel the need to "buy" myself into heaven, although, I don't really believe in heaven. I do, however, like who I am.</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span></div></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I'm an active participant daily.</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Soo true.</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >37. Your children get only one childhood. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">I hope it is the happiest ever - not one filled with material possessions, but, a love like no other.</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">With.Every.Breath.I.Take.</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere. </span></span></b><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;">Life is a journey to be enjoyed.</span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's,we'd grab ours back. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I have no complainst. My life is charmed!</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I.DO and so much more!!!</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >42. The best is yet to come. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I can't wait.</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Agree!</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >44. Yield. </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Pay it forward.</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift." </span></span></b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Life is a treasure.</span></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" ><br /></span></span></b></div> </div> </td></tr></tbody></table> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >Remember that I will always share my spoon with you!</span></span></b></div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <div><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span> </div> </div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" >Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio</span></span></b></div> <div class="aol_ad_footer" id="5aeaf5efb3bcf4a55711b3a2a5537b01"><br /></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-2799397029223691462009-05-31T23:04:00.004-05:002009-05-31T23:12:50.046-05:00Yes I can!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoq57hIJlWf4cbM-e_Ux6kYPdA-OfQIKSwT0K7tGukbPlt407cotlLHlrgVCqbozim1cB23eikzQvAO9wyCWXXrwYKYJKzTvsQYG9HlgY_sVvtn5Hb_NdOT8kN123xnMPOXGf/s1600-h/A!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342206199726583586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoq57hIJlWf4cbM-e_Ux6kYPdA-OfQIKSwT0K7tGukbPlt407cotlLHlrgVCqbozim1cB23eikzQvAO9wyCWXXrwYKYJKzTvsQYG9HlgY_sVvtn5Hb_NdOT8kN123xnMPOXGf/s400/A!.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>That's right - finished my final and I got an "A". Oh, but it felt good. I worried and fretted the entire semester about my grade, but boy did it pay off. I'm taking two classes this summer, photography because I take crap pictures, and a wellness class...well...it's obvious, my arse has morphed into something I know longer know. AND, worse it keeps following me around like a stalker! Stay tuned for the transformation......</div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-22536076690387802282009-05-18T21:04:00.008-05:002009-05-18T21:13:24.340-05:00Let them eat cake!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7CVBDOxHzu1NwQLgHbmUE9uw7ik9RIZwenWUmmMDftbuv44kvaNujEYhDuU6F04nB2WKr2z7P_9eclwoYgkwonIJi1dz6mKLJdYXlCOta-Qes3A2-Zq0zPDiGqcRUvIpWEZV/s1600-h/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337351170704710658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7CVBDOxHzu1NwQLgHbmUE9uw7ik9RIZwenWUmmMDftbuv44kvaNujEYhDuU6F04nB2WKr2z7P_9eclwoYgkwonIJi1dz6mKLJdYXlCOta-Qes3A2-Zq0zPDiGqcRUvIpWEZV/s400/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /></a> My first fondant cake!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkocYD3ifRSFcfOJCrxUx6BJtsYYAfT2c-Xq8oIe90M9yEjz2fopseUsJ7BfVr0Xdp_dJmu5LMbKyQlYYLVqSxAFuI8z_CMmcSP2yFzPkko8KXB00Bt72yJYU1MiaOMWTCS5w/s1600-h/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350860813142402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkocYD3ifRSFcfOJCrxUx6BJtsYYAfT2c-Xq8oIe90M9yEjz2fopseUsJ7BfVr0Xdp_dJmu5LMbKyQlYYLVqSxAFuI8z_CMmcSP2yFzPkko8KXB00Bt72yJYU1MiaOMWTCS5w/s400/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2usr6MxZ1rvgqYTxf8VEiaSOcHpeGsEDXTN2ttkmOEA-APEVI4G0DZNTp4Hjk9ja8gC4Lk4rQ58hL0DXJjRr-J_53b8i_i4bFpVmS4dEYJJYK-2CETBI6YEhdgc9KcTeuXje5/s1600-h/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350669847293138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2usr6MxZ1rvgqYTxf8VEiaSOcHpeGsEDXTN2ttkmOEA-APEVI4G0DZNTp4Hjk9ja8gC4Lk4rQ58hL0DXJjRr-J_53b8i_i4bFpVmS4dEYJJYK-2CETBI6YEhdgc9KcTeuXje5/s400/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdL155JEgeioScF2mVXK_2oSumTeVFsr_w5Yd5ATWrjX4oo69HYp3vDOXjYqOa6uFpTCHAysCFEwijSuzgbVcqoX9FLUVmIphcSP2JnGpuLjVpvSr-HjTMvm9lRcirD4xKmuV/s1600-h/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350484169058226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdL155JEgeioScF2mVXK_2oSumTeVFsr_w5Yd5ATWrjX4oo69HYp3vDOXjYqOa6uFpTCHAysCFEwijSuzgbVcqoX9FLUVmIphcSP2JnGpuLjVpvSr-HjTMvm9lRcirD4xKmuV/s400/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2uacThBd8eD3eqy3fVyhGrE8CYOIrGlGUE3RuIDaT9Kblv96r0bx4CNDCJr8ot8XNWc2vJYzf5NtBtH-xAQNuyH_K4O_NneXwR-HUyPzQsZCKL02PuEnh2Rh1Xap2zXcAScN/s1600-h/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350312731982850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2uacThBd8eD3eqy3fVyhGrE8CYOIrGlGUE3RuIDaT9Kblv96r0bx4CNDCJr8ot8XNWc2vJYzf5NtBtH-xAQNuyH_K4O_NneXwR-HUyPzQsZCKL02PuEnh2Rh1Xap2zXcAScN/s400/First+fondant+cake+April+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I surprised my neighbor and gave her the cake! G-d knows, we don't need the temptation.</div></div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-84008451380869889292009-05-10T22:56:00.007-05:002009-05-10T23:18:04.474-05:00The Who, why, what's...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xr5QD6omaxUb1h_1RnuYuelH6g5_Fw7TzPQKIetAuV22KIuQl2EdOm7z0QrMExt_r7OHBppChscIDOGl-3mfIQ4egmHaml0F6VnoJMgqiAJIs45r9tAgwaoUutRmG-h1DY1_/s1600-h/Clouds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334414413980113634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xr5QD6omaxUb1h_1RnuYuelH6g5_Fw7TzPQKIetAuV22KIuQl2EdOm7z0QrMExt_r7OHBppChscIDOGl-3mfIQ4egmHaml0F6VnoJMgqiAJIs45r9tAgwaoUutRmG-h1DY1_/s400/Clouds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>It is so hard for me to believe we have been a family for three years. I don't know where the time has gone. I just want to freeze it for a moment so that I can savor every moment. The chicks are growing in leaps and bounds. I am constantly amazed with the things they say. They make me so laugh, but they make me so proud to be their mommy. They are going through the "who" stage now and as you can imagine, it's a riot! This is our conversation the other day in the car...</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Abbey: "Mommy, who made the dishwasher"?<br /></div><div>Me: "The dishwasher maker".</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Abbey: Giggling.... "Mommy, did you make our house"?</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Me: "Yes, your daddy and I helped design our home".</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Abbey: "Mommy, who made the car"?!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Me: "The auto makers".<br /><br /></div><div>Abbey: "Mommy, who made the clouds"? </div><div><br /> </div><div>Me: "What"? I've known this one was eventually going to come up....</div><div></div><br /><div>Abbey: "<strong>I said</strong> (<em>pushing little thing</em>...) <strong>who</strong> made the clouds"? </div><div><br /> </div><div>Me: "Um, well, G-d made the clouds - even though you can't see him"......oh dear this is tough. </div><div><br /> </div><div>Abbey: "What you saying mommy"?!?! </div><div><br /> </div><div>Me: Laughing! "Yeah, I know Abbey - it's a <strong>BIG</strong> story"! Thinking to myself...I think it's time to put the girls in synagouge. <em>It's.Time!</em></div><div><em></em></div><br /><br /><div><em>We met with Rabbi Michael on Friday to discuss pre-school in the fall. It's a start......</em> </div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-65488167820431902972009-04-30T21:30:00.013-05:002009-05-02T11:18:55.033-05:00Doctor, Doctor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtIPqS_hDGeI9nHUI_tAFGsvDzUISUqSWRyUn3gcWVzH99hF9J0RgWKHuuSD4373C697hLz9ckfaEg4NdSAqrU0Gt78Rn7_WHrclw7MRrR_o7PUCjHKD-CGroZwZryfZYhoOAW/s1600-h/HOT+DOC%27S.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331080143928819890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtIPqS_hDGeI9nHUI_tAFGsvDzUISUqSWRyUn3gcWVzH99hF9J0RgWKHuuSD4373C697hLz9ckfaEg4NdSAqrU0Gt78Rn7_WHrclw7MRrR_o7PUCjHKD-CGroZwZryfZYhoOAW/s400/HOT+DOC%27S.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>I'm overwhelmed by the kind emails and phone calls regarding <em>my</em> "Mr. Man". We received word from the specialist today that he will be going back to NYC for yet MORE test! They found some "abnormalities" and will be doing more invasive testing. Looks like he has a "date" with the specialist Memorial Day weekend - our 9th wedding anniversary. I've got to figure a way so that I can be there with him. I hate that he will be 5 hours from home with no family by his side.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>BTW - We know that Mr. Man does NOT have the following illness':</strong></span></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><em>Chrones disease</em></div><div><em>Cholitis</em></div><div><em>Pancreatic cancer</em></div><div><em>Kidney stones</em></div><div><em>Gal stones</em></div><div><em>Ulcer</em></div><div><em>Colin cancer</em></div><div><em>Celaic disease</em><br /></div><div><br />Nana flew in yesterday to help out and to give me a much needed break! She has been a blessing. <strong><em>A.Blessing</em></strong>. She volunteered to watch the chickies today so that I could get outta the house for a while. Not only did the girls love playing with Nana, but she showered them with gifts and fun! They spent part of the morning putting puzzles together and coloring. If that wasn't enough Nana cooked a delicious dinner (yum-mee) AND then watched the little people so that I could go to my cake class. Mr. Man had an appointment with his stylist.... I hope she knows how much we appreciate her help! Tomorrws agenda - much needed make-over for Insane Mommy... stay tuned...</div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-78946837607381267782009-04-26T12:48:00.018-05:002009-04-28T17:09:25.116-05:00A little German flavor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSr3KoemsBYH6QXvWVK4TQT2gym0aXg2k1tA54EVDJHBF1V9JOAFYD5jVzYyjSKAgQ0CqYQpHr7uaWhru5UoKw1DhI0UO4M7422jJ_ENKSkm7BnBThCy-eARKiMbmVCbzpRWBr/s1600-h/DSC03666.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329063854170811346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSr3KoemsBYH6QXvWVK4TQT2gym0aXg2k1tA54EVDJHBF1V9JOAFYD5jVzYyjSKAgQ0CqYQpHr7uaWhru5UoKw1DhI0UO4M7422jJ_ENKSkm7BnBThCy-eARKiMbmVCbzpRWBr/s400/DSC03666.JPG" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Some women spend their days at the spa or shopping, but me - I spend mine in the kitchen. I am a mans dream and I'm not talking "wet-dream"! I promise you Mr. Man is going no where anytime soon -- why would he - he's fed better than what you get in most restaurants!
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<br />Since getting laid-off in February I have re-discovered my first love - THE KITCHEN!! I've been busy trying out new recipes. Now if I could only put my "apron" idea together I'd have myself a great little niche business.
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<br />I discovered this recipe <a href="http://thewouldbechef.com/2009/03/03/recipe-spatzle-with-parmesan-and-parsley/">at the would be chef </a>while searching for some "comfort" food and had to share. It was a hit with my family, but then, most is.....
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<br />If you've never made home-made egg noodles this is fool proof! EASY. Try it.
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<br /><h2><a href="http://thewouldbechef.com/2009/03/03/recipe-spatzle-with-parmesan-and-parsley/">Recipe - Spätzle with Parmesan and Parsley</a></h2><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Ingredients:</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">1/2 cup cold water</li><li class="MsoNormal">1 3/4 cups flour, plus extra for kneading</li><li class="MsoNormal">2 eggs</li><li class="MsoNormal">1 teaspoon salt</li><li class="MsoNormal">3 quarts low sodium chicken stock</li><li class="MsoNormal">3 tablespoons butter</li><li class="MsoNormal">1 teaspoon minced garlic</li><li class="MsoNormal">2 teaspoons fresh chopped flat-leaf parsley</li><li class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons finely grated Parmesan, plus extra for garnish</li><li class="MsoNormal">Salt and pepper to taste </li></ul><p><b>Preparation:</b>
<br />1. In a medium bowl, combine water, flour, eggs and salt with a wooden spoon. Place dough mixture on a clean cutting board. Flour both sides of the dough and roll into a long rectangle, approximately 12 by 2-inches and 1/8-inch thick. With pizza cutter, cut into strips, 2-inches in length and 1/4-inch</p><p>wide.</p><p>2. Bring chicken stock to a boil in a large saucepan. Fill a large bowl with ice water. Drop spätzle in batches into boiling stock and cook until pasta floats to the surface. Remove and immediately transfer to the ice bath. Drain spätzle and hold on sheet pan. Continue with the other batches.</p><p>3. Once you’ve completed the cooking, in a medium saute pan, add butter, and melt over medium heat until butter turns a light brown. Add garlic and cook until it becomes lightly colored. Add spätzle to the pan to heat through. Add parsley, cheese, salt and pepper, to taste.</p><p>This is not only excellent; very it’s really wonderful, very filling and is pretty simple. If y</p><p>ou’ve never made your own noodles, this is a great dish to give it a go.</p><p>Servings: 4. Double for bigger eaters....</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczemfxZfNf3JXBi4GtGp7csyr4Zwk0MZyvZ_cQthOgcxz4s1P05fBxsdQFLxCWBJq9aYx-w_FrkOKjMoFB0v1LI5Qg7PgKw3dy9Rw7Xcc6S0-TeDrhr8dSCHyNT97I9s_fOsX/s1600-h/DSC03665.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329060115506596066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczemfxZfNf3JXBi4GtGp7csyr4Zwk0MZyvZ_cQthOgcxz4s1P05fBxsdQFLxCWBJq9aYx-w_FrkOKjMoFB0v1LI5Qg7PgKw3dy9Rw7Xcc6S0-TeDrhr8dSCHyNT97I9s_fOsX/s400/DSC03665.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>
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<br />insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-78494652096262060602009-04-15T22:10:00.007-05:002009-04-19T12:32:25.271-05:00We love you daddy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsY1nSjR4qj5vYm6bshFrxUNpQtDtsgyfJhHsGwk8hXncTex6oadDswCuE820Jil30nI1VrzioWLWaFr_BdL-lXSt0dBvXydkLcz892alfk03vLVLIpC5PrDlCVEbDNm1XaAC7/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325166349080029538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsY1nSjR4qj5vYm6bshFrxUNpQtDtsgyfJhHsGwk8hXncTex6oadDswCuE820Jil30nI1VrzioWLWaFr_BdL-lXSt0dBvXydkLcz892alfk03vLVLIpC5PrDlCVEbDNm1XaAC7/s400/DSC03475.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div>Mr. Man left today for NYC. He's had some health issues since last summer. The specialists in DC have run one test after another and still have not uncovered the problem. There solution - yank his gal bladder, although there is nothing wrong with it. Thank G-d Mr. Man has some connections in the medical field. He called one of his buddies he grew up with, who just happens to be a surgeon in NYC. Long story short, Dr. Mike hooked Mr. Man up with the top Gastronologist in the city - tomorrow! I'm glad he is being well cared for, but I'm a little worried. There was the mention of the "C" word. </div><div></div><br /><br /><div>We're gonna miss you daddy, but we're hopeful that they're gonna find out what's making your belly hurt. We love you daddy.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Update: Good news! Although we still do not know what the cause of Mr. Man's illness is, we do, however, know that it is NOT Cancer! That was the best news. He leaves on Sunday for additional tests in NYC.....we're confidant that they will find out what's causing him so much pain.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">We also are lucky that he has such a great friend who took an interest in his well-being - thank you Dr. Mike for not only taking care of him, but opening up your gorgeous home and making him feel right at home. Just like old times....</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325164469027692338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiATJSjH8k09-NHzpRTRqYGc1TMrGnXHjzprtr9TltUJsq84PKWm5Ne-9K2KpXM_HCYtQU-A2PrxiQ3lif7WfXmgQKRQR2Fb1CApofUGeyytntlGQkALwoT48yHK5RJaI1gzL4/s400/DSC03626.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-50172222005497542472009-04-10T21:13:00.007-05:002009-04-10T21:23:39.827-05:00What's for dinner?<div><div><div><div><div>A little Asian Princess too cute for words......I promise you - the strainer was washed <em><strong>before</strong></em> she put it on her head! G-d.Do.I.Love.Her!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323253340317967538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUkd3QOJimidtTMPqY3e7ABz2ivI4gq3z86S8zGru4iEtp4cFPr5QTGuB8v6LtSMdyRMhm6RFwaffQ5Cg4OjyL6oAsjMe1Kslgsw-I5H0D-GPlnezmSUd2Y3jvYXQc1wUMpw9/s400/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323253191059485602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEFy-YWpdDbYWRUhEtVTXROifshLm9v0GCREFQhg-oV6WBUaeLohkR9-hV2aBcZUYT0Ss9vAuKCBFHNfJE6dtQX1Q7icYd5amPfuvZqP1H1e7LXT3N9PDA6te1cfJlWqPgtSl/s400/DSC03518.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323252324742391938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5EhI9QbI5PSRRBK816HTUYg6s9c_aUqoQSkl1I5gUUZ3W3QGSMl_a2t7A3vywFeeF-I4FUrD_t-oZ94npEQjBaM1CPCxcvZmjf16MobzvmpcSfC9bPilQmbEJZiAqjbOS18o/s400/DSC03517.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323251752905922402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33G3D0sIZLCAF80D1N8SMLdfCGKHyPjYHAJJtLcIbhj-nYCvgaI2UF8gUokX4u6sFWsj6_8STVl7dcMrDNzDDWo2hb1xDU8h0fnG_LpKI0IbUNdsqjzVxVFYy6JxQQ3jxhtcn/s400/DSC03523.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323251988927971074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxOGLM-bZAA8aB_QT2tk-rwbPRG1Pe8ad3MskEyarAXnzG4ZDsZPPNxnrkFHLARVxk_bbSdbUvmwUdDGjMyWKM4Qv4Gn5aNiC90I_0S8DtZ5gVyGq3TFBNEFO69eOaCQUOE-a/s400/DSC03520.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-64968449860191906262009-04-06T00:06:00.011-05:002009-04-06T00:44:03.311-05:00The easter bunny comes to town!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgCicuZ3-NyUJDdbNWYr4PH6SJPwLJCy6rXHo1w5fF059wX2jzGttnNh6KU_ZI_gQyW5zwWuZppbkfO4w-V38a5hXhKbT37V_-sOxNEUdjvBmxH6dfxruV3zfGcg9tTeSGsHJ/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321448344317976626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgCicuZ3-NyUJDdbNWYr4PH6SJPwLJCy6rXHo1w5fF059wX2jzGttnNh6KU_ZI_gQyW5zwWuZppbkfO4w-V38a5hXhKbT37V_-sOxNEUdjvBmxH6dfxruV3zfGcg9tTeSGsHJ/s400/DSC03434.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div>You can't fool my little chickies. This was their first time meeting the Easter bunny and boy were they excited, but I didn't expect to hear the following. Too damn funny.<br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Katie: "Mommy, that is NOT the Easter bunny".<br /></div><div></div><br /><div>Me: "Ummm, sure it is baby". </div><div><br /> </div></div><div><div>Katie: "No, no mommy, bunnies don't have hands"! </div><div><br />Me: stifling a giggle "What"?</div><div> </div><div>Katie: Bunnies don't have hands, and mommy, they don't talk! There's a man in there"!! </div><br /><div>Me: "Ha ha ha - oh Katie, you're too smart for your own good"!<br /><br /></div><br /><div>Bunny: Running off all scared.......<br /><br /></div><div>Needless to say the other children who were listening looked at her like she were the crazy one. She ain't crazy! She's my girl!!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321447819485431634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnheQU_39IbNgzAaF0mMvvSBCf0C4eqkGNH1IDVr6KctLjEAqiP6IYpEhm1cFWMHAazuOXA6tmf9mkHyu7UiavS_RT85Ih1j6K8L4A1eBMMzYnpmdnwU9EveIrCP6laASN-Gl/s400/DSC03430.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321446857690065426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D0rnI1g7n0Rh7aqBZwrlqko4alp3xYuaad5dGdJFEvQdFlC5DPOWnnOhF_4lOU7On1ySX-GJvfEaOOxVkDgAAN4yq8h_I3a0_V5p4YA2QK2UoNPNuNfdmox-knLVt1m6BUaB/s400/DSC03437.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321446393227833314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvT2Uk5luuA_zhcisru8BhQ3CFtHwv2n_RSIXDop3SjRvxGxw4H0_MHjnKCz8K7pIfjx-5NcjKRNcgGrzwY2FA71IDEi6U-7J8GDGqIgTyw79wHYJ62IEiZ9o0r97bxl5b45N/s400/DSC03438.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321446604486058930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVd2ZR6CsmoZ9bgvKo9-w9NFSIAd2AD11nxzGaBZuuAmxqdywBnzyCFMKXLSQba4J7j5Qm7xPS1CKEqFJhN7cSDa-AjTqzEvJ3jlrdgRWrwMKAGyp-_x3n9gVLUfpgNQ3D33nY/s400/DSC03446.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321444116279760450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-z1Szp5pDXc-4wp-PGTVxixcoVonbcQ7sr24bk6_gN6v1tvmQDd_dHkNI1qkNS1a8C9UhbtbEvO7vK_gY0TKuDIDPCsdCSfFWg7lmKNbpN2s97ZM-p93VxSfu0gO7eKaFUxy/s400/DSC03447.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321443750324335314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7DPHlQULnJs1cWq5jcWGw1zTsiYeJkNKF_aWHFuITauOAew6Xh9i6vrNrkcHwjnVtLVhSMqGRkXNYgFX_Ic0u5EJEQKkL6P_8zJN2H6Dw8ri2q6q7X84BUvjlqTxBtKEYvdu/s400/DSC03452.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-47687448079429605762009-03-28T15:09:00.018-05:002009-03-28T16:07:12.029-05:00What's cooking?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_eY8H9-yptwGAuxF4nzIinJP7bCrYNb_2_e4mR54qv-Oev88QJwP4C1qDB_IaHs3oUTcI1TUkYOkXIRweC-6stjIPGyhtUPlAF9dhc4PrXVIMt5VLvuHNjm7KZVNhcuODv03/s1600-h/Hot+chef.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318344183459063314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_eY8H9-yptwGAuxF4nzIinJP7bCrYNb_2_e4mR54qv-Oev88QJwP4C1qDB_IaHs3oUTcI1TUkYOkXIRweC-6stjIPGyhtUPlAF9dhc4PrXVIMt5VLvuHNjm7KZVNhcuODv03/s400/Hot+chef.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <br /><div><div><div><div> Dinner at our house these days are anything but bland. See below for one of "Insane Mommy's" many creations..... for a price I'll cook for you too and toss in a bennie or two! :)</div><div><br /> </div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><strong>Sunday's Menu:</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>Beef Wellington, buttered corn, fresh spring mix with home made sour cream and honey dressing.<br /></div><div><strong>Dessert:</strong> YES dessert shortbread cake with fresh strawberries AND whipped cream!<br /><br /></div><div>This meal is sure to impress your husband's boss - or your best friend! Total ecstasy! Serve with a gorgeous Cab and he'll buy you whatever you want! </div><div><br /> </div><div>Prep Time: 45 minutes<br /></div><div>Cook Time: 30 minutes<br /></div><div><strong>Ingredients:</strong></div><br /><div>2 filets mignon, 1-inch thick</div><div>2 sheets puff pastry - Peppridge Farm Puff Pastry</div><div>Salt and pepper to taste </div><div>1 Tbsp. unsalted butter</div><div>4 Tbsp. Mushroom Duxelles (recipe below)</div><div>1 egg +one table spoon water for egg wash<br /></div><div><strong>Preparation Beef Wellington:</strong><br /></div><div>This is so easy and does not require any real skill other than following directions. It does, however, involve some steps - which I've included a photo tutorial showing how to assemble. What could be easier?!<br /><br /></div><div>1. Thaw puff pastry according to package directions. - takes about 40 minutes.<br /></div><div>2. Filets are often irregular in shape, if yours are use a piece of kitchen twine to tie them into a round. - I did not have kitchen twine...should have checked my bedside table! </div><br /><div></div><div>3. Season filets generously with salt and pepper. - I use kosher or sea salt and salt moderately - flavor is so much better than iodized salt.</div><div></div><div>4. Pre-heat a medium (10-inch) non-stick skillet over medium heat. Add butter and swirl in pan to melt. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>5. Cook filets on both sides for about 3 minutes until well-browned, then brown the edges. Note: Regularly check the internal temperature of the filets, they should not be cooked past 120F at the center.*** Allow filets to cool, then wrap in plastic and chill for at least a couple of hours. In the meantime make the duxelles*. (pronounced dook-SEHL, is a finely chopped (minced) mixture of mushrooms, or mushroom stems, onions, shallots and herbs sauteed in butter and reduced to a paste).</div><div></div><br /><div>6. Heat oven to 400F. Whisk together egg and 1 tablespoon water (egg wash).<br /></div><div>7. Wrap the filets in puff pastry according to the steps below for Individual Beef Wellingtons. Brush with egg wash, and bake in center of oven until golden brown; about 30 minutes. ***Note: The filets are deliberately undercooked and then chilled to prevent them from overcooking in the final step. They should come out of the oven medium rare after the final baking. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318342657173587778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFUWVZr5WWqiNOWADTYYuPRIh7Ae9a5DQ24L0cLWp4pKzIrenbFAfjd9jxKoKJ0Ubvok9R1GqahFsaopDtCte3FVxBSPj0ZOxQwd9PYkOLBp6_DRmG9O2Nb8lSa9rQrKSE4jq/s400/DSC03113.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><strong>Ingredients for Mushroom Duxelles:</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div></div><div>1/2 lb.mushrooms (morels are great, but button mushrooms work)<br /></div><div>2 Tbsp. unsalted butter; divided<br /></div><div>3 Tbsp. finely chopped shallot. Salt and pepper to taste1/2 tsp. dried thyme or 1 1/2 Tbsp. fresh thyme leaves1/4 cup dry vermouth, sherry, or white wine - I used vermouth as I drank the white wine while prepping!<br /><br /></div><div><strong>Preparation for mushroom duxelle:</strong><br /></div><div>1. Finely chop mushrooms in a food processor. </div><div> </div><div>2. Scrape mushrooms out into a clean, cotton towel and wring out as much liquid as you can over the sink. I DID NOT DO THIS - and it turned out fine!<br /></div><div>3. Heat a large (10-inch) non-stick skillet over a burner set between medium and medium-high. </div><div> </div><div>4. Add 1 tablespoon butter and swirl to melt and avoid burning. </div><div> </div><div>5. Add mushrooms, shallots, a pinch of salt, a pinch of black pepper, and thyme. </div><div> </div><div>6. Cook, stirring frequently, until mushrooms appear dry and are beginning to brown; about 5 minutes. </div><div></div><br /><div>7. Stir in remaining tablespoon of butter, and, when melted, the vermouth.<br /></div><div>8. Cook, stirring frequently, until the vermouth has evaporated.<br /></div><div>9. Remove from heat and cool.Note: Duxelles freeze well, so although this recipe produces more than you need for two wellingtons, you can save the remainder for future use. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318342500115478370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAxCCp93xJoRTOubjGHvbqW5vkpRPpZDendYxIqFkGJqz26SAY7JWF3_u1H-3eB8WUQeh1ZeiRSCgmOMw8PGS5tzQtW-JN1tywqUSTbG6CZQcZeTr66l-qfqUfO1elMXE2SWL/s400/DSC03112.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318342352955132898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtUYM1s7rB64lZJUJ2ojNrV58s2zSXrQfiVZvTBq8p7oojtBhq9dJGAL35CgXgEA1Eneh-4dnoqfagC-bkJisrg9GNdzCn8grtFwSykaWuIY-BvassMv8_WrkO07MdT-tQ59Y/s400/DSC03110.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318342111010601074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOm_YmGy0C766bmuGKKzmdpcB1G1vtpo_SozpqT34sxdEMpGT8Dg6gtoYBBPkp-nl3ZTIhW0OKAD8IeA0GvooTBYuUCd-9xnyFOsq7IxVz67pFO9ldWrthptx1rPcgHgRI8Qz/s400/DSC03091.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341989935648466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-20BtaNpJzq1KQOQUtPbB491fAs9SlRqillxtnasNEsb-c3UxTQ4ASytigQ6hamSDwt0Hrk1la0h3vBcwMkLGkKEBI2OwMi8Aop0nIxjbSkBc1ETBubajkJfZPeT1yEMzCqeh/s400/DSC03090.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341858731960258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__HQG1Emwv1Z7pCJKhHXqhMNTX2eUYVtRGuaOaJPU7Gnz4-ICw-7mYBgRcBfcwiKwne6TGBZkGvrC3NzxP0XNGZYiv3ub1yAqDkyRbFpMYait3PhjFG8z8RqdyHJTpXok_2UR/s400/DSC03089.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341737143725378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lhRsmvmGOh4JI1qh9di6y5YWcZ-9iMvIADfAJy4d0g_nf23YpJ6_C24WZI85c93CXHul_t7UnfdS869Zv5icU0j7HhTR4SGmH_EbdrfnIBDwB6nTzWonEFCwB_XDMm8vsodM/s400/DSC03087.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341604316937202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKrZUovjz5o3cTzBfVaHCrzNYf0AdmFRVDYcGLZabYQZzbtSwaf_AHgHQYlfos-vsrtQutO-U9GRqPV_S3W36UUz0cPMfB7whQ1r-vzKPjarE7ypFVPmSR6B-ryYL9VybdEbZ/s400/DSC03085.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341393172184290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaF1j435TZssV7mHOK2Y7PN2Z0Zxv9ZfP6QMKe4etJnpA8fNiYRdpyCZBHb_I16dAfbWADGDdI1mcP3XfbOtOfPD7o0GMqGYxFpOH6S40uXD5y4lr8BsajAJBsQpeWczSlU6-8/s400/DSC03106.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341267453951090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnpj6XfwllflUwnxFK5gQmdT2U5fR6diMShYv2YH8uquVjnsjktpMOjZPkQwYCi3TQAn4OZmETy7Pt572_tfm027CUUnkHzJJc1HCrSrNGM05d3EhigDSLCVyd-xY4Ec6DT60/s400/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-45389616513937325162009-03-26T10:20:00.019-05:002009-03-26T15:53:08.538-05:00Life if good<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjL_ybecNMOQSucTyM8AGIroLe1PnOWdGjZjkuVpqC72Q3OLlQB6_jz1s8qYAZiybU-_117MiQAdN8CQd-Ebe4RylO32-4Ix89X9lYN8t3RbrN977Jd3Z9Ks0py4Pm95EsTgC/s1600-h/teachers+pet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317534290156783122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjL_ybecNMOQSucTyM8AGIroLe1PnOWdGjZjkuVpqC72Q3OLlQB6_jz1s8qYAZiybU-_117MiQAdN8CQd-Ebe4RylO32-4Ix89X9lYN8t3RbrN977Jd3Z9Ks0py4Pm95EsTgC/s400/teachers+pet.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hard to believe getting laid off has been such a positive experience. Wondering how I ever managed a career and taking care of my family?!?! I've been busy working on my research project for school - forensic psychology - which I've found to be facinating! AND, I've managed to maintain an "A" in the class without sleeping with anyone! Not that I would of course....but I am highly competitive when it comes to my grades.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317533085283163714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCkb3XAUIrtLO2kl8o-CklbInUyoV9DUofpInEcaYgFLgdt1yDxWpX8thMJhJN80p7fpJyQ7JnAiKK2LQcWFKXkO7xWZuz4-DnPTmY_blqODEkZnXDc2IftE1VePzvViFMzuP/s400/DSC03152.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>My therapist - yes, I have a therapist now too - has encouraged me to make time for me and I'm doing just that. I just completed my first course in cake decorating and I loved it! I think I was the favorite in the class, or at least in my mind I was the favorite. The ladies in the class were quite surprised to learn I'd never made a cake before. I've enrolled for course two which starts in a couple of weeks and I'm hoping to master the art of fondant before the girls birthday in June! Yes.I'm.Going.To.Make.Their.Cake! The big question is WHAT I'll be making.....</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317530271275238146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFMlbLalwiwQTFbH-e4lVNgD1eoz_fdEVp0-g1JS5g-O7cN06IlIByM3WfA5ScV7bLtNUX0zAFC9EU1WOwZUcAFh7Sk77rShoTARvprApBFJzxTkWGZEnyMeUXEABa1pIr_-0/s400/DSC03144.JPG" border="0" /> "The grand finale"! Final decorated cake for course one! Not purr-fect, but much improved!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529186911515298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyIl7VO-PE9oEESopjhHoAE0VRFjBJJGj-wVvZ4Qs6NqzfSnHAqScXEJTJVBr09ulLnKCJLk9VIv_f1iCmGfLWF-3pFnKQOOBI8w-7SsixE59yy-IsxI-tGtvXDCwHKsv4bIU/s400/DSC03002.JPG" border="0" /></div>"My second decorated cake". Improvement....<br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529895107323922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9s8p1dnP2LkcFrNnDVFhwTY6EMFOj9Nfunl4x2Eo6QTfa7SAOLORjiK2Q-w2TLhuStNmOQl35fg5UKMaaSLLKiPxW-MNor3Gx0b_JkQMQDnfZlW9z8LJpGpOgiwdlsRk2r6Q/s400/DSC02954.JPG" border="0" /> "My first iced cake"! More crumb than icing.... we all gotta start somewhere.<br /><br /><br /><div>The chicks started their first swim class on Tuesday and although little Miss Katie was a little nervous, she did finally stop crying. Thank G-d! I did NOT want to have to scare anyone with my out of shape bod! Oy. They were so cute in the big pool though. I had my concerns regardin the insturctor. I understand about not discriminating, but she's 100! It took her about 10 minutes to get in the water (the class is 30 minutes!) and get positioned to demonstrate laying on the belly when she fianlly got up class was over! I thought we were going to have to give her oxygen. I mentioned to Mr. Man that I believe she may be recovering from a stroke. Maybe the kids are rehabilitating her! I'll keep you posted. Chicks have class on Tuesday and Thursday. Abbey and Katie thought if was so funny that Miss Jane wore her clothes and shoes into the water. I explained that she was wearing a "wet-suit" and "water-shoes".....probably a good thing. :)<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317598216334842370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iZtc7b0Sng_yKia0LF982o7Ut_mXfYJxxwOGYo52yhqhm_WOYixT-u1i63sKbgsjQmXMxi8_dmVftEIboITmVeWKaFHNqWF5mp8ej-ouqeja5MrOf29kXHDX_vmQc0ob3hPZ/s400/DSC03166.JPG" border="0" /> Abbey kept getting in trouble for floating off and doing her own thing... No surprise there!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317598562112498930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfd1jWF_8qI-Q4Ot0TnEBMP9HVL6bsn0wXvHUYnWWM6f0HAkx-j1gDtWw6CL8iaCRprGtbP1cpDpFVDNmSrKZU3enLxc37qCIM21KSXeBL48zkSoyrpaiQ7TUsX7J1piVlVUv/s400/DSC03156.JPG" border="0" />One of the other mom's had to tell me to take the "sticky" covers off the lenses! Abbey kept complaining of not being able to see.....I thought it was because her eyes were closed. ha ha.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317599150737412866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FZE-b78Uei2Oa-OhmcvAuJt37Z8PwrKzpp4Ao8wIe4nMz9u7Ccg8pzSuze6r3vfXZ4XOFR6Zft47KiRxFBM98JhuJqX3x8EWTOAMzwYNPgOOhbn2G6z5apH52DT95d8lNhxP/s400/DSC03158.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317598741513782210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXwxqBz-M1Aez1eG7tpu03akpJKcLvcCC4bxP94GatU43y1Q6XsVqpyk9dVF6bKoa6OHcj_tHb3bghXYnvpKl_l9wybH2Uyme_xJWYSzZlNAzTMQaaVK2hl3wU7OIfVgBKSyM/s400/DSC03170.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I'm actively still pursuing career opportunities. Although there is nothing out there -(trust me - there isn't!) I'm kicking around the idea of professionally cooking for families. I've discovered there's quite a market here in DC for such a service and there is a real need. Besides, I'm good! Tell me what's your pleasure. Beef Wellington? Salmon Cakes? Orange Chicken? Salmon Wellington with spinach?? Cesar Salad? I can do it all.... I'm thinking the food network!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317536788589190370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkY4Sj387B3-oCcce0hTAoHEgqrQ6kGGKS9dURkEp6l1XAzQN5qDorFYjqyEZk3KqlJ3h5kyJX_MaquQ_hy48wEtnqAH2dmYuB_MvFn8WFfLnf4nuHnWng6srthcnFn1_xt5n/s400/DSC03062.JPG" border="0" /> We've booked our trip to Florida and are counting down the days. We're staing at the Contemporary two nights and are taking the chicks to the Magic Kingdom while there. We've got a whirlwind trip planned starting in north east Florida and working our way down the coast ending up in south Florida for a splashy wedding. I know I will be leaving Florida with a heavy heart after seeing my sisters.....boy do I miss them.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317531394290224898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1swpnQIqSJUoVVMrmxsqUdp7x2fdm-FDU_Fg_51DgfZ8hn_lVllGGozVMiiH51H2MxH2xppfBrLwIHMsu-LBxivzDz0hVC1_qw4_pp-RwqH93zQwV0JCnyFQKzozMJ9MQ-2U/s400/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" /> My 30th class reunion is coming up this summer - and this fall. I went to two high schools and am going to both. I don't know where the years went! Anyway, planning a couple trips for that. Might want to get my butt back in the gym. I do have a reputation to uphold. I'm working on legs as skinny as the ones below....oh g-d do I have my work cut-out for me!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317538988234449650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthMdCnlqt3o6XUPOVQnh97tcw82Bg7IKQgFV7egKRLPX34nZmpV9_FsHKTXRW6lwoeDa6ceh98rkJHZkaQBirqreOpaMKE7LSmiPuD1BKbsIriBcJhxwdaUb2DdmRrJTEfBkU/s400/Carol+and+Rony.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-4911050909504374332009-02-23T17:52:00.024-05:002009-02-23T19:40:22.268-05:00Introducing......Mr & Mrs.K.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UTcKbWF3ON97V2TETe-TzDqjZI2tdXkZhQnqwMHoBDFTzcbW_QXhcrC9hReAHckp7DAnu0Pp3ULJAcaLJmG0biEkV2e8GmkKb17pGOXIp8_53hFYll2kLDoaPQ1_U4a5Mm2X/s1600-h/DSC02546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UTcKbWF3ON97V2TETe-TzDqjZI2tdXkZhQnqwMHoBDFTzcbW_QXhcrC9hReAHckp7DAnu0Pp3ULJAcaLJmG0biEkV2e8GmkKb17pGOXIp8_53hFYll2kLDoaPQ1_U4a5Mm2X/s400/DSC02546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154289741914658" border="0" /></a><br />I haven't been taken hostage and I'm not vacationing off the coast of Somalia. Although..... there are days it sounds blissful! I've been tied up <strong><strike>lounging</strike> <span style="font-weight: normal;">looking for a job. Yes, I was one of the 2.8 million who have been laid off. I can't say I was too sad about it though. Quite the contrary. I finally got off that dreaded tread mill, although by the looks of my rear end I might consider jumping back on! Note to self: start a fitness schedule.<br /><br />I've been working on a research paper for school on forensic psychology. Interesting, but wish I were a whole lot younger. If I were to pursue it as a career I'd need a PhD -- and I don't have that kind of time! I have been able to maintain a 90</span></strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">% in the class. Not bad for an old broad....<br /><br />But our most exciting news by far has been the wedding of Mai and Wes. They were married January 24, 2009. She was truly the most beautiful bride. Simply breathtaking. And the chicks.....well, they couldn't have been any cuter. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PlJzFWU5fzM5sd5-rs4QCmM6TuLs9w5CKIfyDqUA-ueqzelKU_QdLDKuMnvOTU61wQGJfyZjr93W34Xzm-3YwlS7spJljNJqSwgRIrRsrezdukbi5B-lxGf9a_R40cGJei5x/s400/DSC02410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306142172278243170" border="0" /></a>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690505.post-66676913516826169602009-02-05T13:25:00.007-05:002009-02-05T14:03:45.090-05:00Maggie April 15, 2000 - February 3, 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9EnQWG1qM_NwoVZSmHVGLQmNvBhmwoQ7yYomJ2m4MLwZyFNfJbVkyw6z6pFs3HPM5wehncc5dTkm8l_Z93XbcqeWZTDwk56hd-gmKnTPfq1PvaSoK6DUTB9j8Jv0xt0Ni2SZ/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299389961140791650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9EnQWG1qM_NwoVZSmHVGLQmNvBhmwoQ7yYomJ2m4MLwZyFNfJbVkyw6z6pFs3HPM5wehncc5dTkm8l_Z93XbcqeWZTDwk56hd-gmKnTPfq1PvaSoK6DUTB9j8Jv0xt0Ni2SZ/s400/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Maggie,</div><div><br /></div><br /><div>Where do I begin. I can still see your pretty little face the day we brought you home. You were so nervous and so was I. Do you remember knocking over my glass of wine as you ran thru the house? Twice! Or how you kept stepping in your water bowl and spilling it? You were the most gorgeous animal on the face of the earth. I hope you always know how much I loved you. As much as we thought you were human, I wish you could have shared with me the pain you were suffering. I keep thinking that "if only".... oh.. if only I knew about the anemia, and the internal bleeding and the abnormally small heart.... you'd still be with us.... How did we not know? I should have known something was up these past couple weeks when you nuzzled up to me for an extra kiss or hug. I should have known something.....I.Should.Have.Known! I knew something was wrong when you couldn't get up, but I thought the Vet would fix it. He always does. I remember hearing "blood transfusion and critical" and thinking what? But, how could I know within two hours I would be signing your death certificate?! It happened so quickly. I can't believe you are gone. The tears won't stop. I hope you know you were always my "first". Mag's my heart is breaking.....I'll will miss you forever and ever..... </div><div><br /></div><br /><div>I will love you forever and ever...<br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div>Your mommy....</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299389257561538786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaeuzTltfOJjGU24HJDXa2FeLwZHp8BIIZNm-rhkbGaXSgpSQiRto4T4xEYgYgPY7MoBgJZKUCcbYx1EOxkuYfhmCVcB9si0VJEiaob1CQNZuE5w9fdpTyVoe0OSZBBRR6HFAt/s400/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p> Maggie G</p><br /><p> April 15, 2000 - February 3, 2009<br /></p><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>insanemommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024207455562384017noreply@blogger.com45