<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912</id><updated>2011-11-22T16:45:11.207-06:00</updated><category term='Correct-All'/><category term='Bedazzler'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='humiliated'/><category term='subscribe'/><category term='Windy City'/><category term='Lemon-O'/><category term='SHE SPEAKS'/><category term='Mr. Amazing + vocab'/><category term='embed video'/><category term='ingrowntoenailectomy'/><category term='hat chips'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='Barney'/><category term='Moto K'/><category term='inadequacy'/><category term='Moderate Exaggeration'/><category term='SheSpeaks'/><category term='credit'/><category term='informance policy'/><category term='liaring'/><category term='Walgreen&apos;s + Mr. KIDDING ME + coupons + my &quot;public&quot; + checkout'/><category term='chairs on wheels'/><category term='Bugles'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='Spin'/><category term='February'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='naps'/><category term='Lifelock'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='mouthwash'/><category term='Target gift card'/><category term='Little Bear'/><category term='DeeDee&apos;s blog'/><category term='ok?'/><category term='Dot'/><category term='depression'/><category term='tattling'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Meggie'/><category term='Mr. Amazing'/><category term='YIELD'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='coupon + frugal + husband + Mr. Amazing'/><category term='boring'/><category term='blogariffic'/><category term='paying bills'/><category term='Dave Ramsey'/><category term='training method'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Kim'/><category term='I&apos;m not leaving for lunch'/><category term='Big Fat Check'/><category term='dingle'/><category term='Deegan'/><category term='Mustang'/><category term='we have labels for that'/><category term='apostrophe abuse'/><category term='TV box'/><category term='Ugly Stepsisters'/><category term='Ebates'/><category term='Heavily Father'/><category term='swiveling kitchen chairs'/><category term='Sister Happiness'/><category term='conference'/><category term='late fee'/><category term='To Write Love On Her Arms'/><category term='Jeff Deck'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='incompetence'/><category term='awesomer'/><category term='toaster oven'/><category term='Simon Says'/><category term='Alabama'/><category term='mad coupon skills'/><category term='Sister Blazingpants'/><category term='credit card'/><category term='procrastinationism'/><category term='hang-tag'/><category term='Eggie'/><category term='Dyson'/><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='embarassing'/><category term='video clip'/><category term='So-So Security'/><category term='Come Together'/><category term='critical care'/><category term='coupon chicks'/><category term='Bedazzle'/><category term='cockeyed.com'/><category term='Sit'/><category term='bad words'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='envy'/><category term='SIXTEEN'/><category term='Correctal'/><category term='floral observation'/><category term='keepin&apos; it real + organized + organizational conversion'/><category term='hotdog'/><category term='dictionary.com'/><category term='Wicked Stepmother'/><category term='realm-of-that-which-is-not-mentioned'/><category term='lying'/><category term='vomit'/><category term='Queen B'/><category term='bed of roses'/><category term='Cinderella'/><category term='deluge'/><category term='David Cook'/><title type='text'>What-I'm-Gonna-Call-It?</title><subtitle type='html'>Oh, goody!  Here's a great spot for me to say...things.
Many people ask me questions because they think I'll have answers.  Then they tell me I'm a smarty pants because I have an answer for everything.
In case you were wondering, "What-I'm-Gonna-Call-It" most often means "How shall I say this?"  but I change my mind a lot. So stay tuned.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5605990788808273592</id><published>2009-11-13T02:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:49:48.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Write Love On Her Arms'/><title type='text'>To Write Love on Her Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sv0c2mJjeFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2QN9aUaz0zs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403506852193597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sv0c2mJjeFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2QN9aUaz0zs/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 13, 2009 is "To Write Love On Her Arms" day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you joined the group on Facebook? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you willing to write the word LOVE on your arms today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;To Write Love on Her Arms&lt;/span&gt; is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;To Write Love On Her Arms Day&lt;/span&gt; is a day where anyone can write the word "love" on their arms in support of those who are fighting against depression &amp;amp; those who are in recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, just write "love" on your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When others ask why you've written on your arms, tell them about this event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WILL THIS ACHIEVE??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This simple action will remind others that there are people suffering, many in silence. For those suffering, it will remind them that they are loved, and that people care about their struggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were over 500,000 people who participated last year. We're aiming for 1 million this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5605990788808273592?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5605990788808273592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5605990788808273592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5605990788808273592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5605990788808273592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To Write Love on Her Arms'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sv0c2mJjeFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2QN9aUaz0zs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5502704632990258330</id><published>2009-11-13T02:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:01:36.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I stumble?</title><content type='html'>"The greatest single cause of atheism in the world today&lt;br /&gt;is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips&lt;br /&gt;then walk out the door and deny Him by their lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;That is what an unbelievable world simply finds unbelievable."&lt;br /&gt;( I don't know where this quote originally came from.&lt;br /&gt;Different sources attribute it to different people. Makes no difference&lt;br /&gt;to me.  It's still a good one. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What If I Stumble - DC TALK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kg6HedZ4xGs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kg6HedZ4xGs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kg6HedZ4xGs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5502704632990258330?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5502704632990258330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5502704632990258330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5502704632990258330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5502704632990258330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-if-i-stumble.html' title='What if I stumble?'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-2232587611992549582</id><published>2009-08-11T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:14:18.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog just went green.</title><content type='html'>There. That was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering what all the fuss is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** ** ** **  (It  IS easy being green, KERMIE.) ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-2232587611992549582?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2232587611992549582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=2232587611992549582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2232587611992549582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2232587611992549582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-blog-just-went-green.html' title='My blog just went green.'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5441821510596161423</id><published>2009-08-09T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:25:03.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a new site SUNDAY COUPON PREVIEW</title><content type='html'>(TITLE LINE OF THIS POST IS A LINK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the easiest to read, easiest to access list of upcoming Sunday coupons I've found online.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind your Sunday insert may be slightly different than what is listed here, but you should have a good idea from looking at this list if you are at all interested in buying extra&lt;br /&gt;copies of the newspaper on a given week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5441821510596161423?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sundaycouponpreview.com' title='Found a new site SUNDAY COUPON PREVIEW'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5441821510596161423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5441821510596161423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5441821510596161423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5441821510596161423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/08/found-new-site-sunday-coupon-preview.html' title='Found a new site SUNDAY COUPON PREVIEW'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-9014666621705723691</id><published>2009-08-09T10:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:33:54.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filing Coupon Inserts - NEW (to me) SECRET STEP</title><content type='html'>First, I must say that&lt;br /&gt;my mother-in-law, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ONE * AND * ONLY,  * THE ORIGINAL, *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**  MRS. AMAZING  **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clips my coupons for me.&lt;br /&gt;Close your mouth.  Quit staring.&lt;br /&gt;She totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;And she's mine, so step off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been getting 4 newspapers myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. A clips the coupons that come in her paper,&lt;br /&gt;and I file those in my coupon box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I take the WHOLE inserts from the 4 newspapers I get&lt;br /&gt;and I mark the front of each with the date and source,&lt;br /&gt;like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/2  RP  = August 2 , Red Plum&lt;br /&gt;8/2 SS = August 2, Smart Source&lt;br /&gt;7/16 PG = July 16, Procter &amp;amp; Gamble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, smarty pants, it does already say&lt;br /&gt;SmartSource, Red Plum, etc. across the top of the insert.&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm in a hurry searching for coupons,&lt;br /&gt;my simple mind and my failing eyes&lt;br /&gt;are trained to look for  8/2 RP  or 8/2 SS.&lt;br /&gt;So... well... that's why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, I do a quick glance through the inserts.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a product I know I'm likely to use no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;I will cut &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of that coupon from my inserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a product that I don't know if I will use or not, but&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't pass up if it were free or very cheap, I will cut out&lt;br /&gt;one or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inserts get filed by date. All the inserts from a given&lt;br /&gt;date will be in a file together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I see something in a sales ad and want&lt;br /&gt;to know if there's a coupon for it, I go to a coupon&lt;br /&gt;database like the one on Hot Coupon World &lt;a href="http://www.hotcouponworld.com/forums/coupon.php"&gt;http://www.hotcouponworld.com/forums/coupon.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(accessing the whole database requires registering, but&lt;br /&gt;it's not painful). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sad part of this story.&lt;br /&gt;The database is not infallible.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&gt;(  Can you even believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different areas of the country get different coupons.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact of coupon life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The database might say there's a coupon&lt;br /&gt;for hemorrhoid cream in 7/16 SS, but it might not be&lt;br /&gt;in mine.&lt;br /&gt;( Hemorrhoid cream... he he he... now you're all&lt;br /&gt;wishing you had that coupon, aren't ya?&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I made that up. &lt;br /&gt;It was fun to type "hemorrhoid cream".&lt;br /&gt;Easily, I amuse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said I'll cut one or two coupons&lt;br /&gt;for items I wouldn't want to pass up if they were free&lt;br /&gt;or cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm in the store and I see one of those items&lt;br /&gt;at a great price, but you have to buy more than one&lt;br /&gt;to get the deal, or I'd like to stock up, but I don't have&lt;br /&gt;the coupons in my file box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me a few times before I started doing&lt;br /&gt;this new step that has already saved me tons of time&lt;br /&gt;when I'm actually in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now reveal THE NEW&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to  me)&lt;/span&gt; SECRET STEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which works for me, but may not for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you, and you're still ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and I'm still ok, and it's all ok, but &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ANYWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I file the cut coupons in my coupon box, I mark&lt;br /&gt;the back of each coupon with the date and insert info.&lt;br /&gt;That way, when I have one of a certain coupon but think&lt;br /&gt;maybe I have more that I didn't cut, I can pull out my insert&lt;br /&gt;file right there in the store &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes, I often carry it, because OCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keeps me from leaving it at home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and retrieve the additional copies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the coupon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also good when I'm at home searching the coupon database&lt;br /&gt;and I see that coupons for a certain product have been in more&lt;br /&gt;than one recent insert.  I can look at the backs of the coupons I&lt;br /&gt;have cut to see if I have all the coups from all the dates.  Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I've cut all the 6/28 coupons but not the 8/2 coupons.  I know&lt;br /&gt;right where to look, because I have implemented the&lt;br /&gt;NEW &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to  me)&lt;/span&gt; SECRET STEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-9014666621705723691?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9014666621705723691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=9014666621705723691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/9014666621705723691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/9014666621705723691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/08/filing-coupon-inserts-new-to-me-secret.html' title='Filing Coupon Inserts - NEW (to me) SECRET STEP'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5666223415435735762</id><published>2009-08-07T09:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:05:19.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLING ALL COUPON FEARERS!!!</title><content type='html'>This isn't a coupon blog. But it's mine. And I'm talkin'&lt;br /&gt;about coupons right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to people all the time who are totally intimdated by&lt;br /&gt;coupons. They wonder aloud just HOW coupon people do what&lt;br /&gt;they do. It overwhems them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a nice slow start for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a Jewel-Osco (or any store that has Bic pens on sale,&lt;br /&gt;but Jewel is my example, so HUSH!) near you&lt;br /&gt;and you have a working printer, get yourself&lt;br /&gt;over to &lt;a href="http://www.coupons.com/"&gt;http://www.coupons.com/&lt;/a&gt; and print the coupon for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1.00 off any 2 Bic stationery products.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may require you to download a coupon printer. I assure you,&lt;br /&gt;this is no big deal. Just do it. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you print no other coupons, go print that Bic coupon. When it&lt;br /&gt;has printed, click the BACK tab at the top of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;You might need to click it more than once, but you are backing up&lt;br /&gt;to the point where it will print the coupon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will only print two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also good to know if you share a computer with someone&lt;br /&gt;who might have already printed them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take those two Bic coupons over to your local Jewel-Osco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't argue. I'm tryin' to get you some free pens,&lt;br /&gt;so work with me here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewel has packages of Bic pens on sale 2 for $1.00 this week.&lt;br /&gt;If you use these coupons, you will get 4 packs of pens for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanical pencils are $1.00 each, so buying 2 of those&lt;br /&gt;with the $1.00 off coupon gets you what???&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? Beuller? (Paying respects...RIP, John Hughes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. It gets you 2 packs of mechanical pencils for $1.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've decided to use your coupon on just free pens, I'd&lt;br /&gt;like to encourage you at this point&lt;br /&gt;to choose one other small item to buy&lt;br /&gt;so that your total is not ZERO. They hate that. And it could&lt;br /&gt;create a hole in the time-space continuum. So don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;You're new. I'm not sure you could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, how I slay me! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'd like another pack of pens for that last item.&lt;br /&gt;5 packs of pens for 50 cents plus tax is not a bad deal, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Or a pack of gum??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT A MINUTE! What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;You don't NEED 5 packs of pens?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you didn't just say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the top of my head, without even trying, I can think of&lt;br /&gt;several people/ organizations who would simply love it if I&lt;br /&gt;were to hand them a pack of free pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- college student&lt;br /&gt;- charity that accepts school supply donations&lt;br /&gt;- struggling small business&lt;br /&gt;- school nurse&lt;br /&gt;- charity that has office supplies as an expense&lt;br /&gt;- families buying school supp. for multiple kids&lt;br /&gt;- church office&lt;br /&gt;- bank and grocery store (as replacement&lt;br /&gt;for all those pens I've accidentally stuck in my purse&lt;br /&gt;over the years- ok, I'm kidding about this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many deals to be had at Jewel this week, but just&lt;br /&gt;try this one on first. See how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't implode, if the sky doesn't fall,&lt;br /&gt;if there's no major catastrophe as a result of your&lt;br /&gt;using two coupons, maybe you should try&lt;br /&gt;buying 5 cartons of the Breyer's ice cream&lt;br /&gt;that's on sale 2 for $6 until Aug. 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wonderful may happen.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to spoil your surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Or get your hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, try it.&lt;br /&gt;Then come tell me what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5666223415435735762?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5666223415435735762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5666223415435735762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5666223415435735762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5666223415435735762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/08/calling-all-coupon-fearers.html' title='CALLING ALL COUPON FEARERS!!!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4375207160437141919</id><published>2009-05-29T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:22:51.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Children Can Be Hazardous To Your Head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sh_txLc-40I/AAAAAAAAACI/7w2kS_j8GXk/s1600-h/DSC_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341249112228422466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sh_txLc-40I/AAAAAAAAACI/7w2kS_j8GXk/s320/DSC_1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely day. &lt;br /&gt;Moto K,  Queen B, and I headed over to the park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick game of catch, that's all it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen B played happily nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to catch that ball in my mitt,&lt;br /&gt;but it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering,&lt;br /&gt;there's an itty-bitty-bit&lt;br /&gt;of a knot&lt;br /&gt;on my forehead&lt;br /&gt; still today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 2 1/2 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a full 2 weeks for my gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;black eyes to go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss a ball around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  No, I'm fine here in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.  Go on without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4375207160437141919?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4375207160437141919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4375207160437141919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4375207160437141919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4375207160437141919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-with-children-can-be-hazardous.html' title='Playing With Children Can Be Hazardous To Your Head!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sh_txLc-40I/AAAAAAAAACI/7w2kS_j8GXk/s72-c/DSC_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-6670946694830314394</id><published>2009-05-29T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:12:34.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sh_tEbGGjzI/AAAAAAAAACA/hS1BspB9tXM/s1600-h/YIKES!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248343333310258" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sh_tEbGGjzI/AAAAAAAAACA/hS1BspB9tXM/s320/YIKES!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this frighten you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It frightens me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-6670946694830314394?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6670946694830314394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=6670946694830314394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6670946694830314394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6670946694830314394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-this-frighten-you-it-frightens-me.html' title=''/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/Sh_tEbGGjzI/AAAAAAAAACA/hS1BspB9tXM/s72-c/YIKES!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-804820403742404812</id><published>2009-02-19T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:45:34.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dyson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotdog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingrowntoenailectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vomit'/><title type='text'>I  *DO* miss you all so much, but ....</title><content type='html'>...but... life gets so demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I performed an ingrowntoenailectomy. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure it was a success.  This may require a&lt;br /&gt;specialist, and about this matter I am miffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently vacuumed vomited hot dogs from my very&lt;br /&gt;light carpet. &lt;br /&gt;"Blotting", as the manufacturer suggests, just wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;do the trick.&lt;br /&gt; I won't drag you through the details of the hazardous waste&lt;br /&gt;cleanup, but the area where the hotdog vomit once was is&lt;br /&gt;now completely clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then  disassembled the Dyson and scoured&lt;br /&gt;every washable part of the Dyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This required fabricating a contraption that would keep&lt;br /&gt;17 feet of hose extended (without creases, where moisture&lt;br /&gt;would sit and e-mold-ulate) until the drying was complete -&lt;br /&gt;allowing an extra 3 days to be REALLY REALLY sure it was dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Busy.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-804820403742404812?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/804820403742404812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=804820403742404812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/804820403742404812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/804820403742404812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-miss-you-all-so-much-but.html' title='I  *DO* miss you all so much, but ....'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-8169649515667192258</id><published>2008-11-11T08:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:33:05.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Stepsisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked Stepmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Amazing'/><title type='text'>I ' VE     B E E N       I N  C O G N I T O</title><content type='html'>Which is, of course, a complete lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where C O G N I T O is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no excuses, other than life, for not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was almost 2 weeks ago, I have to tell you&lt;br /&gt;about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children went trick-or-treating on halloween with&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I* was* ill. Feverish. Unable to go. Missed out.&lt;br /&gt;This would have been my first year to make the rounds&lt;br /&gt;with them instead of staying home and passing out candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my untimely illness, Mr. Amazing was forced to play&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Stepmother to Queen Bee's Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't just completely bail on a Wicked Stepmother gig.&lt;br /&gt;Not when QB was soooo counting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a fabulous job. Wore the wig AND the dress.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a Wicked Stepmother with a mustache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odds are, SOME of you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to Queen Bee's chagrin, we never did find anyone to play&lt;br /&gt;Anastasia and Drizella, the Ugly Stepsisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that QB didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;For weeks before halloween, she would ask people&lt;br /&gt;(with great enthusiasm):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How would YOU like to be my Ugly Stepsister?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, she had no takers.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Cinderella. :&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-8169649515667192258?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8169649515667192258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=8169649515667192258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8169649515667192258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8169649515667192258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-ve-b-e-e-n-i-n-c-o-g-n-i-t-o.html' title='I &apos; VE     B E E N       I N  C O G N I T O'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-60336555537956423</id><published>2008-09-20T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:54:45.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we have labels for that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavily Father'/><title type='text'>And another thing... and then one last thing</title><content type='html'>Another thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB also informed me this morning that when the larm goes off from my key not working in the door of our car, it is called a mistake and that will make people frighten out from the horn blowing so loudish. So don't do that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, you know... so you know about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the last thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack snacks for QB to eat at preschool in little tupperware containers.&lt;br /&gt;I try to always put a little piece of tape on the outside of the container that&lt;br /&gt;says what's inside. My line of thinking is that it's easiest for the teacher to&lt;br /&gt;tell her what's in each container, so she only has to open the one(s) that&lt;br /&gt;QB seems interested in eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat here writing the previous post, QB began putting stickers&lt;br /&gt;all over one of these little plastic containers.&lt;br /&gt;I absent-mindedly&lt;br /&gt;(I'm on the computer, I can't pay attention to what she's doing right now LOL)&lt;br /&gt;said "Don't put stickers all over that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB replied "I have to, so I know what's in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, " I said. "So, what's in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB smirked at me, maybe a little frustrated&lt;br /&gt;at having to explain something that seems so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Our Heavily Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh" was all I could say. I'm just so pleased we have labels for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED TO ADD:  Lovely!  The stickers on the container are Moto K's.&lt;br /&gt;They are skateboard stickers.  World Industries.  Their logo is  a little&lt;br /&gt;devilish-looking guy with a pitchfork.   Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-60336555537956423?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/60336555537956423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=60336555537956423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/60336555537956423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/60336555537956423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-another-thing-and-then-one-last.html' title='And another thing... and then one last thing'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5266490322999964453</id><published>2008-09-20T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:30:01.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen B explains why our basement is cold.</title><content type='html'>Me:  It's cold down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  Yeah, it's cold in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I think basements are always cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  No, it's cold down here because we have so many wind-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You think the windows are making it cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  No, the wind-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;.  They are blowing and blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  The windows are blowing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (QB walks over and puts her hand atop one of the three fans that are running to dry out our basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  NO!  THIS!  THIS WIND-ER, and THAT WIND-ER over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;THAY&lt;/span&gt;-ER.  Too many wind-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; blowing is making this basement SO COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we know.  Too many wind-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; = cold basement.    Mystery solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5266490322999964453?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5266490322999964453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5266490322999964453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5266490322999964453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5266490322999964453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/09/queen-b-explains-why-our-basement-is.html' title='Queen B explains why our basement is cold.'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-2209570939706700811</id><published>2008-09-18T08:42:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:26:15.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm incorporated. I'm two idiots." - Gallagher</title><content type='html'>If you have a preference over which way I sign my posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-2209570939706700811?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2209570939706700811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=2209570939706700811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2209570939706700811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2209570939706700811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m incorporated. I&apos;m two idiots.&quot; - Gallagher'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-1684552522186958786</id><published>2008-09-18T08:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:23:30.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keepin&apos; it real + organized + organizational conversion'/><title type='text'>Wait - I gotta keep it real..</title><content type='html'>In that previous post's title I made it sound like&lt;br /&gt;I'm all organized now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope,  floods change lots of things. Just look at Noah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is nothing like that, and Noah is not visible&lt;br /&gt;to the naked eye at this time, so forget I mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you thinking I'm all changed&lt;br /&gt;and really super-duper awesome at organization&lt;br /&gt;now that I had some water seepage in my basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  I'm still a loser.  But things are getting a little more&lt;br /&gt;organized, because we've been forced to go through things&lt;br /&gt;that either DID get wet or were GOING to get wet if&lt;br /&gt;we didn't move them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things have to get new homes, on higher shelves, in&lt;br /&gt;containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know, even though it's not likely we'll have&lt;br /&gt;that kind of rain again soon, I want to be sure, in case I don't&lt;br /&gt;get back down there this year - or next.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... no miracle organizational conversion has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be all up in my grill about it.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt;' on it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to set the record straight.  "Organized" doesn't&lt;br /&gt;truly describe what's happening here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;keepin&lt;/span&gt;' it real" announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Heather, and I approve this message. But I'm not proud of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-1684552522186958786?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1684552522186958786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=1684552522186958786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1684552522186958786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1684552522186958786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/09/wait-i-gotta-keep-it-real.html' title='Wait - I gotta keep it real..'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5330722222529646348</id><published>2008-09-18T08:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:12:07.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deluge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humiliated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinationism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inadequacy'/><title type='text'>Dried out now. Humbled, more organized, thankful, and dry.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend's rains were just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car was also having some issues, so I wasn't out &amp;amp; about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize until I saw pictures this week how bad it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you ever  want to feel really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;incompetent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;avoid spending time in your basement unless absolutely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;necessary, even if your bedroom and laundry room are down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Then you can take everything you don't know what to do with&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shove it down there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can do this repeatedly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for months&lt;/span&gt; on end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuring yourself&lt;strong&gt; daily&lt;/strong&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soon  "things will calm down",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and THEN you'll get a complete handle on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Diagnosis..... perfectionism, short attention span,&lt;br /&gt;multi-task performance deficiency, &lt;br /&gt;mother-of-"busy"-toddler-ism,&lt;br /&gt;procrastinati.....    I'll finish the list later, but you get the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when there's a stinkin'  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;deluge&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;water seeps into your basement for days on end&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inadequacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will come to light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it will seem to you as though the mostest huge &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like the kind Crazy Eddie uses for his Midnight Madness sale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has been shineded down right upon your pajama-clad, bed-headed self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;humiliated&lt;/span&gt; beyond belief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel relieved when Mr. Amazing and Moto K -I mean YOUR FAMILY-&lt;br /&gt;don't yell at you, but instead put their durable bodies, forgiving spirits,&lt;br /&gt;and jump-to-it-ive-ness to work to bail  (laugh, snort- literally BAIL) you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll wonder at how God created such a wonderful human being as&lt;br /&gt;your mother-in-law, as she takes all of your laundry to wash, dry, and fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel really terrible for&lt;/span&gt; wondering how this awful thing&lt;br /&gt;could have happened to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, once you realize that just down the ridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there are families who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;left their homes that first night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and have no idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when they'll be allowed to return&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all fine, praise the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending up prayers for those who still wait to even get started on the&lt;br /&gt;evaluation of damage done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs n' kisses (unless I don't even know you, and then.. ewww..)-&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5330722222529646348?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5330722222529646348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5330722222529646348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5330722222529646348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5330722222529646348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/09/dried-out-now-humbled-more-organized.html' title='Dried out now. Humbled, more organized, thankful, and dry.'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4994862813760186019</id><published>2008-08-18T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:59:34.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupon chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang-tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Amazing + vocab'/><title type='text'>When coupon chicks say....</title><content type='html'>...  &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't touch my box!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are referring to the coupon box.  It's sacred, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;" I did Walgreens and Walmart, but not Target.  Oh, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;still need to go CVSing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They mean that they have gleaned savings of huge proportions&lt;br /&gt;by combining coupons and sales at the stores mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;" I need multiple inserts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That chunky little booky-thingy of coupons that comes with the&lt;br /&gt;Sunday paper is called an "insert" (since, you know, it's inserted&lt;br /&gt;into the paper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"I  NEVER can find a hang-tag, because I don't drink wine, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I don't  get cheap meat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "hang-tag" is, oddly enough , a tag-like thing that frequently&lt;br /&gt;hangs around the neck of a bottle of wine, bringing opportunites&lt;br /&gt;for free or discounted meat and other items to its bearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to overwhelm the uncouponly among us, so I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Mr. Amazing doesn't like it when I blog so late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks we need to spend time together.&lt;br /&gt; Which is why I'll be on the lookout for a deal on scissors.&lt;br /&gt;I think he'd enjoy having his very own pair.&lt;br /&gt;Just think of the hours we could spend together.&lt;br /&gt;He could clip, I could sort.&lt;br /&gt;Ya think??? :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?  Why not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4994862813760186019?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4994862813760186019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4994862813760186019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4994862813760186019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4994862813760186019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-coupon-chicks-say.html' title='When coupon chicks say....'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-3339405176753695818</id><published>2008-08-18T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:41:00.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupon + frugal + husband + Mr. Amazing'/><title type='text'>See, it's not just me.</title><content type='html'>I have less than 10 boxes of cereal on hand right now.&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste, soap, deodorant, and shampoo are plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's another weather crisis this month, do not fear.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring the toiletries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing was just commenting the other day, though,&lt;br /&gt;how surprised he was that I haven't been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' my deals&lt;br /&gt;like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, true.  We've eaten up the last of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yogos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;We're down to our last pack of razors.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jokingly said "Well, you always harass me about all the stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing home, so I thought that meant you wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing let me know (in no uncertain terms) that indeed&lt;br /&gt;he did NOT want me to stop.  He also seemed to be a little&lt;br /&gt;flustered, like I'd somehow be causing him to lose his place&lt;br /&gt;among the elite.   (Coupon Husbands... it's this whole elite group&lt;br /&gt;you probably don't know much about.  But if you missed the fact&lt;br /&gt;that this post's title is a link to another blog where a husband wrote&lt;br /&gt;about his wife's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couponing&lt;/span&gt; skills and frugality, it's not too late to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Just click on this:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://frugalinvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-married-couponaholic-5-ways-life-has.html"&gt;http://frugalinvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-married-couponaholic-5-ways-life-has.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't think he wants me to know (lest I get a big head...&lt;br /&gt;a valid concern, I must say) that he brags to all his friends about&lt;br /&gt;my superior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couponing&lt;/span&gt; and deal-hunting maneuvers.  But he does.&lt;br /&gt;They all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to use up some of what we'd stockpiled.&lt;br /&gt;But it just might be time to head back to the store.  I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;want to shame my husband, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-3339405176753695818?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://frugalinvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-married-couponaholic-5-ways-life-has.html' title='See, it&apos;s not just me.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3339405176753695818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=3339405176753695818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3339405176753695818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3339405176753695818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-its-not-just-me.html' title='See, it&apos;s not just me.'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-7732474381273483495</id><published>2008-08-11T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:32:26.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement/ Invitation</title><content type='html'>Queen B just wants everyone to know that yes, she is now 3.&lt;br /&gt;And she enjoyed her party (over a month ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's having another one.&lt;br /&gt;(She asks everyone she meets if they can come to her party!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Latcher (not her REAL name, you know....)&lt;br /&gt;was the first to get wind of the actual date of this party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know when it is?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdember Eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you will be there.&lt;br /&gt;According to Queen B, it will be so fun, and you will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Please RSVP by Muntober Twunteenst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-7732474381273483495?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7732474381273483495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=7732474381273483495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7732474381273483495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7732474381273483495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/announcement-invitation.html' title='Announcement/ Invitation'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-8491493998111201534</id><published>2008-08-01T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:53:18.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Pathetic, I say.</title><content type='html'>I've been doing things like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reorganizing kitchen cabinets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paying bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning up spills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making a dinner at home now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know, what a concept, right??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to books on tape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trying to stay out of the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, these are very boring things&lt;br /&gt;to talk to other people about. And, if I were to&lt;br /&gt;do so, the other people might decide that *I*&lt;br /&gt;was very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, uh, CLEARLY, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;This is where you should affirm me.&lt;br /&gt;Say that I'm not boring.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been silent so you could just think&lt;br /&gt;I'd been busy doing important, interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now that you know the truth, please take an&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA moment to be in awe of how interesting&lt;br /&gt;it's been just reading about how boring I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that will have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-8491493998111201534?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8491493998111201534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=8491493998111201534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8491493998111201534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8491493998111201534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/08/pathetic-i-say.html' title='Pathetic, I say.'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-7738093435529416381</id><published>2008-07-11T09:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:28:38.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training method'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lemon-O'/><title type='text'>The Lemon-O Method of P*tty Training</title><content type='html'>So, Queen B is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mostly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;potty trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a few "incidents" that resulted&lt;br /&gt;in some items getting wet that I would have&lt;br /&gt;preferred remain dry, but....whatcha gonna do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday morning that I learned the&lt;br /&gt;proper name of our current potty training method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Do you have to p*tty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Don't p*tty your pants. You've got big girl pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  I will do Lemon-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  I will just do Lemon-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What is Lemon-O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB:  You say,   " If you have to go p*tty, Lemon-O."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (talking to self, really thinking about the words.... I  say "Lemon-O" ??...&lt;br /&gt;          ....what in the WORLD is Lemon-O... when do I say "Lemon-O" ???&lt;br /&gt;           .....hhhmmmm.....                                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[STOP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So.... have you figured it out, or shall I explain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon-O. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say it fast.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If you have to go p*tty, Lemon-O."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If you have to go p*tty, LEMONO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If you have to go p*tty, LEMME NO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"If you have to go p*tty, LET ME KNOW."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brilliant plan, Queen B.  Simply brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We should market this method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-7738093435529416381?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7738093435529416381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=7738093435529416381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7738093435529416381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7738093435529416381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/07/lemon-o-method-of-ptty-training.html' title='The Lemon-O Method of P*tty Training'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4042548244329545320</id><published>2008-07-09T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:17:56.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ok?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not leaving for lunch'/><title type='text'>In response to the masses who've asked....</title><content type='html'>Well, only one person asked.&lt;br /&gt;And it's someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; K is at camp, and Queen B is&lt;br /&gt;having a grand time with her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been silent because the last thing&lt;br /&gt;I could think of to post had to do with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; on the cover of Rolling Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came out all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird &lt;/span&gt;when I tried to&lt;br /&gt;post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And now you may or may not wonder what&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk later, when I'm not leaving for lunch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4042548244329545320?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4042548244329545320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4042548244329545320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4042548244329545320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4042548244329545320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-response-to-masses-whove-asked.html' title='In response to the masses who&apos;ve asked....'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-6028544603022914019</id><published>2008-06-24T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:43:04.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critical care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SheSpeaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Amazing'/><title type='text'>SheSpeaks was great, and then there's my real life. :&gt;)</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't had even a moment to figure out what I really got out of the&lt;br /&gt;conference I attended this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing was in Michigan racing his motorcycle,&lt;br /&gt;and my dear friend was here with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he did bring home both first and second place trophies,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing also brought home a sling and some pain medication,&lt;br /&gt;you know... "souvenirs" from his stay in the critical care unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got broken collar bone, a few broken ribs, and a small&lt;br /&gt;puncture in his left lung. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing.  He's really hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mr. Amazing sat in the hospital, I made my way through&lt;br /&gt;flight delays and crazy weather from North Carolina to Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent coming home from Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;Today was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to plow my way through laundry, our regular weekly&lt;br /&gt;commitments, and my new "nurse" duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll catch up and have something to say about&lt;br /&gt;the conference, but right now my brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love, my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-6028544603022914019?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6028544603022914019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=6028544603022914019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6028544603022914019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6028544603022914019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/shespeaks-was-great-and-then-theres-my.html' title='SheSpeaks was great, and then there&apos;s my real life. :&gt;)'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-8781138100719966888</id><published>2008-06-18T06:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:54:02.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come Together'/><title type='text'>Lyrics, courtesy of Queen B</title><content type='html'>Queen B sings:&lt;br /&gt;"Din-gle, din-gle, baby to-night with a belt on my side...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation (sing with us if you can):&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; talking about American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Moto K forced me to download a bunch of songs&lt;br /&gt;from this season, so we've been listening to them&lt;br /&gt;in the car for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been so impressed at how Queen B can sing right&lt;br /&gt;along with Jason, David C., Brooke, Carly, even Chikezie.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that all the contestants had the words wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...&lt;br /&gt;When Queen B tries to sing Carly's version of &lt;em&gt;Come Together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the  "I know you, you know me, one thing  I can tell you..."&lt;br /&gt;comes out a bit Barney-ish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you, you know me, one thing I can tell you is&lt;br /&gt;you've got to be free.... with a great big hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;from me to you... right now....... OVER ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on! :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-8781138100719966888?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8781138100719966888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=8781138100719966888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8781138100719966888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8781138100719966888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/lyrics-courtesy-of-queen-b.html' title='Lyrics, courtesy of Queen B'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4024871802441206693</id><published>2008-06-17T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:26:50.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHE SPEAKS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Amazing'/><title type='text'>In 2 days I leave for SHE SPEAKS!</title><content type='html'>It's a  writers' conference. Well, it's a writer's conference.&lt;br /&gt;AND it's a writers' conference.  It's both. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. I'm nervous. Intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;Scared out of my mind.... but looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that all will be well as my little family spreads&lt;br /&gt;out all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids will be home with my most wonderful friend, Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing will be off somewhere on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;(It's a really important event, y'all... it's not like he could just&lt;br /&gt;NOT go.... I mean, really....what are you insinuating?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those others attending the conference... I'm praying for you&lt;br /&gt;and yours!  See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4024871802441206693?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4024871802441206693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4024871802441206693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4024871802441206693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4024871802441206693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-2-days-i-leave-for-she-speaks.html' title='In 2 days I leave for SHE SPEAKS!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-3881279387909956984</id><published>2008-06-13T09:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:21:54.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIXTEEN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed of roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informance policy'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to us..... SIXTEEN YEARS!!!</title><content type='html'>We had some plans for this weekend, but now they've&lt;br /&gt;changed. They weren't really romantic or anniversary-ish,&lt;br /&gt;anyway. (Last year we sided the house... woooo....S-T-E-A-M-Y!!!)&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Michigan...now we're just going&lt;br /&gt;to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the last decade of the previous century began&lt;br /&gt;(December, 1990)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing asked me to marry him. I said&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, fine, whatever...."&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, that's not really what I said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on June 13 of 1992, we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Flag Day. We purposely scheduled it&lt;br /&gt;that way (not really).&lt;br /&gt;See, then, if the flags are out we'll know we've&lt;br /&gt;missed it.&lt;br /&gt;We never HAVE missed it. But, you know... just in case.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like a little insurance policy.&lt;br /&gt;(Insurance? Knowing you've missed it?&lt;br /&gt;More of an &lt;em&gt;informance&lt;/em&gt; policy, if there is such a thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate....&lt;br /&gt;in the past SIXTEEN years we've moved all over the country&lt;br /&gt;enjoying scenery and collecting children (kidding, but&lt;br /&gt;had to say it anyway, since our kids WERE born on&lt;br /&gt;different continents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now find ourselves living just a few blocks&lt;br /&gt;from our first home together, which is also just&lt;br /&gt;across the street from where Mr.Amazing's mama laid his&lt;br /&gt;little tiny infant head on his first night home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been married so long that the babies at our wedding&lt;br /&gt;are now graduating from high school. Unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;Stop the clock right now!&lt;br /&gt;(Deep breath! I can NOT afford to get all emotional&lt;br /&gt;about the passage of time today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; to say we've survived SIXTEEN years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;strong&gt;committed&lt;/strong&gt;, or need to be.&lt;br /&gt;We're in love and/or too &lt;strong&gt;stubborn&lt;/strong&gt; to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't always been a bed of roses. I don't mind. Roses&lt;br /&gt;are &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;, but they &lt;strong&gt;don't smell good&lt;/strong&gt;. Not to mention the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thorns&lt;/strong&gt;. Come to think of it, maybe it HAS been a bed of&lt;br /&gt;roses. :&gt;) I joke, I joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Mr. Amazing, I want you to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I STILL DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-3881279387909956984?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3881279387909956984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=3881279387909956984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3881279387909956984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3881279387909956984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary-to-us-sixteen-years.html' title='Happy Anniversary to us..... SIXTEEN YEARS!!!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-7338399929693438746</id><published>2008-06-12T19:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:14:59.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embed video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogariffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeeDee&apos;s blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><title type='text'>This makes me laugh REALLY hard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EDIT:  APOLOGIZING FOR MY CONTINUED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;RANDOMNESS.  I CERTAINLY COULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PUT THIS POST TOGETHER IN A WAY THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WOULD HAVE MADE MORE SENSE TO EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ELSE.  OF COURSE, IT MADE PERFECT SENSE TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;UNTIL I TRIED TO GO BACK AND READ IT AS "YOU".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SO... TO SUMMARIZE...THE VIDEO IS A COMEDIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PORTRAYAL OF A WACKY HOMESCHOOL FAMILY.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I BLATANTLY STOLE IT FROM ANOTHER BLOG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AND SO ON...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BUT THE ORIG. POST READ LIKE THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing to admit: Blog envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for envy: Haven't yet learned to use all features availabe to&lt;br /&gt;enhance blogging experience for self and readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to really be sad about: Others being more awesomer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more blogariffic than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content to: Just be myself until such time as I am able to achieve&lt;br /&gt;a higher level of awesomeness &amp;amp; blogariffawhateveritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched today: YouTube video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-HL2sFX8RA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-HL2sFX8RA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Title of this post is also the link!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I saw it: Embedded in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's name: DeeDee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it made me feel: Rapid breathing, hysterical laughter, difficulty&lt;br /&gt;controlling spontaneous urination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might enjoy reading: The "Best Of" posts on DeeDee's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiddledeedee.net/best-of-fiddledeedee/"&gt;http://fiddledeedee.net/best-of-fiddledeedee/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'll do to combat my envy: Eat some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effectiveness level of my plan: Completely ineffective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel about having an ineffective plan: Willing to accept it and&lt;br /&gt;get on to the part about the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-7338399929693438746?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-HL2sFX8RA' title='This makes me laugh REALLY hard!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7338399929693438746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=7338399929693438746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7338399929693438746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7338399929693438746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-makes-me-laugh-really-hard.html' title='This makes me laugh REALLY hard!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-160364432928208732</id><published>2008-06-07T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:16:55.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifelock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cockeyed.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So-So Security'/><title type='text'>Do you shred pre-approved credit applications?</title><content type='html'>Do you tear them up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you just throw them away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be interested to read the post below from&lt;br /&gt;cockeyed.com.&lt;br /&gt;The author shredded, taped back together, and changed&lt;br /&gt;the address on one of his own pre-approved applications.&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave a cell phone number so he wouldn't have to&lt;br /&gt;be at his home number when he called to activate the card.&lt;br /&gt;How convenient (for a CRIMINAL!), right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Link takes you to page 1 . At the bottom of each page is a link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that takes you to the next page to continue reading.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cockeyed.com/citizen/creditcard/application.shtml"&gt;http://www.cockeyed.com/citizen/creditcard/application.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get pre-approved offers, I generally try to mutilate&lt;br /&gt;the address and my name, then just tear up the rest.&lt;br /&gt;This method would be ineffective, though, if someone were&lt;br /&gt;to find something else in the bag with my name and address or&lt;br /&gt;actually steal garbage FROM my address, thereby knowing the&lt;br /&gt;address from whence it came. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not an advertisement for this service, just talking about&lt;br /&gt;something.... :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've recently purchased LIFELOCK coverage for all four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifelock.com/"&gt;http://www.lifelock.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. All four of us. Because, the way I see it, for just over&lt;br /&gt;$2 a month &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I entered promo code RD3 when I signed up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we got a discount!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting to ensure that some creepo won't get ahold&lt;br /&gt;of any of our So-So Security numbers. Imagine the damage&lt;br /&gt;a criminal could do to a child's credit (undetected) before&lt;br /&gt;they ever reach adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a long time for a creepo to be&lt;br /&gt;out there wreaking havoc, would it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, LIFELOCK is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;completely foolproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Link to article about its failings here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080522/ap_on_hi_te/identity_fraud_flap"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080522/ap_on_hi_te/identity_fraud_flap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; is completely foolproof.&lt;br /&gt;Because the is "absolutely confident" of their services, he has&lt;br /&gt;his So-So number listed on the LIFELOCK website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't plan on publishing any of our So-So numbers,&lt;br /&gt;odds of that NOT happening to us are a bit better. So while&lt;br /&gt;I'm not absolutely confident, I'm pretty confident in their services&lt;br /&gt;in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's credit card number was recently stolen and used online.&lt;br /&gt;The thief 's charges were approved. Her credit card company actually&lt;br /&gt;declined one of her actual charges and questioned her about another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I heard, it was expected that all would work out, that she wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have to pay for the fraudulent charges. But it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;There were thousands of dollars in available credit on that card!&lt;br /&gt;We talked about services like LIFELOCK. She was going to look into it.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what she decided to do. Her experience prompted me to just&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and do something I've been thinking about doing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about LIFELOCK in the link. I'm not asking you&lt;br /&gt;to use LIFELOCK... just telling you that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not asking you dispose of your pre-approved credit card&lt;br /&gt;applications in any certain way. I'm just saying that what I thought&lt;br /&gt;was an ok method may not have been. But I won't even really have&lt;br /&gt;to worry about that anymore, since one of the things the service is&lt;br /&gt;supposed to do is stop pre-approved offers from coming in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done rambling about that now.&lt;br /&gt;What's for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-160364432928208732?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/160364432928208732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=160364432928208732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/160364432928208732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/160364432928208732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-shred-pre-approved-credit.html' title='Do you shred pre-approved credit applications?'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4160073559289068001</id><published>2008-06-06T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:36:01.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moto K caught a fish!</title><content type='html'>It has been reported that Moto K recently caught a bass&lt;br /&gt;with an approximate length of 346 inches.  This, of course,&lt;br /&gt; is an extreme exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;That's what we've been told all fishermen do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we DO have a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the picture, it appears to be about 9 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moto K reports using a rubber minnow as bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so very proud, and we thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;br /&gt;We said "Good day."&lt;br /&gt;Hang up now.&lt;br /&gt;Hang up.&lt;br /&gt;You hang up first.&lt;br /&gt;K, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4160073559289068001?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4160073559289068001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4160073559289068001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4160073559289068001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4160073559289068001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/moto-k-caught-fish.html' title='Moto K caught a fish!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-3122794764686649747</id><published>2008-06-06T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:31:05.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moto K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swiveling kitchen chairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon Says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chairs on wheels'/><title type='text'>Sit &amp; Spin</title><content type='html'>Queen B recently discovered the Sit &amp;amp; Spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've owned it for years, but I've managed to keep it hidden.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was purchased at a garage sale&lt;br /&gt;or given to us when Moto K was just a tiny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those toys you can't put away very well&lt;br /&gt;without putting it somewhere out of the way&lt;br /&gt;where it is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, since it's been out I've spent at least&lt;br /&gt;some of the time wishing it was still forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I transferred clothes to the dryer from the washer&lt;br /&gt;Queen B had her first few Sit &amp;amp; Spin rides just outside&lt;br /&gt;the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She entered the laundry room breathless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB: What's it called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sit &amp;amp; Spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB: Sit &amp;amp; Spin &amp;amp; Fall Off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (chuckling) No, Sit &amp;amp; Spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB: (determined to get this straight) Sit &amp;amp; Spin &amp;amp; Fall Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, just Sit &amp;amp; Spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB: (frowing, disgusted, walking away) Well.... I fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He-he-he......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, in attempt to REALLY impress Moto K,&lt;br /&gt;she decided to test the item's versatility as&lt;br /&gt;a Stand &amp;amp; Spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proved to be a bad idea, as demonstrated&lt;br /&gt;by the launching of Queen B from said item into&lt;br /&gt;Superman-style flight. (Great if you're a super&lt;br /&gt;hero, not so great if the door frame of the laundry&lt;br /&gt;room is near where your face is fixin' to land.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen newer versions of the Sit &amp;amp; Spin online.&lt;br /&gt;They have all sorts of bells &amp;amp; whistles.&lt;br /&gt;They don't get very good reviews, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have no personal experience with this,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to just go ahead and say that the&lt;br /&gt;new/improved versions are probably not as good&lt;br /&gt;as the original.&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible to make the experience&lt;br /&gt;of spinning until you want to puke better for a kid&lt;br /&gt;by adding lights and sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I was happy spinning while sitting on wheeled,&lt;br /&gt;swiveling kitchen chairs. (Disclaimer: Spinning on&lt;br /&gt;said chairs was strictly forbidden, but moms and&lt;br /&gt;grandmas have to go potty or run out to the mailbox&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIME!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this particular version most laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2264825"&gt;http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2264825&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As IF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon is NOT the boss of me. I have a feeling Queen B would&lt;br /&gt;have a similar point of view. Guess we'll stick with the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;Saw an ad for a garage sale down the street. Guess what they have...&lt;br /&gt;swiveling kitchen chairs on wheels, baby!! :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**H**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-3122794764686649747?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3122794764686649747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=3122794764686649747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3122794764686649747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3122794764686649747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/06/sit-spin.html' title='Sit &amp; Spin'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-6524932366764741001</id><published>2008-05-30T08:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:10:23.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windy City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Cook'/><title type='text'>I've been asleep since Tuesday night...what'd I miss?</title><content type='html'>The kids and I were traveling from Tuesday to Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;covering ground from the Windy City to the Ozarks,&lt;br /&gt;to David Cook's hometown, and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed every night we were gone. &lt;br /&gt;Really, I did.  I slept, I think.  I&lt;br /&gt; didn't feel completely exhausted on the trip.  But... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done just about nothing except sleep&lt;br /&gt;and take care of my kids (between naps) since I've been home.&lt;br /&gt;What's in the air out there?!?  I mean, REALLY!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm home. I feel more rested. I'm starting&lt;br /&gt;to come around.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-6524932366764741001?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6524932366764741001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=6524932366764741001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6524932366764741001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6524932366764741001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-asleep-since-tuesday.html' title='I&apos;ve been asleep since Tuesday night...what&apos;d I miss?'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-7281549281392400283</id><published>2008-05-18T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:43:29.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walgreen&apos;s + Mr. KIDDING ME + coupons + my &quot;public&quot; + checkout'/><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T at the C-H-E-C-K-O-U-T</title><content type='html'>:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you hate to be behind.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a problem, I'll have it.   If it's not that&lt;br /&gt;the item is priced incorrectly, the cashier will jam&lt;br /&gt;the register tape.  Or the computer won't like&lt;br /&gt;my coupon.  Or... whatever will take a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all my groceries to be stacked on the belt&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE the cashier begins ringing.  There are&lt;br /&gt;a couple different reasons for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  There's a strange sensory thing that happens&lt;br /&gt;to me when I'm trying to place groceries on a&lt;br /&gt;moving belt.  I get so stressed out!  I start to sweat&lt;br /&gt;and everything.  Woe to the person who tries to carry&lt;br /&gt;on a conversation with me WHILE the groceries are&lt;br /&gt;moving.  Paper or plastic?  I don't know, lady, just put&lt;br /&gt;the stuff in a bag and turn off that moving belt thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;* I usually shop very carefully, so I like to watch the prices&lt;br /&gt;as they ring up.  It helps me catch problems as they occur&lt;br /&gt;instead of having to scrutinize the receipt later&lt;br /&gt;(which I still sometimes do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel bad when I've shopped so carefully that I have&lt;br /&gt;coupons for just about every item I'm buying and someone&lt;br /&gt;in a hurry gets in line behind me.  I mean, I shouldn't feel&lt;br /&gt;bad, but I do. I just do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are understanding, but some are downright&lt;br /&gt;rude.  I'll admit that sometimes it's entertaining to be me,&lt;br /&gt;though.  Even at the checkout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a common scenario that plays out over and over&lt;br /&gt;again, usually with a big, burly... MANLY man behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll use tonight's incident as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Walgreen's.  It was closing time.  All the customers&lt;br /&gt;left in the store, including me, were making their way to the&lt;br /&gt;front of the store with their final purchases.  The cashiers&lt;br /&gt;from the camera and cosmetic departments had already&lt;br /&gt;clocked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two separate transactions I needed to do.  While trying&lt;br /&gt;to get the two orders separated correctly and keep coupons&lt;br /&gt;straight for each order, I was aware of a line forming behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was coming when I saw the guy walk up, two places&lt;br /&gt;behind me in the line.  To no one in particular, he growled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Are you @#$%^&amp;amp;* KIDDING ME&lt;/em&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he apologized for saying that out loud. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;BTW... he was buying Nicorette gum.  "Maybe he's having&lt;br /&gt;his own brand of checkout anxiety," I thought,  "I should just&lt;br /&gt;ignore him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cashier rang up my first order, then my coupons, leaving me&lt;br /&gt;with a total of 96 cents due, Mr. &lt;em&gt;KIDDING ME&lt;/em&gt; was transformed&lt;br /&gt;from a grouchy guy in need of a piece of Nicorette to an interested&lt;br /&gt;spectator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed and said, "Well, she's doing it right... coming in late at night&lt;br /&gt;to get this stuff done......."  still watching me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people joined the growing line behind us, Mr. &lt;em&gt;KIDDING ME &lt;/em&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;respond to their sighs and groans with "Naw, it's alright... she's almost&lt;br /&gt;done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, almost lightheartedly,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, do you have coupons for all of our [stuff]?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him and said..... "maybe...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the cashier deducted my coupons, bringing my total down from&lt;br /&gt;$35.98 to $5.09, my fan club grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a newcomer to the line asked "Are we going to be here all night?",&lt;br /&gt;my new friend, Mr. &lt;em&gt;KIDDING ME&lt;/em&gt; answered on my behalf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just don't worry about it!  Stand back and let that woman DO&lt;br /&gt;what she's got to DO!... besides, she's done now.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I gathered my things, smiled at my "public" and bade&lt;br /&gt;them all a good night.&lt;br /&gt;They returned my "goodnight", and several asked me to&lt;br /&gt;"have a good one"  or "take it easy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them asked me to clip more coupons, though.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-7281549281392400283?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7281549281392400283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=7281549281392400283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7281549281392400283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7281549281392400283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/r-e-s-p-e-c-t-at-c-h-e-c-k-o-u-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T at the C-H-E-C-K-O-U-T'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4686048636538955556</id><published>2008-05-18T01:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:39:59.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Fat Check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toaster oven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target gift card'/><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement - Big Fat Check from Ebates!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIG FAT CHECK&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ebates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for just over &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$125.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sometime in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;with the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;$40 in Target gift cards&lt;/span&gt; they also sent me...&lt;br /&gt;well, those have been transformed into a new&lt;br /&gt;toaster oven that appears to be quite capable of incinerating&lt;br /&gt;a piece of bread.  I don't want to discuss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to discuss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ebates&lt;/span&gt; check thing, though.  They're doing&lt;br /&gt;the double sign-up bonus again.  If you haven't signed up yet and would&lt;br /&gt;like to do so, post a comment here so I can email my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;signup&lt;/span&gt; link to you.&lt;br /&gt;(I don't use the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gonnacallit&lt;/span&gt;" email address for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ebates&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool.  It's pretty easy... and I'm getting a big fat check.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4686048636538955556?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4686048636538955556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4686048636538955556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4686048636538955556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4686048636538955556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/public-service-announcement-big-fat.html' title='Public Service Announcement - Big Fat Check from Ebates!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4056787691844422269</id><published>2008-05-18T01:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:30:14.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything and Nothing to say</title><content type='html'>When I have nothing to say but insist on talking anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm very likely to say something weird.&lt;br /&gt;Or something that entertains me completely but&lt;br /&gt;leaves others scratching their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babillion&lt;/span&gt; things to say, then decided&lt;br /&gt;against saying them because of their non-importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Babillion&lt;/span&gt;" is a number that is&lt;br /&gt;not talked about much, on account of getting&lt;br /&gt;over-shadowed by its more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biggerer&lt;/span&gt; relative,&lt;br /&gt;"Go-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jillion&lt;/span&gt;", who is often referred to as "Ga-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jillion&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;normous&lt;/span&gt; numbers, and neither should be&lt;br /&gt;confused with "Ba-zillion"and/or "Ga-zillion",&lt;br /&gt;because those are like completely different numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now you're thanking God that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;YOUR math teacher, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just skip to the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4056787691844422269?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4056787691844422269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4056787691844422269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4056787691844422269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4056787691844422269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/everything-and-nothing-to-say.html' title='Everything and Nothing to say'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-1907213318651817576</id><published>2008-05-09T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:17:40.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I know... it didn't make sense to anyone but me.</title><content type='html'>My apologies for the BEDAZZLE post.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt; I know.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't funny to you, and it didn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the worsterest part about it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't delete it.&lt;br /&gt;Because it makes me giggle at me.&lt;br /&gt;Self-indulgent?&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Self-serving?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo..... more later about something else.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm going to go digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-1907213318651817576?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1907213318651817576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=1907213318651817576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1907213318651817576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1907213318651817576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-i-know-it-didnt-make-sense-to-anyone.html' title='Ok, I know... it didn&apos;t make sense to anyone but me.'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5495715438531773736</id><published>2008-05-08T23:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:25:13.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedazzler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedazzle'/><title type='text'>For your bedazzlement....</title><content type='html'>Perhaps you've noticed I haven't been around for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have not. This isn't about whether or not you've missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. It's about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bedazzling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the sake of argument, let's say you HAVE missed me.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't actually say it out loud, I'm going to pretend&lt;br /&gt;you have. Then I'm going to talk to you like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I think I'm someone special,&lt;br /&gt;or that I think you think it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, by the way, though, God &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; make me special.&lt;br /&gt;And He loves me very much. Bob and Larry told me about&lt;br /&gt;it and I choose to acknowledge the probability that they are&lt;br /&gt;correct.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also choose to acknowledge that some folks may just feel&lt;br /&gt;sheer annoyance toward me. Perhaps a select few experience&lt;br /&gt;alternating feelings of absolute delight and debilitating anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with an occasional foray into the realm of bedazzlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedazzlement, bedazzling, bedazzle. Let's think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daz&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. to impress forcefully, esp. so as to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make oblivious to faults or shortcomings:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Audiences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;were bedazzled by her charm. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. to dazzle so as to blind or confuse: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The glare of the headlights bedazzled him. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;to add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gaudy&lt;/span&gt; little plastic shiny things to your&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;clothing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in effort to .... (see definition #2, above).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Why pay$250 for bejeweled jeans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bedazzle your own favorite pair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They look better, feel better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and sparkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with your own Bedazzling style?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now THAT'S a winner!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm sure it IS a winner. But I can't really say, since&lt;br /&gt;I never owned a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bedazzler&lt;/span&gt;. My parents said I didn't need one.&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh...admitting they were probably right, ... sigh again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do kind of wonder... how might I be different&lt;br /&gt;today if I'd gotten all my bedazzling done as a child??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Please don't go buy me a Bedazzler. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bedazzler&lt;/span&gt; now, though I like&lt;br /&gt;to think of myself as&lt;br /&gt;one who dabbles in bedazzlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun, though, you could go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bedazzler's&lt;/span&gt; website and hear their&lt;br /&gt;funny infomercial. The title to this post is the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming out today. Thanks for playing our game.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and gaudy glittery things that distract your eyes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5495715438531773736?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mybedazzler.com/?cid=469329' title='For your bedazzlement....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5495715438531773736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5495715438531773736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5495715438531773736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5495715438531773736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-your-bedazzlement.html' title='For your bedazzlement....'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-2856744144057438379</id><published>2008-05-04T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:50:28.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen B, again</title><content type='html'>Translated from Queen B speak to English, to save your brain cells:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well this is just great! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how to know ANY of this stuff !"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saaaaaaaaammme&lt;/span&gt; way about 60 % of the time, Ms. B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she misunderstood what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just read a Dora book to her. This girl LOVES Dora. I mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;REALLLY&lt;/span&gt; loves Dora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I read a book, then she takes it from my hands and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Now I will read it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, as she took it from my hands she didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed we were just doing our normal thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Now, YOU read to Mommy like I just read to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a VERY upsetting thing for me to say, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a child looking pitiful. Hopeless, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crossed the room, flopped into the chair, held out her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in utter disbelief at the hand life had just dealt her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said.... &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Well, this is just great!......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of doing that to us, doesn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe we sometimes misunderstand what we've been&lt;br /&gt;asked to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-2856744144057438379?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2856744144057438379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=2856744144057438379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2856744144057438379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2856744144057438379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/queen-b-again.html' title='Queen B, again'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-6737099496763869648</id><published>2008-05-04T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:38:17.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat chips'/><title type='text'>Advice to Little Bear from Queen B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Queen B is kicked back on the couch,&lt;br /&gt;eating "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat chips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (Bugles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's watching Little Bear. Little Bear was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to go to sleep, but he wants to see the sun come up&lt;br /&gt;like Father Bear does when he's out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Little Bear asks for a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;A goodnight kiss.&lt;br /&gt;For Mother Bear to come back because he didn't kiss her BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hot, he's thirsty, he's not sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;he's got all kinds of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen B, between chip chomps says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ohhhh tum on, awready!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He need to twit jat-tin' awound and doe to SLEEEEEP !"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't read phonetic Queen B speak well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come on already. He needs to quit jacking around and go to SLEEEEP!":&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-nonsense.  That's Queen B.  Well, there is SOME nonsense, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but mostly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Little Bear would do well to take a lesson or two......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-6737099496763869648?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6737099496763869648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=6737099496763869648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6737099496763869648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/6737099496763869648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/advice-to-little-bear-from-queen-b.html' title='Advice to Little Bear from Queen B'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-7251947734806410283</id><published>2008-05-02T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:58:29.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hippos and Marvin...courtesy of Moto K</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking of all the things I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Moto K cleared my entire head with one&lt;br /&gt;little phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When can we EAT?!?  I'm a HUNGRY MARVIN !! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm laughing so hard I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there's a STARVING HIPPO around here&lt;br /&gt;that also needs my attention! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-7251947734806410283?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7251947734806410283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=7251947734806410283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7251947734806410283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7251947734806410283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-hippos-and-marvincourtesy-of-moto-k.html' title='Of Hippos and Marvin...courtesy of Moto K'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-2208140379183518902</id><published>2008-04-30T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:49:59.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Blazingpants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moderate Exaggeration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liaring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Tattling on Sister Happiness, part II (Read part I first, DUH!)</title><content type='html'>So, anyway, like I was saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Happiness had to slam on her brakes.&lt;br /&gt;(You remember... it was because of that guy&lt;br /&gt;who did a second yield for the purpose of&lt;br /&gt;floral observation and she was none too happy&lt;br /&gt;about that. Are you with me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the slamming of the brakes, much to the&lt;br /&gt;amazement and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointedness&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eggie&lt;/span&gt; and Meggie Happiness, who happen&lt;br /&gt;to just be innocent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bysitters&lt;/span&gt; in this unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;situation, Sister Happiness yelled . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;" IDIOT !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I know, Mom and Dad, I know... I'm just as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;disappointed as you are. But wait, it gets worse!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, yeah, about the amazement and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Happinesses&lt;/span&gt;... well, they told her that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IDIOT was a bad word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But guess what she said. It wasn't good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"No, Mommy Happiness didn't say a bad word."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"That guy's NAME is &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Idiot&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was just calling him by his NAME, &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Idiot&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I can say is, she might have gotten away with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it this time.... but I hope you have a talk with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If she keeps this up, we'll have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;change her name to Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blazingpants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want that, and I don't think you do either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please handle this right away! Do it for the children! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Some of the stuff in this story might have been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;exaggerated, because I happen to have already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;earned my badge for Moderate Exaggeration, so I'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at liberty to do so. That's not at all like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;liaring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so totally different you won't even recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-2208140379183518902?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2208140379183518902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=2208140379183518902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2208140379183518902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2208140379183518902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/tattling-on-sister-happiness-part-ii.html' title='Tattling on Sister Happiness, part II (Read part I first, DUH!)'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-7392892561853794344</id><published>2008-04-30T09:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:28:45.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YIELD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floral observation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattling'/><title type='text'>Tattling on Sister Happiness, part I</title><content type='html'>To the parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something I have to tell you.  And I'm only saying this&lt;br /&gt;because I love you and I know you'd want to know what&lt;br /&gt;bad things your daughter is doing. I love to break it to you,&lt;br /&gt;but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sister Happiness is saying bad words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;in front of her kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;and then lying to them about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, um, there was this guy who, um,&lt;br /&gt;was in a car in front of her car...&lt;br /&gt;and, um... well, he was yielding at the&lt;br /&gt;YIELD sign .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, um... Sister Happiness was behind him&lt;br /&gt;yielding for him to be done so she could have&lt;br /&gt;her turn to yield at the YIELD sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that guy did yield but then decided to&lt;br /&gt;proceed with caution out into the stream of&lt;br /&gt;traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he yielded again because apparently ...&lt;br /&gt;(unless Sister Happiness is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;liaring&lt;/span&gt; to me about it,&lt;br /&gt;because I don't know if I can trust someone who&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;liaring&lt;/span&gt; to their kids about bad words)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, um, where was I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, um... so that guy stopped&lt;br /&gt;proceeding and was having another round&lt;br /&gt;of yielding.  Guess why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of according to Sister Happiness that&lt;br /&gt;guy was deciding right there in mid-acceleration&lt;br /&gt;that he would yield to look at ....FLOWERS, of all&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you know Sister Happiness, you realize that&lt;br /&gt;waiting for her very own turn to yield while the guy&lt;br /&gt; in front of her does two yields for the purpose of&lt;br /&gt;floral observation is not something she's going to tolerate well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-7392892561853794344?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7392892561853794344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=7392892561853794344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7392892561853794344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7392892561853794344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/tattling-on-sister-happiness-part-i.html' title='Tattling on Sister Happiness, part I'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-3532056282215504040</id><published>2008-04-28T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:55:54.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great idea to save money: Stay home! In theory, I love it!</title><content type='html'>I've linked the title of this post to one of my favorite&lt;br /&gt;blogs to read, Money Saving Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorites, actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/"&gt;http://www.moneysavingmom.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblicalwomanhoodonline.com/"&gt;http://www.biblicalwomanhoodonline.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are both authored by Crystal Paine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read her helpful tips. I usually get my&lt;br /&gt;shopping lists for CVS and Walgreens&lt;br /&gt;from her site (some of which come from other sites....&lt;br /&gt;us "frug-ies" like to share!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Crystal posted about how staying home can&lt;br /&gt;save you lots of money, help reduce clutter, help you&lt;br /&gt;get things done, create time for you to do things you&lt;br /&gt;enjoy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much easier to stay home when&lt;br /&gt;we lived in the middle of nowhere. But I really&lt;br /&gt;should try to do it more. Crystal makes it sound like&lt;br /&gt;so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember staying home? I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Crystal reminded us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and... not that anyone cares... but here's a recent&lt;br /&gt;chain of events in my frugal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Someone named Crista posted on a homeschooling board&lt;br /&gt;about Crystal Paine's e-book on grocery shopping savings being&lt;br /&gt;discounted for that day only (back in January).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I checked it out... bought Crystal's e-book. Listened.&lt;br /&gt;Got inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shopped like a madwoman, learned how to "do CVS"&lt;br /&gt;and how to "do Walgreens", thus coming away with&lt;br /&gt;a gigantic amount of product for not a gigantic amount of&lt;br /&gt;dough! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Got inspired some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Started reading Dave Ramsey's "Total Money Makeover"&lt;br /&gt;because Crystal was always talking about her financial&lt;br /&gt;goals on Money Saving Mom.... I just had to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Got inspired some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Starting putting together a plan for the steps necessary&lt;br /&gt;for us to become debt free. (It won't be a short trip.... but&lt;br /&gt;at least we've begun now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... thanks, Crista... thanks Crystal...&lt;br /&gt;thanks cashiers at CVS and Walgreens......&lt;br /&gt;thanks God,&lt;br /&gt;hello girls in the balcony,&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-3532056282215504040?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.moneysavingmom.com/2008/04/less-is-more-part-2.html' title='Great idea to save money: Stay home! In theory, I love it!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3532056282215504040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=3532056282215504040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3532056282215504040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3532056282215504040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-idea-to-save-money-stay-home-in.html' title='Great idea to save money: Stay home! In theory, I love it!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-7284174169741401112</id><published>2008-04-26T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:30:00.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, have I been, like, majorly absent, or WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>I thought the last couple of weeks were no-brainers.&lt;br /&gt;Until I met this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost a friend in an accident this week.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't someone we saw on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;The loss isn't any less, though.&lt;br /&gt;A friend, a son, a husband, a dad.... and so on.....&lt;br /&gt;gone before we were ready.&lt;br /&gt;We're never ready to lose someone, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending love and prayers to Jim's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two teeth pulled on Thursday. Dr. Dentist assures me that&lt;br /&gt;the bridge I'm getting will completely clear up any issues I had&lt;br /&gt;in this area of my mouth, and my go-jillion other little fillings&lt;br /&gt;that need to be done will happily wait until January '09...&lt;br /&gt;when I have more insurance money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;Splendid. Fabulous. I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moto K has classes with the homeschool group for 2 more Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for that to be over for this year.&lt;br /&gt;"School" isn't over, but Mondays will be less hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. did I mention that Moto K started guitar lessons this past week?&lt;br /&gt;According to both his mother and his instructor, there is suspicion&lt;br /&gt;that the boy is a musical genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask that you don't repeat this little tidbit&lt;br /&gt;until we've been given a proper amount of time to verify.&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's just suspicion at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, it's Saturday. We're going to a birthday party today.&lt;br /&gt;Queen B insists that there will be fireworks and races there.&lt;br /&gt;And that we'll be sleeping in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she is confusing this little jaunt to H&amp;amp;H's house&lt;br /&gt;with a trip to Indy for motocross races.&lt;br /&gt;What goes ON in the mind of a 2 year old?!?! :&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-7284174169741401112?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7284174169741401112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=7284174169741401112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7284174169741401112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/7284174169741401112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/dude-have-i-been-like-majorly-absent-or.html' title='Dude, have I been, like, majorly absent, or WHAT?!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-8017874102337876547</id><published>2008-04-19T23:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:24:55.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alabama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mustang'/><title type='text'>No-brainer</title><content type='html'>Not like "this is a no-brainer"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like "she's a no-brainer".  Meaning,  "she possesses no brain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of weeks, I have been rendered completely&lt;br /&gt;non-creative in my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not read, viewed, or participated in much that would&lt;br /&gt;add to my comedic repertoire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you consider Dave Ramsey's Total Money Makeover funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that I have oodles of coupons to sort and sales flyers to go through so I can get&lt;br /&gt;back to saving some money.  :&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't sorted, I haven't shopped. So I haven't spent.&lt;br /&gt;So money has been saved.  Or so it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just wait until there's nothing to wipe our bums with,&lt;br /&gt;though, and I have to pay full price for our T.P. because I missed the sale&lt;br /&gt;and let the coupons expire. &lt;br /&gt;THAT, my friends, is when the paper hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I heard today -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen B telling me she liked the "white car with yellow polka dots"  that we had in Alabama last week.  (We rented a white Mustang, and the pollen was SO bad all the cars looked like they were covered with yellow spray paint! .... BTW  and FYI...... Mustangs are NOT family-friendly cars.  Did I mention that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.... Moto K sang my praises (because I forced him to, which kind of cheapened the experience) because I found $21 he'd been missing in the laundry.  Guess where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told you, dork.  It was in the laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok, maybe you're not a dork.  But if you guessed that it was&lt;br /&gt;in the bottom of the TV box we're using as a dirty clothes hamper downstairs,&lt;br /&gt;you are right!&lt;br /&gt;Your prize for guessing correctly is............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the satisfaction you feel for having guessed correctly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to bed.  If  I plan on slaying and hilariating again anytime soon,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to get some more rest.  Or maybe I've had too much.&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do, what to do...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-8017874102337876547?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8017874102337876547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=8017874102337876547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8017874102337876547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8017874102337876547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-brainer.html' title='No-brainer'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-4692300621056558068</id><published>2008-04-12T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:12:45.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone South - Be Back Soon!</title><content type='html'>Visiting Sister Happiness in The South.  Please don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL - As if you were thinking of worrying.... :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moto K talked me into upgrading the car rental to a Mustang, not realizing&lt;br /&gt;a) due to his age, he's still stuck in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;b) even if he COULD sit up front, he'd be too short to see out the windows.&lt;br /&gt;(Well, there goes a whole bunch of cool, right Moto K?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen B has her own set of names for the people who live here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can say the given name of Sister Happiness with no trouble.&lt;br /&gt;But she prefers to call her cousins Eggie and Meggie, and refers to&lt;br /&gt;the husband of Sister Happiness as  "Your Friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a nice relaxing time.  Hope you are, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-4692300621056558068?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4692300621056558068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=4692300621056558068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4692300621056558068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/4692300621056558068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/gone-south-be-back-soon.html' title='Gone South - Be Back Soon!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-1008706816302138689</id><published>2008-04-08T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:30:57.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Correct-All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apostrophe abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Deck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video clip'/><title type='text'>Who knew there was a Mr. Correct-All ? We're NOT married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From a story on ABCNEWS (link above):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some of the littlest things are big to Jeff Deck, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who is traveling the country in search of mistakes. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's a freakish thing to want to go around&lt;br /&gt;correcting the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Jeff Deck and I are like-minded,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't have time to actually go and correct&lt;br /&gt;all publicly-displayed typographical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I just have to let it go. But I'm proud&lt;br /&gt;of Jeff, sort of. And I'm sort of wondering&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't really have some better things&lt;br /&gt;to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in spite of my love of correct spelling&lt;br /&gt;and my loathing of apostrophe abuse,&lt;br /&gt;there &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; more important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to watch the video clip of this story,&lt;br /&gt;please note that Jeff says near the end&lt;br /&gt;that it isn't his goal to make people feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been trying to explain&lt;br /&gt;to Mr. Amazing and others for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts and minds are seeking correctness,&lt;br /&gt;aren't they, Jeff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not our desire to see&lt;br /&gt;someone feeling bad about having&lt;br /&gt;"done it wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just want others to know the joy that&lt;br /&gt;is ours when we see things done correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have some sad news for you, Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;They don't care. At least that's what I've&lt;br /&gt;always been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't want to know when&lt;br /&gt;they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for trying, Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;You're so lucky.....&lt;br /&gt;you got to make a vacation of it, while&lt;br /&gt;I sit here in ugly pajamas, unable to do&lt;br /&gt;a single thing about the sign in my&lt;br /&gt;neighbors' yard that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ THE JACKSONS' ] *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily I wait, asking myself,&lt;br /&gt;"What do the Jacksons own?"&lt;br /&gt;"What redeeming noun will they place at the end of that sign?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks' have all the luck, Jeff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Please tell me you see the error in the above sentence. Please tell me you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to just throw it out there and not address it. But I can't have you thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm an apostrophe abuser. I just can't.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: In order to protect the "Jackson" family,&lt;br /&gt;their name has been changed here. :&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-1008706816302138689?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://abcnews.go.com/Travel/BusinessTravel/story?id=4593597&amp;page=1' title='Who knew there was a Mr. Correct-All ? We&apos;re NOT married!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1008706816302138689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=1008706816302138689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1008706816302138689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1008706816302138689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-knew-there-was-mr-correct-all-were.html' title='Who knew there was a Mr. Correct-All ? We&apos;re NOT married!'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-8687044822485890514</id><published>2008-04-03T10:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:52:58.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Correct-All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Correctal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subscribe'/><title type='text'>F. Y. I.  -  Dictionary.com  is a friend of mine</title><content type='html'>I just wanted you to know that though I do possess&lt;br /&gt;a decent level of skills where usage of the English&lt;br /&gt;language is concerned, I'm about to make&lt;br /&gt;a HUGE admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. It's been said. But let's not dwell on it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, Mr. Amazing has dubbed me "Correct-All" ,&lt;br /&gt;not to be confused with "Correctal", the laxative&lt;br /&gt;...or... maybe that's what he means.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... gonna have to ask about that one! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like I needed to confess,&lt;br /&gt;because I had to look up "haranguing" before I could&lt;br /&gt;commit to putting it over there to the left of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it? You should read that, and then click the&lt;br /&gt;"subscribe to" link. Go ahead. It won't hurt a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if I suddenly get funny in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of the night, you'll know first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that convenient?&lt;br /&gt;The things I do for you. Sheeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;br /&gt;*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a&gt;American Heritage Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/cite.html?qh=haranguing&amp;amp;ia=ahd4" target="_blank" minmax_bound="true"&gt;Cite This Source&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/haranguing#sharethis" minmax_bound="true"&gt;Share This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ha·rangue&lt;/span&gt; (hə-rāng') &lt;a class="pronkey" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://cache.lexico.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html" minmax_bound="true"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt; n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A long pompous speech&lt;/span&gt;, especially one delivered before a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A speech or piece of writing characterized by strong feeling or expression; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tirade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. ha·rangued, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ha·rangu·ing&lt;/span&gt;, ha·rangues v. intr. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To deliver a harangue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-8687044822485890514?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dictionary.reference.com/' title='F. 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I.  -  Dictionary.com  is a friend of mine'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-1570339621126869924</id><published>2008-04-01T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:54:51.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel About Coupons - Poetry</title><content type='html'>:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping my coupon poetry hidden from the non-couponing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over at Hot Coupon World, I've been cuttin' loose. (No cou-pun intended!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe you're ready for a sampling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself, Effie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There once was a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;from Nantucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;who kept her coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;in a bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When she went to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the cashier would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;did you CUT that coupon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;or PLUCK it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I should mention somewhere in here that I am WELL aware these are not actually that funny. I know, I know... but this is so entertaining for me. Can we keep going, just for a minute??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A girl once longed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for a coupon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to buy a jar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of Gray Poupon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But to her dismay,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her husband did say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Forget mustard -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;put the soup on!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found a coupon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Nantucket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the bottom of a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fish bait bucket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was for Colgate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that was free after rebate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it's not like I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;could just chuck it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-1570339621126869924?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1570339621126869924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=1570339621126869924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1570339621126869924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1570339621126869924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-i-feel-about-coupons-poetry.html' title='How I Feel About Coupons - Poetry'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-6732234439122748675</id><published>2008-04-01T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:05:37.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R_JkW3VEN8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0XcTwoTTweo/s1600-h/100_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184316465029068738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R_JkW3VEN8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0XcTwoTTweo/s320/100_0875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WANTED FOR STEALING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you'ns seent these here 2 PullUpian thieves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We'z offerin' a REward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in the amount of 24 cents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;which is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cost-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after coupons... of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;of the 2 now-missing PullUp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;garments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;These thieves are believed to be unarmed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and may only be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;partially c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lothed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Furthermore, they might be hungry, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please be cautious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-6732234439122748675?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6732234439122748675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the t-shirt will say. I'm guessing it will say ohshot&lt;br /&gt;but what do I know? :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am signing up for the allergy thingy from Enjoy Life Foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enjoylifefoods.com/kiwi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Request Form for Food Allergy and Intolerance Survival Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, "Momma"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-3199199661559309568?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://budgetdial.blogspot.com/search/label/freebies' title='Food Allergy &amp; Intolerance Survival Guide, Free T-shirt, and so on...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3199199661559309568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=3199199661559309568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3199199661559309568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3199199661559309568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-allergy-intolerance-survival-guide.html' title='Food Allergy &amp; Intolerance Survival Guide, Free T-shirt, and so on...'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-2184725697465805887</id><published>2008-04-01T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:04:48.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EBATES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, baby!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks, friends!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(If you're sick of hearing about it, skip this post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/help/how_ebates_works.htm?navigation_id=18452"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.ebates.com/help/how_ebates_works.htm?navigation_id=18452&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Someone was kind enough to share the info with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now it's my duty to share, dontcha know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you've been getting rebates all this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and never thought to let me in on your little secret.... &lt;strong&gt;shame on you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just a month and a half ago someone I didn't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;went to the trouble of explaining how if I signed up for EBATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and used her email address for referral, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then ordered at least $5 worth of something, we'd both get $10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Her suggestion was Old Navy... with the $5 shipping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;spend just over $5.... total just over $10... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and by May my item would be almost free.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't go that route, but WHAT I purchased isn't the point here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks to EBATES' double bonus offer that ended yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have about $130 coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And several of my friends have at least $10 coming back to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The girl who referred me has $10 coming back to her..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;isn't this FUN?!?! :&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My account total right now is $96.85. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And $30 in bonus Target gift cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Admittedly, I wouldn't have this much in my account if others hadn't signed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;From my purchases:  an Entertainment book for our area, a phone card, a pair of jeans, printer ink, a rental car when I go to Alabama, etc.... I've earned $11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;From referrals and referral bonuses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've "earned" about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$120&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In a month. From two emails&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm fairly certain EBATES will offer the double bonus again in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But if you just gotta get started now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;email me or post a comment here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and I'll give you the email address I use for EBATES referrals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(It's not the "gonnacallit" address.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For those who have already joined EBATES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whether long ago or just this month, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'd LOVE IT if you'd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;post your experiences here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inspire us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;When did you join?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are your favorite stores to shop through EBATES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Brag about your rebates!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* &lt;em&gt;How many people have YOU told about EBATES??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks for humoring me, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to go try and think of something funny to say now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love ya -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;** H **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-2184725697465805887?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2184725697465805887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=2184725697465805887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2184725697465805887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2184725697465805887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/04/ebates-baby-thanks-friends-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-8873072563383049334</id><published>2008-03-31T16:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:12:38.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/226/29117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.americanidol.com/photos/226/29117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/media/contestants/season7/finalists/david_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.americanidol.com/media/contestants/season7/finalists/david_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/media/contestants/season7/finalists/jason_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.americanidol.com/media/contestants/season7/finalists/jason_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my American Idol favorites (not necessarily in order) this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd show you, since that blue is so beautifully refreshing against the brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;background....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since I'm exhausted and have very little to actually say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really need them to win, because I want them to be free to be themselves after the tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry guys, but it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, yeah, um.... I like Brooke, Carly, and Ramiele, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** H **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-8873072563383049334?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8873072563383049334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=8873072563383049334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8873072563383049334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/8873072563383049334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-in-case-you-were-wondering-who-my.html' title=''/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-3767966602407865287</id><published>2008-03-27T10:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:08:37.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouthwash'/><title type='text'>Product review by Queen B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crest.com/products/images/shotsH/PHZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://www.crest.com/products/images/shotsH/PHZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following is Queen B's &lt;div&gt;unsolicited opinion of the efficacy of Crest Pro-Health Night rinse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way... it was FREE from CVS/pharmacy due to their fabulous Extracare Bucks program. Are you familiar? Do you CVS ? Check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/cvs/gateway/extracarehome"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/cvs/gateway/extracarehome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Please keep in mind... Queen B is a toddler. She's brutally honest without intent of malice.  In defense of the folks at Crest, this is just one toddler's opinion. Nothing more, nothing less.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Thursday morning, 7:00 a.m., CDST-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QB: You smell very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QB: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;waving fingers in front of her mouth&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In here, in your mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: You mean my breath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QB: Yesssssssss! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(contorting face to show displeasure)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Well, Missy, your breath smells bad in the morning, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QB: No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Yeah, it does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QB: No.... it's NOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I used mouthwash last night. It didn't help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB: NO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Well, you have a pippy&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(pacifier) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in your mouth at night, so you don't smell good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QB: YES I DO! A pippy smells good. Your washwash in your mouth is BAAAD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then she walked away. Apparently... we were done.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;con-vah-sation o-VAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Talk to the left, cuz you ain't right!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh... and if you're interested in more CVS info..... the link for Money Saving Mom's blog over on the left side of the page! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** H **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-3767966602407865287?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3767966602407865287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=3767966602407865287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3767966602407865287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3767966602407865287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/product-review-by-queen-b.html' title='Product review by Queen B'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-2281327521747925398</id><published>2008-03-27T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:21:15.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Give yourself permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;to be joyful in your incompetence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;domestic or otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** *** *** Contentment *** *** ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 4:12 (N I V)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have learned &lt;strong&gt;the secret of being content&lt;/strong&gt; in any and every situation, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is your to-do list overwhelming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mine is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Would it be ok if, say , for TODAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;we work our way through the to-do list  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;as life permits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and really, really TRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;not to let our failings over-shadow our joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What's robbing you of joy today?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Have you learned the secret of being content? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'd like to say that I have, but so often I struggle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm not wanting for things, but for perfection.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For completion of the never-ending list.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;as I fail miserably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm going to smile. And be joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll smile while I apologize to Mr. Amazing for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;not washing his favorite work shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll smile when the UPS man gets peanut butter on his hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;as he tries to open our front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll smile, be joyful, and think happy thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;about the storage room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;in all its disheveled glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll sing with glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For I know that some day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;at some time yet to be determined, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I really will hem those pants for Mr. Amazing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And bake a pie from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And..... wait... this is sounding like a list.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;think joyful thoughts... think joyful thoughts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Have a great day, y'all.   I've got to go..... I've got some smiling to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-2281327521747925398?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2281327521747925398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=2281327521747925398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2281327521747925398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2281327521747925398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/thought-for-day-give-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-2391984179771274496</id><published>2008-03-24T15:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:44:04.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paying bills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late fee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad coupon skills'/><title type='text'>Penny Wise, Dollar Ridiculously Idiotic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;First, I'm sorry to have to do this to you... but because some of you will be in over your heads once I start this.... YES, I'm using a few made up words. Don't bother pulling out the dictionary. :&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad coupon skills. I have 'em.&lt;br /&gt;I brag about 'em.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Crystal Paine -LOL-. She authors one of my favorite frugal websites &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/"&gt;http://www.moneysavingmom.com/&lt;/a&gt; .... I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;Royal Pain&lt;/em&gt;... but not a Crystal Paine.&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, Crystal, if you should ever happen to see this...I'm not&lt;br /&gt;poking fun at your name, just givin' the props&lt;br /&gt;for your extensive couponness, which far exceeds my skills -&lt;br /&gt;mad though they may be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I did dazzle and amaze myself and onlookers with my couponiacally frugal endeavors last month, I accidentally (moronically) forgot to pay a few of our bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the money.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't out of checks. I wasn't bedridden. Wasn't out of stamps. The check was not in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;The dog didn't eat it. My computer didn't crash. Nobody tased me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just flat out FORGOT. Time got away from me.&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? What what my excuse... I mean REASON?&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm a mom.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm a mom of TWO.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm a mom to THESE TWO!&lt;br /&gt;4) We have a dog.&lt;br /&gt;5) I had to sort coupons.&lt;br /&gt;6) There were lots of coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... I've been REALLY busy. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, there was no excuse. Well, there was an excuse. Just pick one. Not a reason, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incompetence can be an expensive habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, I managed to get all the late fees reversed (thank you God... and thank you, customer service reps who had mercy on me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply called and admitted my stupidity and my need for mercy right off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most were helpful and even a little bit pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one lady in particular, though, who made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no sense of humor whatsoever and/or was overwhelmed with my stellar incompetence and could not find it within herself to laugh with me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I don't know what happened. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; up on me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; fast. Was it just me, or was February REALLY short this year?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dead silence for a small eternity)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She (in an expressionless voice): Ma'am, this year February was one day longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... (thoughtful pause)... WELL, I guess I'd better really watch it next year, then, huh?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: Yes, Ma'am. I've reversed the late fee. Will that be all today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Well, not for me. I have 3 more companies to call!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: Have a good day, Ma'am. Good-bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she has a blog where she writes about all the incompetent people who call her at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-2391984179771274496?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2391984179771274496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=2391984179771274496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2391984179771274496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/2391984179771274496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/penny-wise-dollar-ridiculously-idiotic.html' title='Penny Wise, Dollar Ridiculously Idiotic?'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5268952980414967628</id><published>2008-03-20T08:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:02:14.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realm-of-that-which-is-not-mentioned'/><title type='text'>Embarassingly Revealing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folks are amazed, it seems, when I talk about potentially embarassing incidents/situations/things about myself and don't feel all that embarassed about them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe they think some things that are revealed might well be left in the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;realm-of-that-which-is-not-mentioned"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Now, don't start chewing on your nose hair. Relax. I'm not going to say anything explicit or, you know, REALLY weird here!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were worried though, weren't you? For just a second?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, back to these revelations. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You might wonder ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WHY does she DO that!?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let's talk about just a few of the many reasons, ok? Want to? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Here's where you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh, goody... let's talk about them. Yes, let's do!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what Mr. Amazing would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He says "Oh goody.." a lot when I want to &lt;em&gt;discuss things&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to make people laugh. It's fun. And I like to laugh. A whole big bunch. And I think I'm funny. Not my jokes. Well, some of them. But, I mean, I do some really wacky stuff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I think....... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So when you're thinking &lt;em&gt;"What?!!"&lt;/em&gt; about me, I'm not losing anything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not less for it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're enjoying my incompetence together, you and I. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it not one of the wonders of God's creation that we can do so? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was placed here for our entertainment&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How very thoughtful, Amen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;I know that not everyone can handle these potential embarassments like I can. Maybe, in some small way, others (who can't seem to handle feeling incompetent as well as I can) will feel slightly superior to me. And even if it's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; me, it's someone. So I will have made their day. There I am again, helping us all out.. :&gt;) he he he....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, finally... I hope that someone, somewhere will glean some value from my stories... cautionary tales, if you will. &lt;em&gt;"Oh, man, whatever I do, I will NEVER put on lipstick and then rub my lips together while I'm driving.... remember when Heather did that?? Oh, the horror!!!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure, they laughed hysterically when I told the story. And they wondered why I shared that story aloud. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why, oh why, didn't I keep THAT one to myself? HOW embarassing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why didn't I keep it to myself, you ask? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What? You'd better NOT be asking. If you are seriously asking me that, get your hiney back to the top of this post and re-read, Mister! or... or... Missy!... or .... whomever you may be! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to go now. I've more to say, but let's leave it for another time. Queen B has arisen and calls to me from her chamber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-5268952980414967628?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5268952980414967628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=5268952980414967628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5268952980414967628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/5268952980414967628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/embarassingly-revealing.html' title='Embarassingly Revealing?'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-3123028381323145878</id><published>2008-03-18T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:59:19.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What did * I * do !? "</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time tonight, and we've all been hacking and gagging at our house with some sort of cold or allergy thing, so sleep is sounding like big fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among Queen B's latest accomplishments is  the use of the phrase "What did *I* do?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this phrase is to be said in the most indignant voice you can muster in response to any request from your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Queen B, we need to get the toys picked up so we can take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen B:  What did  * I * do ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Nothing, honey. We just need to pick up the toys because it's time to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Queen B, come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen B: What did * I * do?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Nothing.  It's time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen B:  Do I *HAVE* to eat that?  What did I DOOOO?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, so, apparently...eating food that her mother has made is also some sort of punishment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow when she asks for help in the bathroom I'm going to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?!?!  What did *I * do !?!?!?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-3123028381323145878?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3123028381323145878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=3123028381323145878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3123028381323145878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/3123028381323145878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-did-i-do.html' title='&quot;What did * I * do !? &quot;'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-1626617639860162437</id><published>2008-03-17T07:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:22:50.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First impression?</title><content type='html'>When I came to my senses this morning and re-read yesterday's ramblings, I realized that if you only knew me by that post, you'd think I was one of those people who talks more about their&lt;br /&gt;d-o-g  than their children.  It's simply not true. You'll see.  But I wanted you to know right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119412153617272912-1626617639860162437?l=what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1626617639860162437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1119412153617272912&amp;postID=1626617639860162437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1626617639860162437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119412153617272912/posts/default/1626617639860162437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-im-gonna-call-it.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-impression.html' title='First impression?'/><author><name>** H **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06109691916287463375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='6' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92Ph1Dd9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJNEnKHKXtM/S220/This+is+what+I+look+like.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119412153617272912.post-5614964311369072262</id><published>2008-03-16T17:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:19:25.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moto K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Amazing'/><title type='text'>And the evening and the morning were the first day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178492450110305842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dzPpMgNctPY/R92zclDd9jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/88bEshgIy_Q/s320/Have+a+nice+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ARGH! THIS PICTURE DOESN'T GO HERE!!! :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Read down there, near the bottom, where I introduce you to my doggie. I didn't ask for the pic to post here, but ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NEW at this, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Hang on while I give myself a break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted - I mean spent - the better part of today - off &amp;amp; on - trying to figure out how to set this up. It shouldn't be so hard, should it? Probably a lot easier.... oh well... no one wants to hear me whine about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, see, there are all these things I want to put into spaces that are too small. And so many things I want to say that keep clogging my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what we'll be talking about in the future, I'm making a list and checking it &lt;em&gt;thrice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why thrice, you ask? (Ok, pretend like you asked.)&lt;br /&gt;Thrice, my friend, because when one obsesses about things the way I do, twice may not be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I'm just as lazy as I am obsessive. So I might get tired of being obsessive and just post about whatever comes to mind at the moment, like I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First thing today, I'd like to talk about none other than (drum roll, please)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - my husband. (Clap, everyone, clap!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Amazing is more than amazing. He is wonderful. Delightful, even. For just a moment, I'd like to guide your eyes to the partial dictionary entry below (I've deleted the parts that didn't suit my agenda :&gt;). Please pay special attention to the obsolete definition as well as the synonyms listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a·maze&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Famazing" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to overwhelm with surprise or sudden wonder; astonish greatly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(obsolete) to bewilder; perplex&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to cause amazement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: a new art show that delights and amazes. –noun&lt;br /&gt;4. Archaic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=amazement" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;amazement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Origin: bef. 1000; ME amasen, OE āmasian to confuse, stun, astonish. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=a-" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;a-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=maze" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synonyms 1. astound, dumfound, stun, flabbergast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=surprise" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need I say more? (Probably not , but rest assured I will.) For now, can we just pretend I didn't say anything about him being amazing? You know, like a secret? Don't mention it. Not a peep. It's not to be talked about. Not a bit. Not even a little bit. Not a little itty bitty bit. Ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, back to Mr. Amazing:&lt;br /&gt;He works hard, he plays hard, he smiles a lot.&lt;br /&gt;He winks. He spreads joy to those around him. He's the funnest husband ever, I think.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to marry him, agreed to parent children with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went out and hopped on his dirtbike, just assuming I'd follow him around&lt;br /&gt;like I always had. Well, not that I ALWAYS followed him around, but... well... I have a stroller now. And a carseat. And a diaper bag. And goat's milk to keep cool. And snacks. Lots of snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not for a second trying to say that Mr. Amazing isn't a fabulous father.&lt;br /&gt;He's a wonderful father. He's the funnest dad ever. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;(And don't be posting to tell me "funnest" isn't a word. Like I don't already know that, yo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's an AMAZING dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;**If you were to pretend this was a piece of music, there'd be a repeat sign here. Go back to that part where I first called him Mr. Amazing. And stop just after the definition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If you "get" wit, you'll know that was an attempt at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Wit, I mean. An attempt at wit. I'm ... uh... um.. AMAZING, aren't I ? **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~~~ ~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moto K and Queen B - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my beautiful, wonderful, awesome children. We homeschool them, because we do. Because God wants us to. And we agree about it. And it works for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And no, we're not worried about their social skills. So don't even ask, or we might worry about yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moto K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;He likes fast bikes, extreme sports, loud music, screaming guitars. He bowls. He knows karate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He specializes in smartasm. Or smarcasm. I don't know which it should be.&lt;br /&gt;He's a Jesus Freak, for real. He don't need no trainin' wheels. The first day he rode a 2-wheeler (at age 2!) he was looking for something to jump.&lt;br /&gt;He designs original t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want on your shirt? He can make that. (As long as it involves a Sharpie.)&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like something air-brushed, you're going to have to wait. The classes were full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queen B &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is still a toddler. But that doesn't stop her.&lt;br /&gt;She loves music, has a sense of humor most teenagers would give their pinky toe for, she knows the Pledge of Allegiance, her ABC's, can sing in 3 languages, and is the only one in the family with her very own passport. It's how she rolls.&lt;br /&gt;I have considered myself a princess for years, but this girl is no princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not going to sit back and have royal decisions made for her. She's gonna run the show. When she plays waitress she doesn't say "May I take your order?" She stares you down (sweetly, of course) and says "Whatchu WANT ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief! It seems I forgot to mention THE DOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He claimed us from the humane society last spring. We weren't even going to get a dog.&lt;br /&gt;*And apparently, he's now going to dominate my blog. I wasn't even going to post his picture today but I couldn't leave well enough alone, could I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. about getting a dog.....if we did get one, it would be very small and female. And under a year old.      HE was 4 years old.      And not small... but not big.            Definitely not female.&lt;br /&gt;He was in the cages by the big dogs. And they were barking so loud I just wanted to get out of that aisle. But he kept LOOKING at us.&lt;br /&gt;My son asked to see him in the little room where you meet the doggies... you know, just you and the doggie. Queen B toddled around him. He could care less.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to mess with his ears, eyes, mouth - you know, to see if he was tolerant of such things. He was. I put both hands toward his head to "grab" at him... you know, to see if he was tolerant of such things. You have to be careful with a toddler. He was.&lt;br /&gt;And then.... HE hugged me. He climbed up in my lap and pushed the side of himself into me, put his neck across my neck, put his head on my shoulder, sighed.... a real doggie hug. We were chosen. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named him &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deegan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, after the extreme moto-x guy. He doesn't really act like an extreme moto dog. That's ok. He's very mellow. But he has anxiety issues over my comings and goings.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he'd like me to always be with him. :&gt;) He sits in our picture window and watches me pull away in the car. I swear it looks like he's mumbling something to himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you really LOOK at that picture up there, the one that's where it's not supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;Did you SEE that?  We didn't at first.  The neighbor girl noticed it.  She said...." He has a smiley face on his butt."  ?  ?  ?  &lt;br /&gt;Sure enough.   My friend calls him "Happy A**" but I'm not going to say the bad word!    In my photo album, that picture is entitled "Have A Nice Dog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so, my first post has turned into a long, rambling thing that should have been about 4 different posts.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this far.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve an award.     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