<?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-3699087229182886334</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:40:34.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3171068732822974180</id><published>2009-08-20T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:31:13.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe she will be a chef...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Kennedy decided that she wanted to make dessert for mommy &amp;amp; daddy. She wanted to create her own recipe. It started with milk, sugar &amp;amp; graham crackers. Doesn't sound so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kilby44/IMG_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 797px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kilby44/IMG_1700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she decided that it needed something else. So she added pickles &amp;amp; pickle juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kilby44/IMG_1706_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kilby44/IMG_1706_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still not right, so she added sprinkles. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kilby44/IMG_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kilby44/IMG_1726_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't it look delicious? She added some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; after I stopped taking pictures. She added hot sauce because "daddy just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loooves&lt;/span&gt; hot sauce". Then she topped it with a dab of whipped cream &amp;amp; sliced bananas.  I told her it sounded so delicious but unfortunately I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; eat it because I was allergic to pickles ; ). "oh well" she said "that just leaves more for daddy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3171068732822974180?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3171068732822974180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3171068732822974180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3171068732822974180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3171068732822974180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-she-will-be-chef.html' title='Maybe she will be a chef...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-2937738367574820073</id><published>2009-08-15T13:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:46:39.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>while i am waiting for my dumbass computer...</title><content type='html'>to finish whatever it is that it is doing, i thought i would talk your ear off for a bit. I seriously hate this computer. and i dont hate anything or anyone( not that there isn't anyone who deserves to be hated by me, it just isn't my style!) I wonder if anyone finds it weird how passionately I feel about "things". If it were possible, i would totally make out with my camera &amp;amp; my iphone. Maybe even at the same time if I was feeling extra frisky! I would also choke my computer until it turned blue, let it go &amp;amp; then do it again just for shits &amp;amp; giggles. You know how they say when children torture animals it can be a sign that they will grow to become serial killers? I wonder if this means that I will grow into one of those crazy old ladys who talks to inanimate objects? Whatever, i'm weird &amp;amp; i'm fine with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of crazy old lady's, last night when I was at Super Walmart (don't laugh it's awesome!) I had a very serious 10 minute conversation with the 60-something year old check out lady about Twilight &amp;amp; Rob Pattinson. I am admittedly obsessed with the Twilight series. I never saw the appeal of Rob Pattinson before reading the books. Then I got it. And then it grew much worse when I heard him &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Robert+Pattinson/+videos/+1-uK4hz4WOHaA"&gt;sing&lt;/a&gt;. Go ahead, click the link &amp;amp; then try to tell me that isn't one of the sexiest voices you have ever heard. It's like a mix between Van Morrison &amp;amp; John Mayer(douchebag).  And, he is amazing on the piano &amp;amp; the guitar. I could continue but you get the point. Now, I am growing quite found of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm3825240064/nm1210124"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/a&gt;. He's only 17 &amp;amp; i feel like a dirty old woman so I won't say anymore about that! I will be one of those nerds standing in line at midnight when the new movie opens. I will try my hardest not to paint my face white &amp;amp; wear black contacts though, I wouldn't want to embarrass whoever goes with me! The movie isn't even that good but a lot of it was filmed in parts of Oregon that I went to with Tavia. And anytime i see photos of those places I start to feel all warm &amp;amp; fuzzy inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to something else that has been on my mind alot lately. My last cancer screening came back as only "midly abnormal" so there was no need for another surgery and I didn't have to come back for 6 whole months! While that is great news, it freaks me out to think about waiting 6 months to get checked again. If it was up to me, I would be there once a week just to make sure everything was ok. One of my scars has started to become raised &amp;amp; itchy. It's super ugly but I kind of like to show it off. I like when people ask me what happened so I can hopefully scare them in to wearing sunblock &amp;amp; stop baking their asses in the sun. I get so pissed when I see people do that. And I was the WORST when I was younger. I slathered on the baby oil and layed out all day long all summer. And i was a regular at the tanning salon. My best friend used to lecture me about wearing sunscreen (in the nicest possible way of course). I eventually listened because she has the most beautiful skin of anyone I have ever seen and she NEVER tans. (i'm sure those of you who know Tavia would agree with me on that one). It didn't matter though. I was diagnosed with Melanoma &amp;amp; just a year before I had no signs of it. I was lucky we found it early. It wasn't quite deep enough to need Chemo or Radiation but it wasn't far off. Just all the more reason I would like to try to convince my doctor to move in with me &amp;amp; stare at me naked all day. Plus, she's super funny &amp;amp; I like funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-2937738367574820073?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/2937738367574820073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=2937738367574820073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2937738367574820073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2937738367574820073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/08/while-i-am-waiting-for-my-dumbass.html' title='while i am waiting for my dumbass computer...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-752223930690971587</id><published>2009-07-31T08:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:06:17.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there</title><content type='html'>It has been over a month since I have posted. I have been SUPER busy with &lt;a href="http://www.nicolekphotography.com/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;, which is awesome. Then, i had some computer issues. All of my files seem to have been "misplaced". I do back my work up so I figured it wouldn't be a problem, I just need to plug in my external hard drive &amp;amp; retrieve my files, right? WRONG! For some reason, that isn't working either. Yeah, it sucks &amp;amp; I have been trying really, really hard not to lose my effin mind for the past few days. She is being tended to by my very generous friend who has a networking company. I emailed him with a short explanation &amp;amp; he said something about the programs they use to find child predators &amp;amp; that my hard drive hasn't been erased so it should be no big deal to find my shit. Let's hope so because I have a buttload of work to do! Keep your fingers crossed, or I might be sleeping on your couch soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sick of summer. I think the older I get the more I hate summer. Actually, it is just the heat &amp;amp; humidity that I hate. The beginning of summer was fantastic, I don't think we even broke 82 degrees until the past 2 weeks. But now it is gross &amp;amp; disgusting &amp;amp; I can't even walk to my mailbox without breaking a sweat. And I don't sweat! Plus, I am ready for the kids to go back to school. Kennedy will be in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FULL DAY&lt;/span&gt; kindergarten this year! And Hayden will be in preschool 3 days a week for a few hours. That means me &amp;amp; the Moose will finally get some alone time.I don't think we have had that since she was born. Sounds dreamy, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most, or all of you know that I am a photographer. I have a lot of camera equipment. There is one thing that I have been wanting more than anything lately. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Canon-PowerShot-SD1200IS-Stabilized-Blue/dp/B001SER49M/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1249043741&amp;amp;sr=8-15"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;. I don't have a skinny little point &amp;amp; shoot that I can carry around &amp;amp; just take snapshots of my kids with. GASP... a photographer that wants to just take snapshots on auto mode without having to worry about exposure, shutter speed, editing or creating beautiful shots. I think that is one of the things that I hear pros say the most. Obviously, we love our jobs and feel extremely lucky to be getting paid good money to do something that we love so much that we would probably pay you to let us do it while other people slave away at jobs that they are miserable at. ( i swear, i am not trying to rub it in). But, the (self-inflicted) pressure of always getting that perfect picture is exhausting sometimes. Anyway, that's enough rambling from me for one day. Mason just dragged out a pack of diapers to me so I guess she is trying to tell me something. I will leave you with a few recent snapshots from my beloved IPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason &amp;amp; a mullet wig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364605773540926482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SnLohzPqpBI/AAAAAAAAAvM/9IvmgzS51fw/s400/maymullet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking a break on our walk yesterday. This is Hayden's new favorite way to wear her hair. I did it as a joke one day but now she makes me do it like this everyday. Oh, and check out her Michael Kors shoes. I don't even wear Michael Kors shoes. But, Marshalls has adorable kids stuff for really cheap. Aren't they cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364605777021754498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SnLoiANj3II/AAAAAAAAAvU/YbrjLVAajjw/s400/walk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I peaked in the playroom &amp;amp; saw this the other day. It was &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too quiet for &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too long so I thought for sure I would find them doing something mischievous. I love that they are best friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364605771782139650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SnLohssVrwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/39bSUkxmZU0/s400/buds.jpg" /&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/3699087229182886334-752223930690971587?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/752223930690971587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=752223930690971587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/752223930690971587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/752223930690971587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-there.html' title='Hi there'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SnLohzPqpBI/AAAAAAAAAvM/9IvmgzS51fw/s72-c/maymullet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3663436521854022628</id><published>2009-06-26T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:47:15.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>Call me a heartless bitch but am I the only one who isn't all the sad about Michael Jackson's death? As far as I'm concerned, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; I loved has been gone for a very long time. I will not mourn the loss of anyone who harms any child. I know it has never been "proven" but come on! I'm sad that his children have lost a parent but that's about it. In the end, they are probably better off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3663436521854022628?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3663436521854022628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3663436521854022628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3663436521854022628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3663436521854022628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/06/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo Hoo!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-2154687665480990900</id><published>2009-06-12T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:49:33.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKER!</title><content type='html'>why are people acting like &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-12-hiv-outbreak-in-porn-industry-causes-concern-controversy"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is really that shocking? Nothing more sexy than a disease-infested shot in the eye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-2154687665480990900?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/2154687665480990900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=2154687665480990900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2154687665480990900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2154687665480990900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/06/shocker.html' title='SHOCKER!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8016179888922998741</id><published>2009-05-10T21:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:31:59.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hayden!</title><content type='html'>Today, Hayden turned 3. If you ask her how old she is, is will tell you four. We celebrated her birthday last weekend with a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pinkalicious&lt;/span&gt;" party. Although, we did have another cake today! As I was going back through old pictures I couldn't believe how much she has changed over the years. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd_AquROWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GjPK_9FCJOc/s1600-h/5photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334371933088725346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd_AquROWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GjPK_9FCJOc/s400/5photo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd_AtZxC-I/AAAAAAAAAms/MEbCwzOqe6g/s1600-h/2photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334371933808036834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd_AtZxC-I/AAAAAAAAAms/MEbCwzOqe6g/s400/2photo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-unC96DI/AAAAAAAAAmk/LLLNm-VPgHo/s1600-h/iluvguac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334371622864152626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-unC96DI/AAAAAAAAAmk/LLLNm-VPgHo/s400/iluvguac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-SiBdVuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/z_7EvBD0Ets/s1600-h/Picture+558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334371140479309538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-SiBdVuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/z_7EvBD0Ets/s400/Picture+558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-SePVMWI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mSRJZlO8BMQ/s1600-h/Picture+510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334371139463754082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-SePVMWI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mSRJZlO8BMQ/s400/Picture+510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-SGuAE0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Ufk-J3gVkXw/s1600-h/Picture+513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334371133149942594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd-SGuAE0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Ufk-J3gVkXw/s400/Picture+513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd9eTol9tI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ozFXnjQ6AaQ/s1600-h/IMG_8154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334370243263723218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd9eTol9tI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ozFXnjQ6AaQ/s400/IMG_8154.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd9eHc-sII/AAAAAAAAAl8/7WwmNnh-o2A/s1600-h/IMG_8150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334370239993786498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd9eHc-sII/AAAAAAAAAl8/7WwmNnh-o2A/s400/IMG_8150.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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8016179888922998741?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8016179888922998741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8016179888922998741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8016179888922998741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8016179888922998741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-hayden.html' title='Happy Birthday Hayden!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sgd_AquROWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GjPK_9FCJOc/s72-c/5photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7480252251178094619</id><published>2009-05-07T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:46:39.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 on the 7th</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. Click &lt;a href="http://thelizlogelinfoundation.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SgM6Z20_API/AAAAAAAAAls/rbptAFj0lv8/s1600-h/7onthe7th_6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333170599625687282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SgM6Z20_API/AAAAAAAAAls/rbptAFj0lv8/s400/7onthe7th_6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7480252251178094619?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7480252251178094619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7480252251178094619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7480252251178094619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7480252251178094619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-on-7th.html' title='7 on the 7th'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SgM6Z20_API/AAAAAAAAAls/rbptAFj0lv8/s72-c/7onthe7th_6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-9136631210852928098</id><published>2009-05-04T20:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:00:05.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Mothers Day Gift</title><content type='html'>What better way to thank the mother of your children than with a nice pair of sperm earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf-PLkYEh-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/5JNzpQYFu6w/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.51244641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332137912735926242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf-PLkYEh-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/5JNzpQYFu6w/s400/il_fullxfull.51244641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-9136631210852928098?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/9136631210852928098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=9136631210852928098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9136631210852928098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9136631210852928098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-mothers-day-gift.html' title='Perfect Mothers Day Gift'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf-PLkYEh-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/5JNzpQYFu6w/s72-c/il_fullxfull.51244641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5617043570018783554</id><published>2009-05-03T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:14:51.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Baby EVER!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here going through photos from the birthday party and I had to stop and post these. I LOVE THIS BABY!!!!!!!!! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful and so happy. I could take pictures of her all day. Thanks for coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tav&lt;/span&gt;, I wish we had more time together. I miss you guys and love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf5PBUxzqDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xVQU7fyfbO4/s1600-h/keira5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331785893029324850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf5PBUxzqDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xVQU7fyfbO4/s400/keira5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf5PBKlhWaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/RuDirvtZJ0U/s1600-h/keira3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331785890293438882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf5PBKlhWaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/RuDirvtZJ0U/s400/keira3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf5PA258JPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/puNpsjICFKg/s1600-h/keira2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331785885010371826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf5PA258JPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/puNpsjICFKg/s400/keira2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5617043570018783554?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5617043570018783554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5617043570018783554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5617043570018783554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5617043570018783554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/05/cutest-baby-ever.html' title='Cutest Baby EVER!!!!!!!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sf5PBUxzqDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xVQU7fyfbO4/s72-c/keira5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5509186029447006847</id><published>2009-05-01T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:10:43.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Girl!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my first born is 5 today! This morning she told me that since she is old now she wants to call me mom instead of mommy, wants to watch the news instead of cartoons in the morning and she drank her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oj&lt;/span&gt; out of a wine glass because she is "too big for kid cups"! Tonight, Bobby and I are taking her and a friend to Fuji for dinner. Tomorrow, we are having a party for her and Hayden with 30 of their closest friends. Sunday-mommy will be drinking herself into a coma!!!!!!!!! Her a are few pics of the last five years. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newborn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnwKyLkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Pd9vWdWMPZI/s1600-h/kenbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933332193717826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnwKyLkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Pd9vWdWMPZI/s400/kenbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnq7RLuI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qH9uJOu3iLU/s1600-h/kenbaby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933330786463458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnq7RLuI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qH9uJOu3iLU/s400/kenbaby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnZeOayI/AAAAAAAAAks/vhqmHC27Lcw/s1600-h/kenbaby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933326101244706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnZeOayI/AAAAAAAAAks/vhqmHC27Lcw/s400/kenbaby3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnNQ-ojI/AAAAAAAAAkk/M9bv-xskqhQ/s1600-h/kenbaby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933322824458802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnNQ-ojI/AAAAAAAAAkk/M9bv-xskqhQ/s400/kenbaby5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932452379759154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftG0imykjI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Idrvu0Lxlx4/s400/kenbaby4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932458681157330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftG06FKRtI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nTE8F_nLrJY/s400/kenat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932462386927458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftG1H4r12I/AAAAAAAAAkM/IOVTmRbHxlg/s400/kenat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftG1AEX9sI/AAAAAAAAAkU/5beHngU9BRg/s1600-h/Picture+1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932460288472770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftG1AEX9sI/AAAAAAAAAkU/5beHngU9BRg/s400/Picture+1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932461573576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftG1E2xGQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/hqtILuXx1zg/s400/kbw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5509186029447006847?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5509186029447006847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5509186029447006847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5509186029447006847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5509186029447006847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby Girl!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SftHnwKyLkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Pd9vWdWMPZI/s72-c/kenbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-9185931585840539003</id><published>2009-04-30T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:29:59.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for Kennedy to get off the bus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfn781S33wI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LhU5LAtGTn0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330568656486653698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfn781S33wI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LhU5LAtGTn0/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfn78oK5lQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/aF19xYUA7E0/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330568652963550466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfn78oK5lQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/aF19xYUA7E0/s400/photo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She isn't special , she just &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;likes baseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-9185931585840539003?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/9185931585840539003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=9185931585840539003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9185931585840539003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9185931585840539003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-for-kennedy-to-get-off-bus.html' title='waiting for Kennedy to get off the bus...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfn781S33wI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LhU5LAtGTn0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5281431403277177623</id><published>2009-04-29T20:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:13:32.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to blog...</title><content type='html'>really. i think about it all of the time and feel guilty that it has been over a month. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have anything super interesting to write about. ( i could tell you all about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;biotch&lt;/span&gt; parent of one of the kids on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tball&lt;/span&gt; team but I am above that!) so, how about a few random thoughts thrown into a blog post so I can stop feeling like a lazy ass? here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i try not to keep a lot of sweets in my house. if they are here, i will eat them all. and there is a good chance that i will eat them all in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i have 2 empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; hot fudge sundae containers on my bedside table. there are also a few traces of caramel in them as well. see, i told you i had a problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; with my doctor because i have been working out 5 or 6 days a week for 1-2 hours a day for 3 months and haven't lost ONE SINGLE POUND!! (i have also been watching what i eat with the exception of those last couple sundaes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i have been having an absurd amount of sex dreams lately. if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know any better i would think i was pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. my baby is turning 5 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330281377674817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfj2rAUv8RI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ARlB4PkL4qI/s400/IMG_4317_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to only invite our closest friends and the kids she plays with on a regular basis instead of all the kids from her class like last year. there will still be almost 30 kids here! &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;6. my other baby is turning 3 on may 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. i can't believe it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330283340431986354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfj4dQKhjrI/AAAAAAAAAjM/BQcNQzRkhDk/s400/IMG_69642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. nothing is really going on with my other baby but i felt guilty leaving her out. she is wildly funny and makes me laugh all the time. she makes this face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i pull out my camera. oh, and she is starting to potty train. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284505468412434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfj5hEQ2ohI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8WG4ng2-4a8/s400/IMG_6897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I am amazed that people actually want to pay me good money to take pictures for them. Grateful..but amazed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. um, i think that's it. I have been staring at the screen for a few minutes trying to think of something else but i can't. anything you would like to share?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5281431403277177623?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5281431403277177623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5281431403277177623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5281431403277177623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5281431403277177623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-blog.html' title='I want to blog...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/Sfj2rAUv8RI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ARlB4PkL4qI/s72-c/IMG_4317_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4859774421960848813</id><published>2009-03-17T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:34:21.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>I HAVE A NEW BLOG. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarboudoir.blogspot.com/"&gt;CHECK IT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4859774421960848813?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4859774421960848813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4859774421960848813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4859774421960848813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4859774421960848813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7519578663024843970</id><published>2009-03-13T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:57:02.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Friday</title><content type='html'>1. my new less-complicated-than-my-blackberry cellphone. I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to have the Pearl and I hated every minute of it. Yesterday I got a free"upgrade" and it is so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;. I learn something new everyday and could spend hours upon hours playing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My new &lt;a href="http://www.dsw.com/dsw_shoes/catalog/product.jsp?index=2&amp;amp;category=cat20173&amp;amp;prodId=186673&amp;amp;brand="&gt;cowgirl boots&lt;/a&gt;. They're dope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My new favorite word-"dope".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7519578663024843970?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7519578663024843970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7519578663024843970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7519578663024843970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7519578663024843970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinco-de-friday.html' title='Cinco de Friday'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3970958047796316729</id><published>2009-03-12T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:40:32.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids R Funny</title><content type='html'>Cut and paste these questions and ask your kids their answers....it is a RIOT!You have to put the first answer your child says...By: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kennedy-4&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hayden-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K- I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H- I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-when I make funny faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H-mommy's happy? no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K- when I hit her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hayden&lt;/span&gt; stopped participating at this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-when she makes funny faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-she was like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-500!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-67 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-do work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-for daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-doing cartwheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-not good at taking a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does your mom do for a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-sell houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K-spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spongebob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-play barbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-we have the same eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How are you and your mom different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-because we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the same eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-because she is my mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What does your mom like most about your dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K-when they are in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K- the Outlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3970958047796316729?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3970958047796316729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3970958047796316729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3970958047796316729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3970958047796316729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-r-funny.html' title='Kids R Funny'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8650849486066674378</id><published>2009-03-11T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:16:14.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoooooot!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen something so &lt;a href="http://www.sexypeople-blog.com/"&gt;sexy&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8650849486066674378?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8650849486066674378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8650849486066674378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8650849486066674378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8650849486066674378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoooooot.html' title='Hoooooot!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1304312225351320835</id><published>2009-03-06T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:08:15.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Five</title><content type='html'>I lifted this idea from another blog (although I am not sure which one). Every Friday I will list 5 things that I am totally digging right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Percocet&lt;/span&gt;: had some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; this morning and thanks to that special little pill i am feeling pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thrilled that we finally got a decent snow. I think we got about 12 inches!  But, I am happy it is warm enough for it to melt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Canon 50mm 1.8 lens. It was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vday&lt;/span&gt; present and it totally rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ace of Cakes: I love this show!!! I wish I could make cakes like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The IRS: That's right, I said it. This is one of my favorite times of the year. We get a nice refund!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1304312225351320835?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1304312225351320835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1304312225351320835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1304312225351320835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1304312225351320835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-five.html' title='The Friday Five'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5929647676727235755</id><published>2009-03-06T17:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:47:30.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$7 on the 7th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thelizlogelinfoundation.org/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310209393253457026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SbGnTvfQnII/AAAAAAAAAgY/Pa8u_xfvbYY/s400/7onthe7th_6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure most of you know about &lt;a href="http://www.mattlogelin.com/"&gt;Matt &amp;amp; Maddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Logelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and his &lt;a href="http://thelizlogelinfoundation.org/"&gt;foundation&lt;/a&gt;. Just wanted to encourage everybody to participate in $7 on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Donate $7 on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of every month and make a difference. Please post on your blogs and websites and social networking sites and encourage others to do the same. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5929647676727235755?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5929647676727235755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5929647676727235755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5929647676727235755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5929647676727235755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-on-7th.html' title='$7 on the 7th.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SbGnTvfQnII/AAAAAAAAAgY/Pa8u_xfvbYY/s72-c/7onthe7th_6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1503048591961572646</id><published>2009-02-27T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:27:53.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hayden&lt;/span&gt; is naked (as usual) and she came and sat down next to, spread her legs, showed me her um..."button" and told me she had Santa Claus in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;! I can't even begin to guess what she is trying to say. anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1503048591961572646?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1503048591961572646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1503048591961572646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1503048591961572646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1503048591961572646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4093924535346647751</id><published>2009-02-26T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:16:32.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People Never Cease to Amaze Me...</title><content type='html'>Did anyone else read &lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/article/kids-swapped-for-bird/360399"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?  I mean really? This is why I believe people should be implanted with birth control when born until they can prove they can be a good parent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4093924535346647751?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4093924535346647751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4093924535346647751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4093924535346647751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4093924535346647751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-never-cease-to-amaze-me.html' title='People Never Cease to Amaze Me...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-719567158601453480</id><published>2009-02-25T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:38:43.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A ? For All You Real World Watchers...</title><content type='html'>When the heck did Katelyn (the transgender girl) get the ghetto accent? I was just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-719567158601453480?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/719567158601453480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=719567158601453480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/719567158601453480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/719567158601453480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-all-you-real-world-watchers.html' title='A ? For All You Real World Watchers...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-328032193099546619</id><published>2009-02-25T09:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:19:15.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>psst...</title><content type='html'>hey guys, look over &lt;a href="http://nicolekphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-328032193099546619?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/328032193099546619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=328032193099546619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/328032193099546619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/328032193099546619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/psst.html' title='psst...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5200289559094032109</id><published>2009-02-24T15:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:18:47.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny To Get Mad</title><content type='html'>I was working hard at finishing one of my online classes the other day. Kennedy was out with my mom, Mason was napping and Hayden was sitting next to me. She got up to throw something in the trash. A few minutes went by and she hadn't come back. I yelled to her and asked her what she was doing. Her response was " give me a minute mom". (never a good sign!) So I went into the kitchen and this is what I found. She had taken the box of baking soda out of the fridge, dumped it on the floor, stripped down and started making snow angels! I am so glad I had my camera in hand. She did have to sit in time out but I'm sure she didn't take me very serious because I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306459309913298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SaRUoKZyVsI/AAAAAAAAAew/lbn7X4XV134/s400/_-140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SaRUob4fAPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6weUIc1gy7M/s1600-h/_-143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306459314605457650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SaRUob4fAPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6weUIc1gy7M/s400/_-143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306459313426447442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SaRUoXfYvFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pmnU_rmJeLA/s400/_-144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(please excuse the black bars but you never know what kind of weirdos are lurking around here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5200289559094032109?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5200289559094032109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5200289559094032109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5200289559094032109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5200289559094032109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-funny-to-get-mad.html' title='Too Funny To Get Mad'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SaRUoKZyVsI/AAAAAAAAAew/lbn7X4XV134/s72-c/_-140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-9041613229108098787</id><published>2009-02-16T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:31:12.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd of the day</title><content type='html'>I got the idea for this post after reading the comments on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loras&lt;/span&gt; latest blog entry. I am fascinated by dreams and nightmares. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; reoccurring nightmares. Here are a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when i was living in Philly i had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reoccurring&lt;/span&gt; nightmare that there was a tidal wave in the Delaware River that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leveled&lt;/span&gt; the whole city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. after 911 (still living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;philly&lt;/span&gt;) i dreamed that there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; attack on the subway while I was on it and I couldn't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i have a lot of dreams about bees flying up my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. when I was a teenager, a bug crawled in my friends moms ear and she had to have surgery to get it removed. I had nightmares about that for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the most common one that I have is about people breaking into my house. I had this one just last night. In my dream, I was pushing all of the furniture against the doors and windows before i went to bed just to make sure no one could get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your dreams/nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/"&gt;Here is a fun site about dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-9041613229108098787?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/9041613229108098787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=9041613229108098787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9041613229108098787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9041613229108098787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/3rd-of-day.html' title='3rd of the day'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3656827226633333031</id><published>2009-02-16T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:31:01.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do kids come up with this stuff? (some people may find this offensive)</title><content type='html'>School is out today and Kennedy has her friend Lauren over. We love having her over because she is a really sweet kid and they play great together. I just finished giving the girls a bath and this is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lauren: Miss Nicole, can I borrow some of Kennedy's clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Sure. Go upstairs and pick something out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kennedy: Can you get me something Lauren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lauren: I'm not your maid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kennedy: Well you look like a maid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lauren: Just because I look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean I am a maid! (she is half white and half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3656827226633333031?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3656827226633333031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3656827226633333031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3656827226633333031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3656827226633333031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-do-kids-come-up-with-this-stuff.html' title='Where do kids come up with this stuff? (some people may find this offensive)'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-6637635311521388687</id><published>2009-02-16T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:20:50.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>Hayden is driving me nuts! She has been whining since she woke up. I am trying to get her dressed and she doesn't want to wear anything I pick out. She keeps telling me she wants a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel! WHAT THE EFF DOES THAT MEAN? Toddlers can be so frustrating sometimes! I might need to spike my coffee this morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-6637635311521388687?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/6637635311521388687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=6637635311521388687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6637635311521388687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6637635311521388687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5946139587809984101</id><published>2009-02-05T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:23:25.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Five</title><content type='html'>I have also been tagged a zillion times with this meme. I am supposed to tell 25 random facts about myself. This might take a while, I'm pretty boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am terribly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt;. I hate driving through tunnels. My heart even starts to beat faster when I see people on TV in tight spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I could take everyone I loved with me, I would move to Oregon. I love it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My all-time favorites movies are Almost Famous and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Goonies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My celebrity crushes are Chelsea Handler (hot &amp;amp; funny-can't beat it) and Andre Benjamin- you know, the weird guy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Outkast&lt;/span&gt;. My husband thinks I'm crazy. He is not even that good looking but there is just something about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think my husband is the sexiest man on the planet. (even though he needs a little smacking around sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My dad passed away when I was 14. I miss him more today than I ever have. I didn't have a traditional wedding because he wouldn't be there to walk me down the aisle. I hate the my kids will never know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was younger, my dream was to be a photographer for National Geographic. My dad use to keep every issue of the magazine. I could sit there and flip through them for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hope my three girls stay best friends their whole life. Watching them interact (when they aren't bickering) is such a joy. It makes my heart do flip flops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My two best friends mean the world to me. I am so inspired by both of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tavia&lt;/span&gt; is a fantastic mom, wife and friend. If there is anyone on Earth who is just all all around fantastic person, it is her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tesa&lt;/span&gt; is one of the strongest people I know. She does it all. She has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; job, runs her house and still makes time for lots of girl-fun with me. &lt;em&gt;And, &lt;/em&gt;she is getting ready to go to dental school. I don't know how she does it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Another place that makes my heart skip a beat is the Florida Keys. I use to go twice a year and every time I get on that two lane road in Key Largo, all my stress melts away. And I cry every time I have to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Since becoming a parent I have become a total sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I bite my nails and I kind of enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have about 11,000 pics on my computer right now. And that is after it crashed once and I lost everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I miss developing my pictures in a real darkroom. Don't get me wrong-digital photography is amazing. I learn something new everyday. But, I miss the smell of the chemicals, the glow of the red light and watching that image first appear. I turned my bathroom in my apartment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;philly&lt;/span&gt; into a make shift darkroom. I would stay in there 8 hours sometimes developing pictures and listening to music. I still have all my equipment and would love to set it up again when my kids are all off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. this is starting to get hard- I was a gymnast for 14 years. And I was really good. I never placed below 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. I am still really flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a small shoe addiction. I have definitely passed that trait along to my daughters. They might have more pairs of shoes than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I am also addicted to blogging. I think I have 41 on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloglines&lt;/span&gt; that I read regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I am in love with technology. If it were possible to make out with it, I would have an orgy with my camera, laptop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I hate running with a passion but would still like to run a marathon one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have always wanted to sky dive. The thought of it scares the snot out of me but I swear I will do it one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I miss living in Philly and going to the book store late at night when I had nothing to do and looking at all the photography books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I also miss sitting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rittenhouse&lt;/span&gt; Square with my Pub girls between shifts on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fridays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. One thing that always makes me cry-when I see a child crying out of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I did it at the Southernmost Point in The US &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;got caught by the cops. Luckily, we didn't get in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I love watching my kids grow but it terrifies me at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5946139587809984101?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5946139587809984101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5946139587809984101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5946139587809984101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5946139587809984101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-five.html' title='Two Five'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3407534335519674843</id><published>2009-02-04T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:46:54.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/507442/house_of_gals" title="Wordle: house of gals"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/507442/house_of_gals" alt="Wordle: house of gals" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3407534335519674843?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3407534335519674843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3407534335519674843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3407534335519674843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3407534335519674843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/02/wordle.html' title='Wordle'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-6077594820003874002</id><published>2009-01-29T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:03:14.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like I Am In The Twilight Zone</title><content type='html'>For those of you that don't know Kennedy, I will just say she is a little needy. I am pretty sure someone snatched her in the middle of the night and replaced her with a look-a-like. It is 1:00 and so far, no tantrums. A little while ago she told me she was going to play in her room. She called me up 20 min later and her entire room was SPOTLESS! I mean, she organized, hung up her clothes &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;made her bed. Usually when she cleans her room everything just gets shoved in the corner. Then, she made her own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;, gave herself a bath and helped put the dishes away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I bring up a finished basket of laundry, she gets all her clothes out and puts them away. Now, she is sitting here with me eating spicy pretzels and drinking ice tea(which she poured herself). This is weird, but I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-6077594820003874002?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/6077594820003874002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=6077594820003874002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6077594820003874002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6077594820003874002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-i-am-in-twilight-zone.html' title='I Feel Like I Am In The Twilight Zone'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3013160094419759605</id><published>2009-01-19T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:34:58.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Them...</title><content type='html'>There is a man who lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chestertown&lt;/span&gt; that puts a little white flag in his yard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; a soldier dies in the war. It is pretty incredible. Today, I was able to stop and take pictures and I thought I would share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTHOvDfq7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OQEk1L1Rg2k/s1600-h/remember3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293074518030396338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTHOvDfq7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OQEk1L1Rg2k/s400/remember3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTHOYR6OBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/G1nb2cT46W8/s1600-h/remember2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293074511916840978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTHOYR6OBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/G1nb2cT46W8/s400/remember2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTHOFAfiPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZRwEXuNfRjo/s1600-h/remember1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293074506743515378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTHOFAfiPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZRwEXuNfRjo/s400/remember1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTG6FDEEiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/H2otdF7ctDU/s1600-h/remember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293074163156914722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTG6FDEEiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/H2otdF7ctDU/s400/remember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I can't help but wonder: how does he cut his grass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3013160094419759605?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3013160094419759605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3013160094419759605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3013160094419759605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3013160094419759605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-them.html' title='Remember Them...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SXTHOvDfq7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OQEk1L1Rg2k/s72-c/remember3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8903073688736472774</id><published>2009-01-09T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:36:42.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not What I Expected to Hear</title><content type='html'>Last week I went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dermatologist&lt;/span&gt; to have some moles removed and biopsied. No big deal, I have had it done before. My doctor called me yesterday to tell me the results: &lt;strong&gt;Melanoma&lt;/strong&gt;. What? I have skin cancer? I can't believe it. I doesn't even sound real when I say it. When I hear the word cancer I think of old people and smokers. Not only do I have skin cancer, I have the most serious kind of skin cancer. If it progresses it will have to be treated with chemo and radiation. My doctor says I am lucky because we caught it very early, it is very small. I have to go back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; to have some more removed. Keep your fingers crossed that we don't find anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I broke my tailbone on New Years Eve? I did. So far, 2009 gets a big, fat thumbs down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it isn't all bad. I got accepted to be a photographer for &lt;a href="http://www.oplove.org/"&gt;Operation: Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ReUnited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I am super excited about that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8903073688736472774?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8903073688736472774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8903073688736472774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8903073688736472774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8903073688736472774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-what-i-expected-to-hear.html' title='Not What I Expected to Hear'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3624452197562876945</id><published>2008-12-19T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:13:55.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For You Aunt Tav:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4jaGye_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PyOeHbmJwDc/s1600-h/IMG_3936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517906464766962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4jaGye_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PyOeHbmJwDc/s400/IMG_3936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Hayden modeling her new earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4i-N4e8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/q2GF6lmm7mg/s1600-h/IMG_3943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517898978327490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4i-N4e8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/q2GF6lmm7mg/s400/IMG_3943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    Mason: telling us not to tell Hayden that she is drinking her juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4iqJknfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RE0a2CnLiGs/s1600-h/IMG_3935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517893591539186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4iqJknfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RE0a2CnLiGs/s400/IMG_3935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy modeling her new do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4isuaswI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_M_DEngu7ms/s1600-h/IMG_3933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517894282949378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4isuaswI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_M_DEngu7ms/s400/IMG_3933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4QDG5NYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AvHfxIfF1kg/s1600-h/mayblanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517573873677698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4QDG5NYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AvHfxIfF1kg/s400/mayblanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason modeling her favorite thing in the world: her blanket. ( thanks for making it Tavia and thank you Lora for mailing it to us)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3624452197562876945?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3624452197562876945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3624452197562876945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3624452197562876945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3624452197562876945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-you-aunt-tav.html' title='For You Aunt Tav:'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SUu4jaGye_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PyOeHbmJwDc/s72-c/IMG_3936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-2404650879553328577</id><published>2008-12-05T16:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:42:40.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing you should never ask a girl</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;, when are you do?" I say, unless you see a limb hanging out of her vagina, NEVER ASK THIS QUESTION!!! I have always had a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buddah&lt;/span&gt; belly.( we will call it that because it sounds cuter than big fat gut). I remember when I was 17 a homeless man in Baltimore asked me when my baby was due. Fine, whatever. It doesn't usually bother me. Well, in a week two different woman have asked me the same thing. Here is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convos&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biotch&lt;/span&gt; One: When is your baby due?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I'm not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SBO&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, I'm sorry, you just really look like it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I guess I can't use the excuse that I just had a baby because she just turned one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SBO&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, So you just haven't lost all the baby weight yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; kidding me? Wouldn't you have just shut your big dumb mouth after I told you I wasn't pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working ( i work at a kids clothing store once a week) and this little old lady came up to me and was frantic because she didn't know what to buy her granddaughter. I helped her pick stuff out and then when I was ringing her up I gave her a big discount. Needless to say she was thrilled and told me I was so helpful and she appreciated it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much. &lt;em&gt;THEN &lt;/em&gt;she reached ACROSS the counter, rubbed my belly and said"good luck to you and your little one"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is lucky that counter was there or she would have gotten a swift kick to the throat. &lt;em&gt;Who does that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-2404650879553328577?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/2404650879553328577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=2404650879553328577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2404650879553328577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2404650879553328577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-thing-you-should-never-ask-girl.html' title='One thing you should never ask a girl'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8221632141663398838</id><published>2008-12-04T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:00:54.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's fun?</title><content type='html'>Making an amazon wish list of stuff you REALLY want but can't afford. I added a little widget of mine for any of you rich people who need something to do with your money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8221632141663398838?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8221632141663398838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8221632141663398838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8221632141663398838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8221632141663398838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-whats-fun.html' title='You know what&apos;s fun?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-6084813105833052846</id><published>2008-12-04T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:32:07.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has almost been a month since I have posted. I might have a case of the winter blues. I HATE the cold. We have been stuck in the house for weeks and we are all starting to get cabin fever. It sucks. We got outside yesterday for a bit and took a walk to town to pick out our christmas tree. They deliver them for free to your house, another reason why I friggin LOVE this little town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am taking Hayden and Mason to get their ears pierced today. I might have to walk away and make my mom do it. I took my friends little girl to get hers done and almost cried. I will post some pics later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple pics of my little ham &amp;amp; cheese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275942231190016242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/STfpgZGQEPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ILZFusBsm5g/s400/ken2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275942236378721154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/STfpgsbVa4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/bSWidhucy8M/s400/ken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-6084813105833052846?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/6084813105833052846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=6084813105833052846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6084813105833052846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6084813105833052846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/STfpgZGQEPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ILZFusBsm5g/s72-c/ken2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4052030360855092601</id><published>2008-11-05T08:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:23:31.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want full fat...</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts stopped serving regular veggie cream cheese and now has reduced-fat? Have you tasted it? It is disgusting. The first time I got it I took it back because I thought it was rotten. Then I thought it was just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Centreville&lt;/span&gt; that made the switch. NOPE. The one on Kent Island did too. Why can't I choose what I want? I don't even eat there anymore. Is it a coincidence that I have lost 14lbs since I stop eating their bagels? Maybe. Do I want my regular cream cheese back? Hell Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; for Obama!!!! Don't tell anyone around these parts that I said that or you might find my mangled body underneath a John Deere somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4052030360855092601?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4052030360855092601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4052030360855092601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4052030360855092601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4052030360855092601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-full-fat.html' title='I want full fat...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1839383279422714824</id><published>2008-10-27T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:21:26.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>Mason turned one today! I can't believe it. I can remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. It feels like yesterday. It is exciting and sad all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SQZzZCRoLBI/AAAAAAAAARo/caAE5WNYVIw/s1600-h/Picture+458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262020088573733906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SQZzZCRoLBI/AAAAAAAAARo/caAE5WNYVIw/s400/Picture+458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1839383279422714824?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1839383279422714824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1839383279422714824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1839383279422714824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1839383279422714824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-beautiful.html' title='Happy Birthday Beautiful!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SQZzZCRoLBI/AAAAAAAAARo/caAE5WNYVIw/s72-c/Picture+458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1206637039864015042</id><published>2008-10-10T15:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:16:38.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...What?</title><content type='html'>Kennedy and I were sitting in the living room, playing make-up. She was putting mascara on and she got some in her hair and on her cheek. This is what she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Mommy, do I look black?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;K: Do I look black?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Blank Stare, Speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: My eyelashes, Did I make them black?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt;, yes baby. They look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1206637039864015042?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1206637039864015042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1206637039864015042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1206637039864015042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1206637039864015042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='Um...What?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-6437803558811310423</id><published>2008-10-10T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:40:27.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Booed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Centreville&lt;/span&gt; has a fun tradition. Every year at Halloween someone starts it (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure who). You make two goody baskets, two letters with instructions, and two pictures of the ghost. After dark, you pick two people and put the baskets on their door step, knock and run away. Those people then do the same. It is supposed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;. After you get booed you have to hang the picture of the ghost on your door so you don't get it twice. Our basket was awesome. We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; candy, silly straws, coffee mug, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; shirts and stickers. It was REALLY fun doing it to other people. We took Kennedy and one of her friends. They were so funny. Kennedy said "I'm scared but it's so fun". I encourage you to start this in your neighborhood. If you want a copy of the letter leave a comment and I will email it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SO-foXyNOlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1k9nCr1sjBk/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255594806092839506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SO-foXyNOlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1k9nCr1sjBk/s320/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SO-fokTsiqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zZIdx08wz_Y/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255594809454529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SO-fokTsiqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zZIdx08wz_Y/s320/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-6437803558811310423?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/6437803558811310423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=6437803558811310423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6437803558811310423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6437803558811310423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/10/weve-been-booed.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Booed!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SO-foXyNOlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1k9nCr1sjBk/s72-c/Picture+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-16041593496003080</id><published>2008-10-03T13:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:10:21.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have No Words</title><content type='html'>As you can probably tell by my last few posts, I have nothing to write about. So I will share some pics from the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SOZRo159DHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9L8Y3NveybU/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252975777481034866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SOZRo159DHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9L8Y3NveybU/s400/Picture+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SOZRpAXF2kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NnmGohNVdGU/s1600-h/Picture+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252975780287601218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SOZRpAXF2kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NnmGohNVdGU/s400/Picture+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funniest Man We Know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-16041593496003080?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/16041593496003080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=16041593496003080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/16041593496003080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/16041593496003080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-no-words.html' title='I Have No Words'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SOZRo159DHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9L8Y3NveybU/s72-c/Picture+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4162825503341649720</id><published>2008-09-26T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:50:10.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with The Blow Dryer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SN2RPJkh9kI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lrf2AyWrjzU/s1600-h/Picture+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250512430037071426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SN2RPJkh9kI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lrf2AyWrjzU/s400/Picture+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4162825503341649720?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4162825503341649720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4162825503341649720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4162825503341649720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4162825503341649720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-with-blow-dryer.html' title='Fun with The Blow Dryer'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SN2RPJkh9kI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lrf2AyWrjzU/s72-c/Picture+259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1379515935711103731</id><published>2008-09-26T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:54:19.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>wanted to hold someone by the ears and squeeze them so hard that their eyeballs bulge out of their sockets? No? Me either, that's weird. I was just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. don't worry, I am not talking about my kids. This is a "grown up" and they deserve it. (not talking about my husband either).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1379515935711103731?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1379515935711103731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1379515935711103731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1379515935711103731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1379515935711103731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1827844987553172388</id><published>2008-09-25T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:19:49.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU!!!!!!! Thanks for kicking me when I'm down. I'm going to be bed, let's hope you can be a bit nicer tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1827844987553172388?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1827844987553172388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1827844987553172388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1827844987553172388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1827844987553172388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-world.html' title='Hey World...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1705386479517302543</id><published>2008-09-24T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:01:04.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mason's new trick</title><content type='html'>Guess what Mason has learned to do? Take off all her clothes and her diaper. She only does it at nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SNprbhxneXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mqaAA3ItlqI/s1600-h/Picture+4732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249626436320852338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SNprbhxneXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mqaAA3ItlqI/s400/Picture+4732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SNprcZWYcNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fyjn5dMUxos/s1600-h/Picture+4735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249626451239006418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SNprcZWYcNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fyjn5dMUxos/s400/Picture+4735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So do I!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1705386479517302543?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1705386479517302543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1705386479517302543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1705386479517302543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1705386479517302543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/masonn-new-trick.html' title='mason&apos;s new trick'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SNprbhxneXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mqaAA3ItlqI/s72-c/Picture+4732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8161890606128305672</id><published>2008-09-22T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:18:40.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont get it.</title><content type='html'>You know those people whose houses are always immaculate, their kids are always clean and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impeccably&lt;/span&gt; dressed, their own hair and make up always done. How do they do it? Why can't I be one of those people? I feel like I clean 24 hours a day and my house is always a wreck. As we speak, I have been doing laundry for the past 4 hours and I still have about 4 loads left. Laundry has got to be the WORST. CHORE. EVER. I hate carrying it to the basement, I hate putting it in the washer and then switching it to the dryer, I hate folding and I REALLY hate putting it away. I can't wait to get rich so I can pay someone else to do it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8161890606128305672?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8161890606128305672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8161890606128305672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8161890606128305672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8161890606128305672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I dont get it.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7601942591475097890</id><published>2008-09-15T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:00:35.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I came across this while browsing the local college catalog. Do people really take this class? What kind of people &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to take this class? Probably not the kind of person I will be tailgating with anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SM8SHukmnTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f7NQd1f9vP0/s1600-h/Picture+4713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246432014879857970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SM8SHukmnTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f7NQd1f9vP0/s320/Picture+4713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7601942591475097890?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7601942591475097890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7601942591475097890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7601942591475097890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7601942591475097890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SM8SHukmnTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f7NQd1f9vP0/s72-c/Picture+4713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7767759722119589955</id><published>2008-09-09T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:40:32.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Taste Something Delicious?</title><content type='html'>Try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SMaKB1c7QeI/AAAAAAAAANs/rLlMCaWTlw4/s1600-h/Picture+4631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244030580252426722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SMaKB1c7QeI/AAAAAAAAANs/rLlMCaWTlw4/s320/Picture+4631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Popcorn dipped in Balsamic Vinegar. HEAVEN!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7767759722119589955?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7767759722119589955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7767759722119589955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7767759722119589955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7767759722119589955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanna-taste-something-delicious.html' title='Wanna Taste Something Delicious?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SMaKB1c7QeI/AAAAAAAAANs/rLlMCaWTlw4/s72-c/Picture+4631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-31799139003624815</id><published>2008-09-09T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:34:41.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>The football season is upon us. Almost always good, except when the Cowboys lose. Luckily, they won the first game. This is how I will see my husband for the next four months: Why do men always stand when they are watching football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SMaI_-6PoTI/AAAAAAAAANk/33ptuijZZlE/s1600-h/bobfootball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244029448919949618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SMaI_-6PoTI/AAAAAAAAANk/33ptuijZZlE/s320/bobfootball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-31799139003624815?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/31799139003624815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=31799139003624815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/31799139003624815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/31799139003624815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SMaI_-6PoTI/AAAAAAAAANk/33ptuijZZlE/s72-c/bobfootball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-9046333461659431608</id><published>2008-09-05T11:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:28:34.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids are strange.</title><content type='html'>I have heard of kids having imaginary friends but this is just weird. Hayden has been pretending the fan and the fireplace are her friends. She talks to them, sings to them and when she goes outside she kisses each of them and tells them she will be back soon. She isn't weird, she is just creative. Right, RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-9046333461659431608?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/9046333461659431608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=9046333461659431608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9046333461659431608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9046333461659431608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-kids-are-strange.html' title='My kids are strange.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5795370059829102555</id><published>2008-09-04T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:48:26.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quick Question...</title><content type='html'>Why does every politician speak like that? You know, like there is a period. after. every. word. I can't stand it. I am watching the Republican National Convention and I am pretty sure when John McCain just said he will earn our trust, he threw up in his mouth a bit. I did. And doesn't he have a stylist or someone to tell him not to wear that yellow tie because it matches his teeth? Just wondering. ( sorry that was mean, so unlike me!) And why do all these douche bags have to yell and scream after every sentence? If they would all just shut up this would be over a lot sooner. Anyone else think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; is kinda hot? I'd do her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5795370059829102555?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5795370059829102555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5795370059829102555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5795370059829102555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5795370059829102555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-quick-question.html' title='Another Quick Question...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3201893181169819925</id><published>2008-09-04T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:06:58.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls</title><content type='html'>Kennedy has not wanted to talk about school since it started. She talks about riding the bus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but if I ask what she did in school she always says "nothing". (she did tell me that Hannah Montana is in her class! There is a Hannah and I tried to tell her that she is not Hannah Montana but she doesn't want to hear it. I wonder who she inherited that 'don't try to tell me otherwise because I know it all' attitude from? Not her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt;).This was our conversation tonight at bath time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Mom there is this boy in my class who follows me around all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Well, he probably wants to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Um, no mom. He wants me to be his girlfriend. He tries to hold my hand while we are in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: You can tell him that you would love to be his friends but you aren't allowed to have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: But all my other friends will laugh at me if I am his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to tell her that it doesn't matter what other people think of it, you have to be nice to everyone, especially the kids that get left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is more disturbing about that conversation. The fact that they are ONLY 4 and this crap is already starting, the fact that in just a matter of days she is already getting self conscious about what people think of her or the fact that I am freaked out that my four year old is talking about being someones girlfriend. I don't know if I am ready for this growing up stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3201893181169819925?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3201893181169819925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3201893181169819925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3201893181169819925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3201893181169819925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-9173947314091213659</id><published>2008-09-04T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:58:12.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day</title><content type='html'>Kennedy started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K on Tuesday. She was very excited about it but much more excited to ride the bus, or as she calls it "the big cheese". After I put her on the bus I headed up to the school for donuts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; parents. We got to watch them get off the bus and sit in the cafeteria while all the classes got together. She didn't cry and I was so proud. I thought I would have cried but I didn't. That was until I looked over at the next class and saw my friends little girl sobbing while holding onto her mommy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Koree&lt;/span&gt; looked up at me with teary eyes and mouthed "i gotta get out of here". I looked back at my baby sitting at the table with her classmates, gave her a kiss and got the hell out of there before I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, it has been nice for her to be in school. She only goes for half the day and while she is gone Mason naps and Hayden and I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of one-on-one time. We read books and lay on the couch together and watch cartoons. I am really enjoying this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for the bus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0mOXkWyI/AAAAAAAAANc/zwiFu_YE5cw/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177428811701026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0mOXkWyI/AAAAAAAAANc/zwiFu_YE5cw/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proud Papa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0c_IBUaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R2B8MNeNDsA/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177270101135778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0c_IBUaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R2B8MNeNDsA/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So Excited!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0dCSkVfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hzIdW1l0z1c/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177270950680050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0dCSkVfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hzIdW1l0z1c/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Getting a little impatient:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0dPG8m-I/AAAAAAAAANE/kwTmQpWdp6s/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177274391600098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0dPG8m-I/AAAAAAAAANE/kwTmQpWdp6s/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0duQ9_xI/AAAAAAAAANM/jf_L_MMyD_E/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177282755133202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0duQ9_xI/AAAAAAAAANM/jf_L_MMyD_E/s320/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Their back packs look HUGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0dq7ZjcI/AAAAAAAAANU/FLWx1U1g-Gk/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242177281859358146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0dq7ZjcI/AAAAAAAAANU/FLWx1U1g-Gk/s320/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-9173947314091213659?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/9173947314091213659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=9173947314091213659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9173947314091213659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9173947314091213659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-day.html' title='The Big Day'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_0mOXkWyI/AAAAAAAAANc/zwiFu_YE5cw/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3895463928743618747</id><published>2008-09-04T10:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:33:53.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Old Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We spent this past weekend celebrating Bobby's 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. (that's right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allll&lt;/span&gt; weekend. That's how we do it around here). We had friends and family over all weekend, had a few parties, cookouts, drinking games, and racked up a gigantic tab at the local watering hole. It was a great time. Happy Birthday Baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_tsZPqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/wHc_S6Oey9k/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242169838229137250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_tsZPqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/wHc_S6Oey9k/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (i took this at midnight on his birthday. He gets cuter every year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242174242558063698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_xswpgNFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gXBD0gsjcXs/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3895463928743618747?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3895463928743618747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3895463928743618747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3895463928743618747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3895463928743618747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-30th-old-man.html' title='Happy 30th Old Man!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SL_tsZPqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/wHc_S6Oey9k/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-9169662069303808485</id><published>2008-08-28T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:32:39.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatev...</title><content type='html'>That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kennedys&lt;/span&gt; new favorite word. Anything I say to her I get a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;". Not whatever, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;. Where did she get that? I can't wait to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;what else&lt;/span&gt; she picks up when she starts school next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-9169662069303808485?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/9169662069303808485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=9169662069303808485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9169662069303808485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/9169662069303808485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/whatev.html' title='Whatev...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-1036648482535509507</id><published>2008-08-21T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:17:48.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SK4vylp3jwI/AAAAAAAAALE/crSf1OqkAtc/s1600-h/of=50,590,393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237175962826149634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SK4vylp3jwI/AAAAAAAAALE/crSf1OqkAtc/s320/of%3D50,590,393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SK4vyxQX6VI/AAAAAAAAALM/STf687PwiFQ/s1600-h/ryans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237175965940443474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SK4vyxQX6VI/AAAAAAAAALM/STf687PwiFQ/s320/ryans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SK4va-VqesI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dJ293m9muDQ/s1600-h/cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237175557135432386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SK4va-VqesI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dJ293m9muDQ/s320/cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-1036648482535509507?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/1036648482535509507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=1036648482535509507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1036648482535509507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/1036648482535509507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/cash.html' title='Cash'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SK4vylp3jwI/AAAAAAAAALE/crSf1OqkAtc/s72-c/of%3D50,590,393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-6750408205506204369</id><published>2008-08-21T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:15:21.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit O Cash Fo That Ass...</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help myself. I am such a dork! Anyway, baby Cash was born this morning around 6:30. I have always heard people say that full moons put people on labor but I never really believed it until yesterday. We got to the hospital around 11:00am. The doctor sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tesa&lt;/span&gt; straight to the hospital from her check up because her blood pressure was through the roof. She was to get straight into a room and set up for an induction. YEAH RIGHT!!! We waited in the waiting room for about an hour. After getting into triage, we waited for SEVEN hours to get a room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tesa&lt;/span&gt; got bumped out of line for a room TEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FRIGGIN&lt;/span&gt; TIMES! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; we thought it was her turn another woman would come rushing in with a head hanging out of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cooch&lt;/span&gt;. One lady almost delivered in the elevator. There are only 17 rooms in the birthing center. They delivered like 20 babies yesterday. Every room in the birthing center was full, most of the rooms in the Pediatric units were filled with Labor &amp;amp; Delivery patients and they were beginning to take up some rooms in the ER. It was pure chaos. All the nurses were running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; like a chicken with its head cutoff. ( i have never actually seen that but it is a pretty popular saying and I imagine some of these nurses looked like that) We managed to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; entertained. At one point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tesa's&lt;/span&gt; sister and I had her laughing so hard so peed all over herself! That was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10pm nothing was going on so I decided to head home. As soon as I pulled in my driveway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tesa&lt;/span&gt; called me and said they just broke her water. At 6:00 she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me: "getting ready to push, hurry up and get here and bring me a huge cup of coffee". I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; make it in time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Koree&lt;/span&gt; and I got there about 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; after. She pushed for like 6 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all the madness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bed wetting&lt;/span&gt;, tears, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hemorrhages&lt;/span&gt; the size of volleyballs and "oh my god his balls are HUGE" talk, He is here and everyone is happy, healthy and hopefully getting a good nights sleep before they get booted out tomorrow. Congrats guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-6750408205506204369?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/6750408205506204369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=6750408205506204369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6750408205506204369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6750408205506204369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-bit-o-cash-fo-that-ass.html' title='A Little Bit O Cash Fo That Ass...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-854359230599209580</id><published>2008-08-21T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:02:44.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Question...</title><content type='html'>Who else is sick of hearing about Beijing? How come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; the Olympics comes around all we hear about is that country? Who at the Today Show thought it would be fun to watch Matt, Meredith, Al and Ann talk about all-things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;em&gt;weeks?&lt;/em&gt; Whoever it is should be fired. Can we please move on to more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; topics? Like 'How not to look fat in your jeans' or some other type pf serious journalism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-854359230599209580?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/854359230599209580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=854359230599209580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/854359230599209580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/854359230599209580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-question.html' title='Quick Question...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7989818116007905106</id><published>2008-08-16T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:07:34.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still A Bit Of An Outsider...</title><content type='html'>I have been living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland for about a year and a half. Before that I lived in Philly and before that I lived on the other side of the Bay Bridge in Maryland...more like the other side of the world. I have adjusted quite nicely to this life. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love it here and will probably never leave. I love that I can walk to everything, we have Thursdays in the Park and the Farmers Market every Wednesday. The kids that Kennedy goes to school with now will be the same kids that she graduates with. Everyone knows you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I realized I am not a true Eastern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shorer&lt;/span&gt; yet. As we walked through the 4H Fair all I could think about was how bad the animal stench was and how the men running the rides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; me out when they were a little too friendly with the girls. I had to keep a close eye on the ground to make sure no one stepped in the heaping piles of horse shit. My jeans were covered in dirt up to my knees and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I decided to wear flip flops. I saw tractors bigger than houses and people bigger than tractors. One guy stared a my chest so long I had to check to make sure a boob hadn't fallen out of my shirt. I am pretty sure all the dust I inhaled was not only from the dirt kicked up at the truck pull but also from all the farm animals and their droppings. WHY, at such a redneck carnival was there no liquor being served? Doesn't that kind of go hand and hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i watched my girls squeal in delight on the rides and get so excited to watch the rodeo I knew that this place would become a yearly ritual for us. This is where they will be raised and I must admit, I am smitten with this little town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, i will certainly have a flask stashed in my purse! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235302081980945890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SKeHgXhWVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jTVeHyPTMFg/s320/Picture+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7989818116007905106?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7989818116007905106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7989818116007905106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7989818116007905106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7989818116007905106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-bit-of-outsider.html' title='Still A Bit Of An Outsider...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SKeHgXhWVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jTVeHyPTMFg/s72-c/Picture+304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5411555565477411158</id><published>2008-08-11T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:30:40.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcoholism Can Be a Beautiful Thing...</title><content type='html'>I was standing in line at the grocery store yesterday. On the belt was stuff for dinner, a magazine for me and a Maxim for Bobby. The man behind me was extremely drunk. He picked up the Maxim and asked me if that was me. Have you seen the girl on the &lt;a href="http://www.maxim.com/August2008TableofContents/articles/39159.aspx"&gt;cover&lt;/a&gt;? Maybe everyone should be this drunk all the time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5411555565477411158?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5411555565477411158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5411555565477411158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5411555565477411158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5411555565477411158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/alcoholism-can-be-beautiful-thing.html' title='Alcoholism Can Be a Beautiful Thing...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-86128872609316963</id><published>2008-08-11T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:07:37.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You should be ashamed of yourself</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, there was a tragic &lt;a href="http://www.hometownannapolis.com/cgi-bin/read/2008/08_10-48/TOP"&gt;accident&lt;/a&gt; on the Bay Bridge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, when something happens to the bridge the entire Eastern Shore/Annapolis area comes to a screeching halt. Every article I read or television interview I saw was people complaining about the traffic that the accident caused. I was in my office yesterday and the view from my window is of Route 50. I watched the traffic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creeping&lt;/span&gt; by all day. I know it sucked. But you know what sucks harder? DYING. Why are people so concerned about how it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inconveniencing&lt;/span&gt; them rather than the poor man who lost his life yesterday. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; hear one comment about that or his family. Why don't you shut your whining mouths, be happy you have a family to go home to and just hope you make it over the bridge without someone pushing your ignorant ass over the side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-86128872609316963?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/86128872609316963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=86128872609316963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/86128872609316963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/86128872609316963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-should-be-ashamed-of-yourself.html' title='You should be ashamed of yourself'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4683055525065103968</id><published>2008-08-08T15:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:12:43.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare I say it?</title><content type='html'>I can almost feel fall approaching...Almost! I love days like this. When the ac goes off, the windows go up and the warm breeze fills my house with the scent of fresh cut grass. When the sweltering heat and suffocating humidity breaks way for breezy 79 degree perfect days. Fall is hands down my favorite season. I love the first few days that you have to wear a sweater or jacket. I love sitting outside on the porch, wrapped in a blanket drinking a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. I love warm apple cidar (sometimes with a splash of Captain Morgan), anything and everything pumpkin flavored or scented, and all the beautiful colors of the season. This Fall, my baby turns one, my marriage turns three and my oldest girl is off to school on the big girl bus. I can't believe how quickly time passes. I am trying to slow down and soak up every moment of it. Here are some of my favorite moments from the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzGyY_XnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eZe1L0xwpk0/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253796284849778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzGyY_XnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eZe1L0xwpk0/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzHGb3fsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jfgF1bIa4ko/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253801665625794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzHGb3fsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jfgF1bIa4ko/s320/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzHWyF_hI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4PgjP0nkGH0/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253806053817874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzHWyF_hI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4PgjP0nkGH0/s320/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzH0eJYPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xmArXPFNASw/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253814023217394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzH0eJYPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xmArXPFNASw/s320/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden fell down and scraped her knee. This is when I asked her if she wanted to go outside and play, she said No, because she was broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywL9dW7-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/kqDg1ebUOfw/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232250586620424162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywL9dW7-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/kqDg1ebUOfw/s320/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursdays in the Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywMAk_kWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_zbgcTO1rUc/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232250587457753442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywMAk_kWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_zbgcTO1rUc/s320/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywMet3LsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AwK7N4CD1YE/s1600-h/Picture+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232250595548016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywMet3LsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AwK7N4CD1YE/s320/Picture+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywMjEol1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GAX6DK0KWu4/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232250596717270866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywMjEol1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GAX6DK0KWu4/s320/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywM7Lc7xI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SCkuPWJ19GQ/s1600-h/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232250603188317970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJywM7Lc7xI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SCkuPWJ19GQ/s320/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centreville Farmers Market:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJytgi2Is6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/wENimdBDGDA/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232247641718961058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJytgi2Is6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/wENimdBDGDA/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJytgj1BnBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JkktHYO0l90/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232247641982737426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJytgj1BnBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JkktHYO0l90/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJytg9E5JoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AdoBPA8Rj1s/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232247648760178306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJytg9E5JoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AdoBPA8Rj1s/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJythLhEieI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yzNwmPQ33RI/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232247652636461538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJythLhEieI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yzNwmPQ33RI/s320/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJythROeNdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Q3QVG7CcMFg/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232247654169064914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJythROeNdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Q3QVG7CcMFg/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4683055525065103968?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4683055525065103968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4683055525065103968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4683055525065103968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4683055525065103968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/08/dare-i-say-it.html' title='Dare I say it?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SJyzGyY_XnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eZe1L0xwpk0/s72-c/Picture+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8880381787312223038</id><published>2008-07-23T10:39:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:57:56.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pics from the past week...</title><content type='html'>I wish I had something interesting to write about but I don't. So, here are a few pics from the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off for Daddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9Is9hPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WZAlAWlnrDc/s1600-h/Picture+1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226238202359940338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9Is9hPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WZAlAWlnrDc/s320/Picture+1265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9KBg0YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dtYscebw1pU/s1600-h/Picture+1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226238202714575234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9KBg0YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dtYscebw1pU/s320/Picture+1267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing on the dining room table while waiting for dinner to be ready:&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9Dy5YrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/d47shsrqWQ8/s1600-h/Picture+1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226238201042657970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9Dy5YrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/d47shsrqWQ8/s320/Picture+1287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9TFEPDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/njMwcCOr8DE/s1600-h/Picture+1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226238205145398322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9TFEPDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/njMwcCOr8DE/s320/Picture+1298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdSEOEdOpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LDpLQkBq3rs/s1600-h/Picture+1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226236125036493458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdSEOEdOpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LDpLQkBq3rs/s320/Picture+1284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdQ_gTbsUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YT5r6M2nlk4/s1600-h/Picture+1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226234944520171842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdQ_gTbsUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YT5r6M2nlk4/s320/Picture+1217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in Mommy and Daddy's bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdJiEvO8qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iugblFb_Qc4/s1600-h/Picture+1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226226742322983586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdJiEvO8qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iugblFb_Qc4/s320/Picture+1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdIQYtPT4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/V4-z6OVAOuY/s1600-h/Picture+1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226225338934054786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdIQYtPT4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/V4-z6OVAOuY/s320/Picture+1202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdHB0QIqWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e80mKQrgOS0/s1600-h/Picture+1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223989118511458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdHB0QIqWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e80mKQrgOS0/s320/Picture+1083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"working". Their laptops are dvd cases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdGOYWAbrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vEl4xlPgIgY/s1600-h/Picture+1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223105453616818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdGOYWAbrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vEl4xlPgIgY/s320/Picture+1079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdFdybE6HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hxhpMRvAFwk/s1600-h/Picture+1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226222270640613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdFdybE6HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hxhpMRvAFwk/s320/Picture+1078.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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8880381787312223038?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8880381787312223038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8880381787312223038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8880381787312223038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8880381787312223038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-pics-from-past-week.html' title='A few pics from the past week...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIdT9Is9hPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WZAlAWlnrDc/s72-c/Picture+1265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-5693666720908414975</id><published>2008-07-21T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:02:20.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tag...</title><content type='html'>What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was 18, living in Palm Beach. I wasn't doing a whole lot except for lying on the beach, lying by the pool and drinking with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was 27, 6 months pregnant, being a stay at home mom and part time real estate agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Snacks You Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1.) guacamole and chips&lt;br /&gt;2.) Turkey Hill Cookie Dough Ice Cream, it has to be Turkey Hill because the ice cream is molasses and brown sugar flavored instead of plain old vanilla&lt;br /&gt;3.) cantaloupe&lt;br /&gt;4.) does steak count as a snack?&lt;br /&gt;5.) what about beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To&lt;br /&gt;1.) Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;2.) Should of Said No by Taylor Swift. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kennedys&lt;/span&gt; favorite and we listen to it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Anything by Biggie&lt;br /&gt;4.) All of Hannah Montana's songs&lt;br /&gt;5.) Most Grateful Dead songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;1.) Pay my bills&lt;br /&gt;2.) By a house on the water but I would stay in this town, it is pretty perfect&lt;br /&gt;3.)Open my own business&lt;br /&gt;4.) Hire a maid&lt;br /&gt;5.) send my husband and some of his friends to see the Cowboys play in Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;1.) biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;2.) pretending there is no laundry to do&lt;br /&gt;3.) worrying&lt;br /&gt;4.) impatience&lt;br /&gt;5.) cursing like a sailor when i am pissed the eff off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Like To Do&lt;br /&gt;1.) it&lt;br /&gt;2.) sleep&lt;br /&gt;3.) eat&lt;br /&gt;4.) drink&lt;br /&gt;5.) play with my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Would Never Wear Again&lt;br /&gt;1.) dreadlocks. Not because I didn't love them but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think I could pull it off anymore&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hypercolor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) a size 3&lt;br /&gt;4.) jelly shoes&lt;br /&gt;5.) big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chunky&lt;/span&gt; heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Favorite Toys&lt;br /&gt;1.) I have such a dirty mind, I will just leave it at that&lt;br /&gt;2.) my camera&lt;br /&gt;3.) the computer&lt;br /&gt;4.) my husband&lt;br /&gt;5.) my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://theeoldefamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tavia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://littlemaniac.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lora&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://keepin-up.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;. I think those might be the only people who read my blog so if anyone else does, have at it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-5693666720908414975?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/5693666720908414975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=5693666720908414975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5693666720908414975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/5693666720908414975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag.html' title='tag...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7010850101734271292</id><published>2008-07-19T15:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:45:03.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I fell in love...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the living room drinking a cup of coffee and watching the Today Show. All of the girls were in the playroom watching cartoons. Mason started to whimper a little and it quickly turned into a full blown cry. I poked my head around the corner and said “what’s wrong Maci Moo?” She looked up at me smiled, started bouncing up and down with excitement and then &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;reached for me for the first time&lt;/em&gt;! I picked her up and she laid her head on my chest, looked back up at me and smiled and then laid her head back down. I was done! That was the moment I fell in love with Mason. Of course, I have loved all my girls since before they were even born but I can clearly remember the moments that I really fell in love with each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was just a few weeks old. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, holding her in my arms. I was singing “you are my sunshine” to her. She looked at me and stared into my eyes for what felt like forever, and smiled. I will remember that moment for the rest of my life, it was heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden was a little older. I was lying on the sofa watching TV. Our dog, Daphne was curled up next to me and was bouncing around, climbing back and forth over me. After entertaining &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIJDvHgVQKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-89Nq5vmJ9c/s1600-h/puppylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224812994450768034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIJDvHgVQKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-89Nq5vmJ9c/s320/puppylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;herself like this for a while, she crawled over to me, rubbed my cheek with her little hand (she still does this when she is sleepy), stuck her two fingers in her mouth and fell asleep. That was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what it meant to love a child. My niece had lived with me for a few years and I loved her so much. I could never imagine being capable of loving like I do today. Lately, I have been catching myself getting choked up when I realize how fast they are growing. Kennedy will be in Pre-K this year at the elementary school and she will be riding the school bus! I can’t believe it! I just want to be able to remember these moments forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7010850101734271292?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7010850101734271292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7010850101734271292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7010850101734271292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7010850101734271292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-fell-in-love.html' title='Today, I fell in love...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SIJDvHgVQKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-89Nq5vmJ9c/s72-c/puppylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4927815411759475646</id><published>2008-07-17T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:26:25.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remebering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This idea was inspired by a &lt;a href="http://toddlywinks.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; I read pretty regularly. Here's my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a guy &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=42647650"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt; that I met during my first year of high school. He was friends with everybody.He was one of those people that was always happy and joking around. In high school he dated and eventually married a girl Kelli who was just as happy and outgoing as he was. They had two kids and moved near Ocean City, Md. He was on dialysis for kidney problems. He died in a car accident a few months ago. Him and his younger brother were both in the car and they both passed away, Jon instantly and Jeff a week later. The funeral was one of the most heartbreaking experiences you can imagine. The pastor told a story that I will never forgot. I will sum it up for you (not in his exact words but close enough):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a church in the center of Crofton, the town we grew up in. One day Jeff went into the church and said to the pastor " all of my life I have heard the bells of this church ring daily. I noticed I haven't heard them recently and was wondering why". The pastor told him the bells needed to be repaired but were so old that the pieces weren't made anymore and they just didn't have enough money to replace them. "Is that it? Money is the only thing from keeping those bells from ringing?" Jeff said. He left the church and came back a week later with a handful of money and told the pastor that was just the first donation. Within three weeks he had raised enough money for the church to get the bells fixed. He had a son Jeff Jr. who is now five. They were outside playing one day and Jeff Jr. heard the church bells ringing and he said "my daddy makes those bells ring!" It was such a beautiful story, to think everytime his kids hear those bells they will be reminded of their father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live right by a church whose bells ring every hour and everytime I hear it I think of Jeff and his family. It reminds me to lighten up, to be grateful for what I have and when I think I am having a really shitty day it is not that bad. I think of him and his family everyday. He will be greatly missed by many, many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223988136750079938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH9ViFHX38I/AAAAAAAAAGU/sPS0bJ7nIKE/s400/wagners1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223988340415785730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH9Vt71D6wI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hBHUKu90Sno/s400/wagners2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4927815411759475646?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4927815411759475646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4927815411759475646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4927815411759475646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4927815411759475646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/remebering.html' title='Remebering...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH9ViFHX38I/AAAAAAAAAGU/sPS0bJ7nIKE/s72-c/wagners1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-923488218863625388</id><published>2008-07-17T08:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:36:11.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Much Better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks to:&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH86gzQw1WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-JabsSU7wi0/s1600-h/Picture+1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958427963807074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH86gzQw1WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-JabsSU7wi0/s400/Picture+1088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH86DYpcKGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GivTrLi8Eew/s1600-h/Picture+1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223957922603346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH86DYpcKGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GivTrLi8Eew/s400/Picture+1087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH843poA0iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5HQfVeCvNjA/s1600-h/Picture+1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223956621490704930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH843poA0iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5HQfVeCvNjA/s400/Picture+1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH84MGYdyAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ze0CTUTQuqA/s1600-h/Picture+1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223955873295878146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH84MGYdyAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ze0CTUTQuqA/s400/Picture+1084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223960578806546194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH88d_xofxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v-86lC94QRE/s400/Picture+1132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-923488218863625388?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/923488218863625388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=923488218863625388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/923488218863625388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/923488218863625388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-much-better.html' title='Feeling Much Better...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH86gzQw1WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-JabsSU7wi0/s72-c/Picture+1088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7527207286015110772</id><published>2008-07-16T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:36:09.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>How did my wonderful morning of three cups of vanilla coffee, singing with the girls and coloring pictures turn into an afternoon of feeling grumpy, wanting to do something fun but having no energy to actually get all my kids together to do anything and wanting my husband to come home early just to hug me? I wish I was able to push a mute button on my kids so that I didn't have to hear anymore of the arguing that is going on in the playroom, I wish my kids knew the meaning of "quiet time", I wish the pile of laundry by the basement door would walk downstairs and wash itself, I wish my headache would go away, I wish Mason could change her own diaper. It is 11:33 and in 27 minutes I am going into the kitchen and getting myself a beer! Maybe I will feel better then. Or maybe I will pour a second beer into my coffee cup, walk the kids to the park and let them run around while I sit on the bench and enjoy my "coffee!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7527207286015110772?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7527207286015110772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7527207286015110772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7527207286015110772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7527207286015110772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-2468198732963914967</id><published>2008-07-16T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:52:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tavia Sue, I Love You!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH38el_2A_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FNVFn6NTP-w/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223608745345811442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH38el_2A_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FNVFn6NTP-w/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Tavia. The world truly is a better place just because you're in it! I miss you. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH38U4lcsCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YDdrF-7nX7g/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223608578536681506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH38U4lcsCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YDdrF-7nX7g/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-2468198732963914967?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/2468198732963914967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=2468198732963914967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2468198732963914967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2468198732963914967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/tavia-sue-i-love-you.html' title='Tavia Sue, I Love You!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SH38el_2A_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FNVFn6NTP-w/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-3607997523147581676</id><published>2008-07-14T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:37:38.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Update...</title><content type='html'>This morning, I weighed 13.5 lbs! I guess my scale needs batteries. I have been eating well but not been running all week. I pulled a muscle in my neck. Wanna hear how I did it? Sitting at a bar playing one of those video game things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right, I'm old! I pulled a muscle while I was sitting still!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-3607997523147581676?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/3607997523147581676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=3607997523147581676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3607997523147581676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/3607997523147581676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/weight-loss-update.html' title='Weight Loss Update...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8790126642090033222</id><published>2008-07-10T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:18:07.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE MIGHT WANT TO STAGE AN INTERVENTION...</title><content type='html'>I'm in too deep! I just started a new blog. &lt;a href="http://letinthelight.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://letinthelight.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8790126642090033222?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='blog' href='http://letinthelight.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8790126642090033222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8790126642090033222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8790126642090033222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8790126642090033222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone-might-want-to-stage.html' title='SOMEONE MIGHT WANT TO STAGE AN INTERVENTION...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4734213877793560716</id><published>2008-07-09T13:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:00:46.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CREATURES AMONG US...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone ever seen Enchanted? Remember when the princess comes to the city and all the creatures flock to her? That's what it feels like at our house. We live in a pretty small town, but we live in the "downtown area" of that town. We live on the main street where all the big beautiful Victorian houses and shops and restaurants are. However, we live a couple hundred yards back off the street and it is like a whole different world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we had deer. They have a baby now and it is soooo cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221070213777324162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT3sm-R-II/AAAAAAAAAC4/ss-TTN067V0/s320/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221071808516113842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT5Jb1oxbI/AAAAAAAAADA/dr2MZehxH3I/s320/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls love to watch the deer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came the bats. This guy lives between the window and the storm window in the bathroom. He wakes up in the evening, crawls out the little crack, flies around for a few hours and comes back. We don't open this window, EVER! The picture is a little blurry because of the film of dirt on it. I AM NOT CLEANING IT!!! The girls like the bat too, it grosses me out&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221072928792993682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT6KpMdX5I/AAAAAAAAADI/zK2DXT7CRV4/s320/Picture+1034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, we have owls. They are really cool. They first came a few weeks ago and now they come and go every few days. They sit in the trees and sometimes on our porch roof and they splash around in the puddles in the yard. Did you know owls hiss? They do, its a little scary but I like the owls, they can stay. Plus, I heard they eat bats!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221074493629982626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT7luqq56I/AAAAAAAAADQ/qB2V7OsiUDQ/s320/Picture+741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221076088511465138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT9CkEDBrI/AAAAAAAAADY/KeWhgBu94Zs/s320/Picture+751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4734213877793560716?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4734213877793560716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4734213877793560716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4734213877793560716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4734213877793560716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/creatures-among-us.html' title='THE CREATURES AMONG US...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT3sm-R-II/AAAAAAAAAC4/ss-TTN067V0/s72-c/Picture+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7165949035061377542</id><published>2008-07-09T13:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:32:26.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ON THE BANDWAGON...</title><content type='html'>The girls are following my lead and getting their butts in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221066261892336434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT0GlDeizI/AAAAAAAAACg/Km6J4kkIqtA/s320/Picture+1026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221067283204878482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT1CBvXMJI/AAAAAAAAACo/GcELPHUdjAc/s320/Picture+1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221068125637817474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT1zEDBtII/AAAAAAAAACw/3xodck8Ymt8/s320/Picture+1031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great work out sis!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7165949035061377542?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7165949035061377542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7165949035061377542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7165949035061377542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7165949035061377542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-bandwagon.html' title='ON THE BANDWAGON...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SHT0GlDeizI/AAAAAAAAACg/Km6J4kkIqtA/s72-c/Picture+1026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-2040222242155260914</id><published>2008-07-07T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:12:00.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Get My Butt In Gear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wc2Srvb/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wc2Srvb/weight.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few weeks ago while feeling particularly disgusting I thought about how much weight I have gained (and kept) since having kids. I had three kids in three years. When I first got pregnant I weighed 140lbs. Now I weigh 189lbs. THAT IS 49LBS IN 3 YEARS!!!!! Did you just throw up in your mouth? I did. So, I bought a treadmill super cheap-thanks to a nice co-worker and started eating better and running. I HATE RUNNING! Anyway, in 3 weeks I lost 9 lbs. Then, we went to OC, ate alot drank, a whole lot and I gained a few back. So, now I am back to 186lbs. They say it is healthy to lose 1-2lbs a week so I figure to get down to 145lbs it should take about 20ish weeks, depending on how much beer I drink that week. I decided to document it on here so when I get lazy everyone can give me shit. Anyone care to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-2040222242155260914?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/2040222242155260914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=2040222242155260914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2040222242155260914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2040222242155260914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-get-my-butt-in-gear.html' title='Time To Get My Butt In Gear...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-6146275468226446403</id><published>2008-06-30T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:47:59.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OCEAN CITY, MD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SGmMp-95-PI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qz7-LwHkJWI/s1600-h/Picture+990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217856296190605554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SGmMp-95-PI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qz7-LwHkJWI/s320/Picture+990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SWEET!!!!!!!! I'M IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-6146275468226446403?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/6146275468226446403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=6146275468226446403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6146275468226446403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/6146275468226446403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/ocean-city-md.html' title='OCEAN CITY, MD'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SGmMp-95-PI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qz7-LwHkJWI/s72-c/Picture+990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7228853266223889482</id><published>2008-06-30T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:22:10.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KENNEDYS FIRST PEDICURE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217849261935516354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SGmGQiUzWsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JRvnIzPQHes/s320/Picture+881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SGmFzM3xA_I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-7148eo5ng/s1600-h/Picture+882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217848757960377330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SGmFzM3xA_I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-7148eo5ng/s320/Picture+882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was mesmerized by the vibrating chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7228853266223889482?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7228853266223889482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7228853266223889482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7228853266223889482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7228853266223889482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/kennedys-first-pedicure.html' title='KENNEDYS FIRST PEDICURE!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SGmGQiUzWsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JRvnIzPQHes/s72-c/Picture+881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-4351598389464263942</id><published>2008-06-25T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:15:11.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS...</title><content type='html'>The One legged man lives! I saw him this evening as I pulled into my driveway, looking as mean as ever!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-4351598389464263942?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/4351598389464263942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=4351598389464263942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4351598389464263942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/4351598389464263942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-2154357342805634561</id><published>2008-06-25T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:04:48.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE LEGGED MAN</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen my neighbor in at least week. He is about 91 years old and only has one leg. His car hasn't moved and his grass hasn't been cut ( he has a riding mower in case you were wondering how he cuts the grass with one leg). He lives alone. The only light I have seen on in the house in the one in his sun room. But it has stayed on for at least a week. Here's the thing. He is horribly mean. I want to go check on him but I am scared he will yell at me if he is alive! What do I do? Do i ring his door bell anyway and hope like hell he doesn't chase me off his stoop while swinging his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prosthetic&lt;/span&gt; leg at me or do I call the police and let them deal with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-2154357342805634561?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/2154357342805634561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=2154357342805634561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2154357342805634561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2154357342805634561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-legged-man.html' title='THE ONE LEGGED MAN'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7897963199701099713</id><published>2008-06-24T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:03:18.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EWWWW</title><content type='html'>Kennedy: "mommy, you know what's gross?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy:"when you grow black hair in spots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? Apparently she saw someone with a crew cut who had black spots dyed on his head. Totally, not what I thought she was talking about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7897963199701099713?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7897963199701099713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7897963199701099713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7897963199701099713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7897963199701099713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/ewwww.html' title='EWWWW'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8219705246554661252</id><published>2008-06-24T11:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:55:09.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS A CONSPIRACY</title><content type='html'>Let me just start this off by saying how much I adore my children. I love them more than anything and feel so lucky to have them. Most of the people who read this blog are mothers and will understand and not judge what I am about to write. Let’s face it, if I really cared that much about being judged I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have a blog posted on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for anyone to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel like my head is going to explode if I hear “mommy” one more time. “mommy I cant find my shoe”, “mommy I want some popcorn”, “mommy Hayden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t sharing”, “mommy can I watch cartoons”, “mommy can you blow up my pool”, “mommy I want a drink” “mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jkdhfuihkjbf&lt;/span&gt;”( that is Hayden when she talks really fast and I cant understand her). All of this within the first 15 minutes they were awake. I mean, give me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; break! It is taking all my strength to pour a cup of coffee instead of a shot of tequila, or 5. They have a huge playroom filled with a ton of toys and a TV. They have a 2 acre yard that they are free to run around in, they have a bedroom with super cool bunk beds and a radio, why do they insist on being shoved up my butt all day? Some days I am convinced they are trying to send me to the nut house! I need some grown up interaction, immediately!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-8219705246554661252?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8219705246554661252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8219705246554661252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8219705246554661252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8219705246554661252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-conspiracy.html' title='IT IS A CONSPIRACY'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-8641672948281433695</id><published>2008-06-23T10:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:03:08.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S CUTER THAN CUTE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-6fZQ8mQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ka4L6M8bx1M/s1600-h/Picture+839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215091942039001346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-6fZQ8mQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ka4L6M8bx1M/s200/Picture+839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When babies raise their short little arms over their big ol' heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-6FxncVZI/AAAAAAAAABw/HTzbSU3kFnU/s1600-h/Picture+819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215091501899208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-6FxncVZI/AAAAAAAAABw/HTzbSU3kFnU/s200/Picture+819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she falls asleep in your lap (even though you are about to piss in your pants, but she never does this so you can't bear to move her!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-5scMVd4I/AAAAAAAAABo/XCEJ0I1jAEE/s1600-h/Picture+823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215091066651637634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-5scMVd4I/AAAAAAAAABo/XCEJ0I1jAEE/s200/Picture+823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your daughter shopping for multi-cultural babies ( just like Angelina!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-5fdIA4TI/AAAAAAAAABg/96HAWdnUsi4/s1600-h/Picture+817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215090843563647282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-5fdIA4TI/AAAAAAAAABg/96HAWdnUsi4/s200/Picture+817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little tiny girl toes!&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/3699087229182886334-8641672948281433695?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/8641672948281433695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=8641672948281433695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8641672948281433695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/8641672948281433695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-cuter-than-cute.html' title='WHAT&apos;S CUTER THAN CUTE?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF-6fZQ8mQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ka4L6M8bx1M/s72-c/Picture+839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-2679702968157773112</id><published>2008-06-22T15:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:34:34.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I LOVE MY HUSBAND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my husband because...he understands my need for quiet time (right now I am sitting in my comfy, quiet bedroom and he is down stairs dealing with 3 whining girls, bless him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my husband because...he's not afraid to be silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214795570133792850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF6s8R4a-FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/psjNUjEnuN4/s320/Picture+587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my husband because...he cleans the ENTIRE house (laundry and grass included) every saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my husband because...he gives me endless amounts of back rubs, foot rubs and head rubs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my husband because...when i throw on a cotton dress, flip flops and my hair is a mess he sends me emails like this: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you look amazing today baby. i love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love my husband because...he gave me this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214798398581780066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF6vg6q-LmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o5VVBc-gAb4/s200/ken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214799023370313874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF6wFSMKoJI/AAAAAAAAABI/DFHA8XCFqyI/s200/Picture+513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214799351861552658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF6wYZ6lJhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QRE0eaaPyuM/s200/Picture+515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my husband because...he has beautiful hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my husband because...he reminds me how important it is not to get stressed out about the things I can't change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my husband because...understands that there are just some days when I need to go out with my girls and drink...ALOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my husband because...he loves me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214801231048897362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF6yFybwc1I/AAAAAAAAABY/YEpRkqLeXCw/s200/Picture+482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and he's great in bed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-2679702968157773112?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/2679702968157773112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=2679702968157773112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2679702968157773112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/2679702968157773112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-love-my-husband.html' title='WHY I LOVE MY HUSBAND...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SF6s8R4a-FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/psjNUjEnuN4/s72-c/Picture+587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7334817954786973306</id><published>2008-06-19T14:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:26:53.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i wish...the DHL lady would get here with my new camera so I could stop looking out the window every 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish... i had more patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...the real estate market wasn't so crappy so i wasn't so broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...i had the ability to turn off my hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...my kids whined less often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...the girl who cuts my hair didn't move to a fancy new salon and double her prices, I can't afford her anymore. ( even though I can't afford her doesn't mean I won't go there anyway!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...all our friends would move to Centreville, it's a fantastic place to live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...it were January and I was sitting on a beach in Key West with some type of alcoholic beverage in my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213667948703866338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SFqrYEtVXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hh6kNOLl20I/s320/smathers2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...for my kids to always have a happy life and to look back when they are grown ups and be thankful for having such awesome parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...my kids and husband knew how crazy I am about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...my best friend would hurry up and have her baby, i need to do a little partying and it just isn't the same without her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214062361966209730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SFwSF8m66sI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_e1tdyUsczc/s320/booger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...the weather was like this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish...my husband and I could take a looong vacation by ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I wish for world peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHERE THE EFF IS MY CAMERA????&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7334817954786973306?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7334817954786973306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7334817954786973306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7334817954786973306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7334817954786973306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish.html' title='i wish...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SFqrYEtVXeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hh6kNOLl20I/s72-c/smathers2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699087229182886334.post-7798909639092024963</id><published>2008-06-19T14:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:36:08.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Shall See How This Goes...</title><content type='html'>I have been ready other peoples blogs for a few years now and decided to start one of my own.  Unfortunately, I am not very good on keeping up with stuff like this so I am not sure how long it will last...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699087229182886334-7798909639092024963?l=houseofgals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/feeds/7798909639092024963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699087229182886334&amp;postID=7798909639092024963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7798909639092024963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699087229182886334/posts/default/7798909639092024963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofgals.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-shall-see-how-this-goes.html' title='We Shall See How This Goes...'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16294899935741632790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kj181Em1yQA/SWV5dvHd5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1cS8QU7jYbM/S220/Picture+957.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
