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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EESHs-eSp7ImA9WhRbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529</id><updated>2012-02-11T06:46:49.551-08:00</updated><title>Hot Mama</title><subtitle type="html">inspirations * experiences * opinions * snapshots</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HotMama" /><feedburner:info uri="hotmama" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYERnk_fCp7ImA9WxJbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-241234573854991005</id><published>2009-07-18T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:55:07.744-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T10:55:07.744-07:00</app:edited><title>Hubby's B-day</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SmJImlWT0HI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AcVwBCfj3PU/s1600-h/rsz_40th_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359926334222225522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SmJImlWT0HI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AcVwBCfj3PU/s200/rsz_40th_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby's 40th was nice. Small but memorable. I ended up settling on:&lt;br /&gt;One night in Tahoe at the &lt;a href="http://fantasyinn.com/"&gt;Fantasy Inn&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;his pick&lt;/em&gt;) and dinner at the cozy &amp;amp; delicious &lt;a href="http://www.cafefiore.com/"&gt;Cafe Fiore&lt;/a&gt;...which ended up being walking distance from the hotel. The next morning we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.skiheavenly.com/lake_tahoe/things_to_do/gondola/"&gt;Heavenly Gondola&lt;/a&gt;, they request that you check in 90 min. before your &lt;a href="http://www.skiheavenly.com/mountain/heavenly_flyer/"&gt;Heavenly Flyer&lt;/a&gt; reservation.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they had a fire the previous night due to someone throwing a smoke out the little gondola window...so they had to duct tape screens on all the gondolas before they could let anyone on... That put a glitch on my relaxing picnic plans on the observation deck. We had a 1:00 reservation and they ended up deciding to cut all reservations before 1:30...I worked my way up through management till I redeemed our reservation, and we ended up being the first ride of the day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359925664624535058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SmJH_m5x5hI/AAAAAAAAASo/hzvN6xUHjDw/s200/40th+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally nervous on the steep ride up...but the zip line is a seperate (not nearly as steep) cable. They strap you in a harness, 2 at a time, pressed up against a mesh door that suddenly releases...and you're OFF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave used his new iPhone to take a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/porterroofingco#100001/Zipline"&gt;MobileMe Gallery - Zipline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed by the Celebrity Golf Tournament but they had just wrapped for the day.&lt;br /&gt;So, we headed home...to get ready for &lt;a href="http://www.lwinelounge.com/"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt;. Which was supposed to be with his four best friends (&amp;amp; their better halves)... it was a SURPRISE! I had reserved their "Champagne room" which ended up being perfect for an intimate dinner party. The service, food, &amp;amp; ambiance was great.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been fun to carry the night on to a little longer but 3 of the 4 guys just turned 40...and they were ready to go home. All in all I think he had a nice birthday. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SmJZ0RtVloI/AAAAAAAAATA/uPK4VTa7QX8/s1600-h/rsz_40th_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359945261165942402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SmJZ0RtVloI/AAAAAAAAATA/uPK4VTa7QX8/s400/rsz_40th_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-241234573854991005?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/v5t7Lp3Drjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/241234573854991005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=241234573854991005" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/241234573854991005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/241234573854991005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/v5t7Lp3Drjo/hubbys-b-day.html" title="Hubby's B-day" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SmJImlWT0HI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AcVwBCfj3PU/s72-c/rsz_40th_003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/hubbys-b-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCSHk5eCp7ImA9WxJUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-3649728277593466219</id><published>2009-07-12T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:34:29.720-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-13T15:34:29.720-07:00</app:edited><title>"Julie &amp; Julia"</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DXklTRsLui4&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xcd311b" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring chick flick for women of all ages--&lt;br /&gt;especially if they cook &amp;amp; blog. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-3649728277593466219?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/PwFFm6XLO2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3649728277593466219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=3649728277593466219" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/3649728277593466219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/3649728277593466219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/PwFFm6XLO2I/julie-julia.html" title="&quot;Julie &amp; Julia&quot;" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/julie-julia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DRHgzfyp7ImA9WxJUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-234013321590671343</id><published>2009-07-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:47:55.687-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-11T09:47:55.687-07:00</app:edited><title>Simple Pleasures</title><content type="html">&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357243936131099986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SljA-dw1rVI/AAAAAAAAASI/RrkfYHPFwkg/s200/simple_pleasures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When we lack proper time for the simple pleasures of life, for the enjoyment of eating, drinking, playing, creating, visiting friends, and watching children at play, then we have missed the purpose of life. Not on bread alone do we live but on all these human and heart-hungry luxuries." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--Ed Hayes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-234013321590671343?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/WHR7qNEghAc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/234013321590671343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=234013321590671343" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/234013321590671343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/234013321590671343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/WHR7qNEghAc/simple-pleasures.html" title="Simple Pleasures" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SljA-dw1rVI/AAAAAAAAASI/RrkfYHPFwkg/s72-c/simple_pleasures.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-pleasures.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NRnk5fip7ImA9WxJUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-1944550276295534196</id><published>2009-07-10T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:23:17.726-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-11T10:23:17.726-07:00</app:edited><title>Random Romantic Rendevous</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SldFTjGnGgI/AAAAAAAAASA/XCFMxsrmsHM/s1600-h/folsom+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356826483923294722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SldFTjGnGgI/AAAAAAAAASA/XCFMxsrmsHM/s320/folsom+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not the best pic, but you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember the excitement of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anticipating&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; planning dates when you were single?  I miss that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been reliving some of the memories as my single girlfriend is in the throes of summer love. Rather than just live vicariously, I decided maybe we need to spice up the date nights with a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creativity&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;. So yesterday I scouted out her private beach location for a sunset picnic (the planning is 1/2 the fun). When tired hubby walked in the door, I handed him a glass of wine, told him to kiss the children goodnight, and I would be waiting in the car... We hiked down to the lake, with our handy picnic backpack. I knew he would be hungry, so in addition to the bottle of Cab, the Blue Catello cheese, the fruit, &amp;amp; homemade truffles, I also made &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/irish-beef-hand-pies"&gt;Irish Beef Hand Pies&lt;/a&gt; (veggie)-- with an assort. of mini hot sauces (a must-have for him). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lovely romantic evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody else have some fun date ideas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-1944550276295534196?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/dGCeOlNL2ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1944550276295534196/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=1944550276295534196" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/1944550276295534196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/1944550276295534196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/dGCeOlNL2ig/random-romantic-rendevous.html" title="Random Romantic Rendevous" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SldFTjGnGgI/AAAAAAAAASA/XCFMxsrmsHM/s72-c/folsom+002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-romantic-rendevous.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQHsyfCp7ImA9WxJUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-5085495549089946215</id><published>2009-07-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:54:21.594-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T06:54:21.594-07:00</app:edited><title>Rule #31</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlZeeF8sZGI/AAAAAAAAARw/Wby4y-VFjhw/s1600-h/rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356572677889614946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlZeeF8sZGI/AAAAAAAAARw/Wby4y-VFjhw/s200/rules.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this book on my trip to the library and it piqued my curiosity. I remember reading "The Rules" as a single girl, and practiced many of them. I wouldn't really recommend this book, I breezed through most of the rules, which seemed pretty common sense to me... one rule stood out for me personally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule #31: "Don't complain about the kids"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 beautiful daughters, and 1 handsome, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; DESTROYER. I can't even begin to tell you the never-ending list of things he scribbles on, squeezes out, shatters, pees on (yes), stains, smears, squashes, throws everywhere, &amp;amp; tears apart... He is quick &amp;amp; persistent. He will unlock, climb, and sneak. Just when I think he is sound asleep, or I am in the middle of doing an important contract for the hubby, or I'm trying to cook dinner, or I just look away for a second.... OH NO!!! He has a knack for finding permanent markers, nail polishes, any expensive cosmetic item, countless toothpastes, oils, powders, glitters, anything with dye... I don't even know why I still try to enforce no shoes, food, or drinks on the carpet. Our carpets are beyond repair now and I look forward to the day that we get laminate floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the beautiful daughters argue, whine, complain, ignore, &amp;amp; also make minor messes. So, by the end of the day I, like many wives, am exhausted &amp;amp; drained...I am trying to make a nice dinner (that no one will likely acknowledge or appreciate)...and the house is still a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to release some of the episodes of the day like a teapot letting off steam... but alas, apparently I should not. Maybe I want to justify to my tired husband that I too am VERY tired, and that I have been tidying the messy house all day-- to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I'm insecure, but maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; I am now? Now that I'm a housewife struggling with a messy house, do I have a need to prove that I'm not inferior-- that I just come against a lot of obstacles throughout every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the book, &lt;em&gt;"he will eventually tire of it and secretly think she doesn't know what she's doing... He might start questioning whether you are spending enough time with your children and feeding them all the right food groups. He may look bewildered every time you raise your voice or scold your child (even when the child deserves to be scolded) as if there is something wrong with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;! You will feel judged, unsupported and diminished. Trust us, if you let your husband constantly see how your kids upset you, he many be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt; for a while, but then he will become your biggest critic, the resident backseat driver."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suggest that you tell him positive things about your kids (&lt;em&gt;"Johnny brushed his teeth by himself today, Jane wrote her name for the 1st time, Brittany is saying please &amp;amp; thank you"&lt;/em&gt;). He will appreciate the happy news &amp;amp; think you are doing a good job. If you want to complain, vent, or get sympathy better to call a friend. I totally relate to this after having a handful of "Mother's Helpers"... I much preferred hearing how well things went to how terrible the day went-- it definitely made the helper seem more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;competent&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; caring when things went well and who doesn't love hearing when their kids do something good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your husband came home every day looking disheveled, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disorganized&lt;/span&gt;, with more disaster stories you might begin to think he is just incompetent. So, instead of acting like a harried, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; mother who seemingly lets her kids run amok- we can pretend we are a CEO. The house is the company, the kids are the employees, &amp;amp; we run a tight ship. We will not accept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;insubordination&lt;/span&gt;. We will set rules for everything (meals, bathing bedtime, time-out, etc), and stick to them. We will act confident, not flustered. The more structure we give the kids, the more they will respect us. We don't need our husband's approval, but we will get it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: Ironically I posted this right after the "law of attraction" post, and I must say I had the worst afternoon/evening yet... he was like a mad midget on crack. He turned the house upside down &amp;amp; inside out...till 10:30pm (bedtime is 7). So, I'm noting that from here on out I really need to make an effort to focus on my progress with his improving behavior, not his out-of-control behavior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-5085495549089946215?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/RXUMmPyPURg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5085495549089946215/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=5085495549089946215" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/5085495549089946215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/5085495549089946215?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/RXUMmPyPURg/rule-31.html" title="Rule #31" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlZeeF8sZGI/AAAAAAAAARw/Wby4y-VFjhw/s72-c/rules.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/rule-31.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBRXs5eSp7ImA9WxJUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-1513722339225041645</id><published>2009-07-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:22:34.521-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T14:22:34.521-07:00</app:edited><title>Mind Movies</title><content type="html">Somebody forwarded me a link to &lt;a href="http://www.mindmovies.com"&gt;Mind Movies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't totally impressed with the amateur presentation (maybe that's their niche), but I think it really is a great idea. I believe in quantum science and the "law of attraction" and this just takes it to the next level...beyond writing &amp; collaging. What better way to help you clearly visualize in the ideal vibrational energy than by actually looking at images of what you want, plastered with powerful affirmations, to music you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people have posted theirs on youtube, here's one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40nRMG5X6bI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40nRMG5X6bI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindmovies.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; the hubby, and the girls can all do this. It will be fun. Their &lt;a href="http://www.mindmovies.com/creationkit5/"&gt;program&lt;/a&gt; is only $49 (&amp; includes lots of extras).  I thought about just trying to make one on my own using my MAC but beings that I'm not very computer saavy, it's probably worth spending the $ for all the time I would save. Plus they will show you how to embed your movie with subliminals as well (hmm, maybe I'll make one for my husband with my own agenda embedded...mwa-ha-ha).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-1513722339225041645?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/RU0L6GoEW3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1513722339225041645/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=1513722339225041645" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/1513722339225041645?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/1513722339225041645?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/RU0L6GoEW3c/mind-movies.html" title="Mind Movies" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/mind-movies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EASXYzfip7ImA9WxJUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-2083820842751014499</id><published>2009-07-07T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:40:48.886-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T13:40:48.886-07:00</app:edited><title>"The One Minute Mother"</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlNtK3OR0bI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PHvMYxeUqNA/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355744415263609266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlNtK3OR0bI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PHvMYxeUqNA/s200/mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this morning I see this book in my son's rm. I don't know how long I've had it or if I've ever even read it before...but it was a quick, easy read on the treadmill. I realize parenting methods are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt;, but this has some good, simple advise told in a story format of a mother &amp;amp; her 3 adult daughters who are being interviewed about the 3 one min. secrets (it could really be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;summarized&lt;/span&gt; in 3 paragraphs but then you would miss out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of helpful details &amp;amp; examples).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlOpxw-y5qI/AAAAAAAAARI/nqRAEmrgDzE/s1600-h/goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355811054300620450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlOpxw-y5qI/AAAAAAAAARI/nqRAEmrgDzE/s320/goals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Children who like themselves like to behave themselves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I take a minute. I look at my goals. I look at my behavior. I see if my behavior matches my goals."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I help my children reach their full potential. I catch them doing something right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We become what we think about."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlOsbRH7LeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iKm28iu386s/s1600-h/praise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355813966326738402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlOsbRH7LeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iKm28iu386s/s320/praise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is is important for me to start right away to do the right thing than it is to wait until I think I can do it just right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I take a minute out of my day every now and then to look into the faces of my children."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's important as a parent is not so much what happens when you're there, it's what happens when you're not there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Children learn in three ways: by example, by example, and..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Goals begin behaviors. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Consequences&lt;/span&gt; maintain behaviors."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlOuvmglLPI/AAAAAAAAARg/tOSF475JD-Y/s1600-h/reprimend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355816514687937778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlOuvmglLPI/AAAAAAAAARg/tOSF475JD-Y/s320/reprimend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-2083820842751014499?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/QYE5wBqrRVk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2083820842751014499/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=2083820842751014499" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/2083820842751014499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/2083820842751014499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/QYE5wBqrRVk/one-minute-mother.html" title="&quot;The One Minute Mother&quot;" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlNtK3OR0bI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PHvMYxeUqNA/s72-c/mother.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-minute-mother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMQHoycSp7ImA9WxJVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-6890272764992906525</id><published>2009-07-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:38:01.499-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T14:38:01.499-07:00</app:edited><title>Naughty Teacher</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxDpHFbh_3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxDpHFbh_3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Wow, poor sexy teacher. Like she's really going to answer her door and chat about her DVD. Funny. Glad they reassured us that the G-rated version would be sent out soon. &lt;br /&gt;So, do you think this teacher should lose her job? &lt;br /&gt;Do you think a male teacher would have lost his job??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-6890272764992906525?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/9mWq4S6DNzM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6890272764992906525/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=6890272764992906525" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/6890272764992906525?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/6890272764992906525?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/9mWq4S6DNzM/lol-wow-poor-sexy-teacher.html" title="Naughty Teacher" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol-wow-poor-sexy-teacher.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGR38ycCp7ImA9WxJVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-3240678602948315468</id><published>2009-07-05T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:28:46.198-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T17:28:46.198-07:00</app:edited><title>BEST restaurant in the world!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlFEvExRnFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FxM1UlbXl2E/s1600-h/el-bulli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355137007445187666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlFEvExRnFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FxM1UlbXl2E/s200/el-bulli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have wanted to experience &lt;a href="http://www.elbulli.com/"&gt;El Bulli&lt;/a&gt; for quite some time (on my "bucket list")... in Dec. I hope to be announcing that I made the cut (8,000 out of 2,000,000) and will be flying to Spain in 2010 with my lucky reservation. If not, I will cross my fingers for 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Bulli recently won "&lt;a href="http://www.theworlds50best.com/module/acms_winners?group_id=1"&gt;Best Restaurant in the World&lt;/a&gt;" for the 4th year in a row. It is the ultimate culinary affair...average of 30-40 gourmet courses over the course of 4-5 hours (only open 6 months of the yr, with a new menu every yr). El Bulli is a cross between a research lab &amp;amp; an edible art institute, with dishes designed to entertain as much as nourish, to magically surprise the palate... Ferran Adria is obsessed with flavor... his creations provide sensual &amp;amp; intellectual pleasure...an emotional experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video cameras aren't allowed, however this lucky fella landed a dinner interview: &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mS0rttp9EIE&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color1="0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reviewing the top 100 restaurants for 2009, I see that I've had the fortune to dine at 3 of the 12 USA winners, so far... &lt;a href="http://www.frenchlaundry.com/"&gt;French Laundry&lt;/a&gt; (random surprise from my honey), &lt;a href="http://www.chezpanisse.com/"&gt;Chez Panisse&lt;/a&gt; (b-day w/ my BFF), &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.joel-robuchon.com/"&gt;L'Atelier de Joël Robuchon&lt;/a&gt; (in Vegas, baby). 7 are in NYC, 1 in Chicago, and to my surprise 1 I've never heard of, &lt;a href="http://www.manresarestaurant.com/"&gt;Manresa&lt;/a&gt;, fairly close-by in the bay area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-3240678602948315468?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/wkElNEd8EN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3240678602948315468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=3240678602948315468" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/3240678602948315468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/3240678602948315468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/wkElNEd8EN4/best-restaurant-in-world.html" title="BEST restaurant in the world!!" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SlFEvExRnFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FxM1UlbXl2E/s72-c/el-bulli.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-restaurant-in-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBQnw-eip7ImA9WxJVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-7891488338549118528</id><published>2009-07-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:52:33.252-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T11:52:33.252-07:00</app:edited><title>Don't drink and...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;...stick a firecracker in your @$$!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354330837228710418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sk5nhyrv6hI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2tKmFCcXWbo/s400/firecracker.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gross-- sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-7891488338549118528?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/DVLYx5rV3Ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7891488338549118528/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=7891488338549118528" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/7891488338549118528?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/7891488338549118528?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/DVLYx5rV3Ig/dont-drink-and.html" title="Don't drink and..." /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sk5nhyrv6hI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2tKmFCcXWbo/s72-c/firecracker.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-drink-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGR3YyfSp7ImA9WxJVFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-4055729491138698795</id><published>2009-07-03T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:18:46.895-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T15:18:46.895-07:00</app:edited><title>kiddie parfaits</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sk51dH8U6pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3jxNynhAbqI/s1600-h/jello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354346150198831762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sk51dH8U6pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3jxNynhAbqI/s400/jello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my patriot treat for the kid-infested partay this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;jello, pudding, &amp;amp; whip cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to make these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehungryhousewife.blogspot.com/2009/06/frozen-watermelon-pops.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;frozen watermelon pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (note all the comments:)&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't find a star cookie cutter!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-4055729491138698795?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/OrX7ng7z7oA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4055729491138698795/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=4055729491138698795" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/4055729491138698795?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/4055729491138698795?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/OrX7ng7z7oA/kiddie-parfaits.html" title="kiddie parfaits" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sk51dH8U6pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3jxNynhAbqI/s72-c/jello.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiddie-parfaits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRXw8eyp7ImA9WxJVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-7946797238969376868</id><published>2009-07-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:10:54.273-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T22:10:54.273-07:00</app:edited><title>Spouse pet peeves?</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAFiU6bZ678&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAFiU6bZ678&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is the ignorant and childish part of man that is the fighting part”&lt;br /&gt;                                                 -Ralph Waldo Emerson  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-7946797238969376868?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/XWHD8orVAg8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7946797238969376868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=7946797238969376868" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/7946797238969376868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/7946797238969376868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/XWHD8orVAg8/spouse-pet-peeves.html" title="Spouse pet peeves?" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/spouse-pet-peeves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMNSX8yeCp7ImA9WxJVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-8783219013456772134</id><published>2009-07-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:34:58.190-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T13:34:58.190-07:00</app:edited><title>Love vs. Rights</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/31542002#31542002" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="339"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been following this custody battle but I saw this clip last week on the treadmill. In my opinion, it appears to be another case of I-am-the-father-I-have-my-rights... not a sympathetic parent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;demonstrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love and a strong desire to be with his child. He hardly made an effort to even make contact until the mother died. I believe if this is really about being with his son, he should jump on the opportunity to have him back 6 days a week (unsupervised), even if it does mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt; relocating to Brazil. What is more important? He is fighting to win the battle, meanwhile losing the war (connection with his son). Seems he would be much more likely to get custody, if he had a relationship with his son. Heck, he could even try to "kidnap" his son back to the US &amp;amp; the fight from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm judging somewhat based on personal experience as a child in a custody battle. My biological father fought for sole custody &amp;amp; when he didn't get it, the visits and contact ceased. My father &amp;amp; I are close now, but he missed out on my childhood. My step-father was my "dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child isn't impressed with how much you fight for them and they don't want to hear about it or be in the middle of the two most important people in their lives. What really matters is the love and connection that is shared through time and experiences. If fact, they are more likely to sympathize with the parent who is less angry and more loving. David Goldman doesn't get it. It does appear that his son is happy and well adjusted with his extended family in Brazil. Here is a link to the interview with the step-father &amp;amp; grandmother: &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/cb-vmAzkZJnT_2MfUtefPUapQTrRSZxfDLX/exclusive_the_fight_for_sean/"&gt;http://www.metacafe.com/watch/cb-vmAzkZJnT_2MfUtefPUapQTrRSZxfDLX/exclusive_the_fight_for_sean/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-8783219013456772134?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/K1XPyAECr8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8783219013456772134/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=8783219013456772134" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8783219013456772134?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8783219013456772134?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/K1XPyAECr8A/love-vs-rights.html" title="Love vs. Rights" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-vs-rights.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFQ3k8eCp7ImA9WxJVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-609612384664889024</id><published>2009-06-30T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:11:52.770-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T14:11:52.770-07:00</app:edited><title>Is your jar full?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Skp_SfrSQ7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/QK9N45TKs2Q/s1600-h/434px-soviet_mayones_jar_250_ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353231062800679858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Skp_SfrSQ7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/QK9N45TKs2Q/s200/434px-soviet_mayones_jar_250_ml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar......and the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "Yes." The Professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the Professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else - the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first", he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand. "When he had finished, there was a profound silence. Then one of the students raised her hand and with a puzzled expression, inquired what the beer represented. The Professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers &lt;em&gt;(or wine!:)."&lt;/em&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/1871490681795650529-609612384664889024?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/vqm2IBwNsw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/609612384664889024/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=609612384664889024" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/609612384664889024?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/609612384664889024?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/vqm2IBwNsw0/is-your-jar-full.html" title="Is your jar full?" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Skp_SfrSQ7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/QK9N45TKs2Q/s72-c/434px-soviet_mayones_jar_250_ml.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-your-jar-full.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBQn04eyp7ImA9WxJVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-5842169878196509955</id><published>2009-06-29T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:00:53.333-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T14:00:53.333-07:00</app:edited><title>Free Books</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkkhUXuxkvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4v1Hei7ysvY/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352846265957847794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkkhUXuxkvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4v1Hei7ysvY/s320/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, this is going to sound pretty silly to some... every since I can remember when I wanted some books I went to the store &amp;amp; bought them or more recently ordered them on Amazon. Then I'm lucky to read them once, unless it's a cookbook or discipline bk. Even then, how many times have I bought them, then been disappointed... It probably started when I was young and used to love to read &amp;amp; highlight, then collect all these books...that I have since outgrown &amp;amp; that are just CLUTTER. So, a light bulb went off last week &amp;amp; I decided to take the kids to the library (1st time!). I am so excited!! SO many books --FREE...and I can return them when I'm done. No $, no clutter. Better than that, I can order what I want &lt;a href="http://www.saclibrary.org/"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;, then I can just pick up my &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; stuff at the desk... cookbooks, parenting &amp;amp; relationship books, magazines, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;audio books&lt;/span&gt;, DVDs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;..... sweet. Did you know you can check out 30 items per person?? Crazy. Oh yeah, &amp;amp; you can download &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;audio books&lt;/span&gt; to your iPhone. Nice. Did I mention you can return them to any of the local libraries (we have 28!)? If you don't have time to read them or lose interest-- no $ lost. Isis has already read through the 6 books she picked out (2 days ago)--great &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; diversion from media. Okay enough, I feel like I'm doing a library commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; last subject of the day is &lt;strong&gt;comments&lt;/strong&gt;. Is anyone out there? :) &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;, I would LOVE to have some feedback... Pretend this is just a random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; post and throw me a line once-in-while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-5842169878196509955?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/wmNfi5s36u0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5842169878196509955/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=5842169878196509955" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/5842169878196509955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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set of DVDs. &lt;br /&gt;Applies to everyone, in any relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-8298097167035738500?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/cDPGF6U8jhY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8298097167035738500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=8298097167035738500" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8298097167035738500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8298097167035738500?v=2" /><link 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type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkZqQD28ztI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dM2lXNc2P-8/s1600-h/homepage_header_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082031322648274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkZqQD28ztI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dM2lXNc2P-8/s400/homepage_header_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nwf.org/BackyardCampout/about.cfm"&gt;Today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanted to do it (well, sort of) but unfortunately, we live too close to the road (car noise). Almost every night is a campout in our bdrm anyway...Bella's beautiful venetian crib is still in there, Isis has nightmares from horror movies she watches @ her dad's, &amp;amp; Jade joins because she's a more-the-merrier kinda girl. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkQYG9CED0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AQ5G0rOSd4Y/s320/ft_wrapping02_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're 1/2 way to Christmas(!)...which is my favorite holiday. I do my best to come up with thoughtful personal gifts for everyone on my list... &amp;amp; secretly wish everyone did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can predict that again this year, most of the family will decide to just pick a name or buy just for the kids (usually gift cards) or immediate family. I feel like the spirit of Christmas is getting lost... celebrating connections with family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the economy and my desire to still give gifts I have decided to get crafty. If I can get organized this could actually save me some holiday stress (&amp;amp; $) and give the kids and I some creative summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a long list of ideas on my phone, somehow it has just disappeared (Beau I'm guessing), so here I go again (help me, Martha!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/goodthings/etched-glass-storage-jars"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Etched glass storage jars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;for storing flours &amp;amp; sugars in particular. I would love to get these. Most people could use these. I know you can find inexpensive jars at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Spa kit, including &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/natural-beauties-bath-fizzies?backto=true"&gt;bath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fizzies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/natural-beauties-body-scrub?backto=true"&gt;body scrub&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/savon-de-marseille?autonomy_kw=soap&amp;amp;rsc=header_4"&gt;soap&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Solid-Perfume/"&gt;solid perfume&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/natural-beauties-lip-balms?autonomy_kw=lip%20balm&amp;amp;rsc=header_1"&gt;lip balm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/good-things/shell-candles?Inc=bf89cf380e1dd010VgnVCM1000005b09a00aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=cf_link&amp;amp;comments_page=1#conversation-container"&gt;candles&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; a &lt;a href="http://offer.rhapsody.com/burn_music?pcode=srchrv&amp;amp;ocode=search&amp;amp;cpath=ppcse&amp;amp;rsrc=gg_ru_brn_14&amp;amp;SR=sr2rz7go10424sb142893pi1ai1&amp;amp;gclid=COC6mMTDppsCFSIuagodb1nWCg"&gt;relaxing CD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/shop/photo-calendars/product_c10014"&gt;Photo calenders&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.picaboo.com/photobooks/index.html?cm=pb&amp;amp;ad=g&amp;amp;cp=NA7md=web&amp;amp;gclid=CPa48978ppsCFRFWagodjjxuCw&amp;amp;ef_id=1541:3:s_05afeeof299342d9812d8eccd531436f_288401472:y9@aAO0-KSYAAGs6qv4AAAAg:20090626031837"&gt;photo books&lt;/a&gt; - both sentimental, easy, &amp;amp; inexpensive (compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.omnomicon.com/hot-sauce"&gt;Hot Sauce&lt;/a&gt; (my hubby &amp;amp; sister-in-law love it) - lots of great recipes, bottle it, &amp;amp; come up with a creative label ("Hot Mama" sauce;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/strawberry-jam"&gt;Homemade jams&lt;/a&gt; - not very original, but rare these days. Spare the healthy recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Homemade truffles (with variety of toppings) * Chocolate fudge (cut into squares &amp;amp; wrapped up like a gift with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; red ribbon) * Choc. dipped dried apricots * Homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Roca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; * Nut Brittle / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Toffee&lt;/span&gt; * PB cups * Peppermint bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, while googling ideas I see that the Pitt-Jolie family do the &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20247378,00.html"&gt;same&lt;/a&gt;...  Any other ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-2021746233520004993?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/7pd_47eVQQo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2021746233520004993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=2021746233520004993" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/2021746233520004993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/2021746233520004993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/7pd_47eVQQo/homemade-gifts.html" title="Homemade Gifts" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkQYG9CED0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AQ5G0rOSd4Y/s72-c/ft_wrapping02_xl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/homemade-gifts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDR306fyp7ImA9WxJWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-6234607391675723929</id><published>2009-06-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:19:36.317-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T08:19:36.317-07:00</app:edited><title>Easy, Yummy Tacos</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crispy Black Bean Tacos with Feta and Cabbage Slaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who needs meat? The cumin-scented black bean filling is hearty, satisfying, and incredibly easy to prepare. Round out the meal—and get a complete protein—by adding Mexican rice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;makes 4 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you may want to double recipe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prep: 25 minutes Total: 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Bon Appetit&lt;br /&gt;February 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkDiRXBwnXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TILi57YNstM/s1600-h/tacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350525145183198578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkDiRXBwnXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TILi57YNstM/s320/tacos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 15-ounce can &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2009/03/black_beans"&gt;black beans&lt;/a&gt;, drained&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/cumin"&gt;cumin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 teaspoons &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/olive_oil"&gt;olive oil&lt;/a&gt;, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon fresh &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/lime_juice"&gt;lime juice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/coleslaw_mix"&gt;coleslaw mix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/green_onions"&gt;green onions&lt;/a&gt;, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/tips/2008/04/how_to_chop_herbs"&gt;chopped&lt;/a&gt; fresh &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/cilantro"&gt;cilantro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 white or yellow &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/corn_tortillas"&gt;corn tortillas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup crumbled &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/feta"&gt;feta cheese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled chipotle &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/11/hot_pepper_sauce"&gt;hot sauce&lt;/a&gt; or other hot sauce &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place beans and cumin in small bowl; partially mash. Mix 2 teaspoons olive oil and lime juice in medium bowl; add coleslaw, green onions, and cilantro and toss to coat. Season slaw to taste with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Heat 3 teaspoons olive oil in large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Add tortillas in single layer. Spoon 1/4 of bean mixture onto half of each tortilla; cook 1 minute. Fold tacos in half. Cook until golden brown, about 1 minute per side. Fill tacos with feta and slaw. Pass hot sauce alongside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-6234607391675723929?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/rClB4pXlfo0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6234607391675723929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=6234607391675723929" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/6234607391675723929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/6234607391675723929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/rClB4pXlfo0/easy-yummy-tacos.html" title="Easy, Yummy Tacos" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SkDiRXBwnXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TILi57YNstM/s72-c/tacos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/easy-yummy-tacos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08EQHc9cCp7ImA9WxJWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-8633212917367479601</id><published>2009-06-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:36:41.968-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T12:36:41.968-07:00</app:edited><title>Jon - Kate + 8</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sib3cJsSicI/AAAAAAAAALI/scUnQ_Y7LcI/s1600-h/45417074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343230070931753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sib3cJsSicI/AAAAAAAAALI/scUnQ_Y7LcI/s320/45417074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother." &lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't even watch this show, just been following it via the news &amp;amp; gossip...but I'm sad. I'm sad for the 8 kids who have selfish parents who just gave up on being a family without fighting to save it, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I'm sad for Kate who mothered 8 children with Jon...yet he makes no effort to fight for her. Infact, he's "&lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt;" about his future?? He could at least feign some heartbreak for the loss of his wife &amp;amp; family, for the cameras... Maybe it's somewhat lucky for Kate that his true colors are coming out. Imagine how painful it must feel to have your partner say they're excited when they're announcing your seperation. There is no question that there has been infidelity with Jon and the thought of his freedom &amp;amp; fame getting him laid are the only excitement he's thinking of...not how this is going to effect all his children, his finances (alimony + 8 child supports!), &amp;amp; his future relationships. Now they both (mainly Kate) get the additonal stress of trying to do all the same things as a single parent...juggling all the daily duties, stresses, schedules, dating, and working ( if they lose their show). Now maybe Jon will understand why his wife is stressed &amp;amp; demanding...we'll see how he does when he has to handle everything himself, especially while the cameras are rolling. I just can't understand why they aren't trying marriage counceling or marriage seminars...especially when the divorce rate for marriages with multiples is 75%. It's not just about them! Everybody has challenges. I'm not opposed to divorces...but I believe you should try everything to save the marriage first. I also believe that man needs to fight for his wife. I think she's letting go fairly easily because she sees &amp;amp; feels that he doesn't really care. I think men need their ego stroked-- Jon hasn't worked in years, and he isn't very pro-active or appreciated by his wife at his own home...so now the new female attention is like a drug...it's all he can think about with no regard as to the really important things in life. Jon, you can't run away from yourself. Things are only going to get harder, unless you address the underlying issues before it's too late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-8633212917367479601?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/HZ8q6ZuFIrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8633212917367479601/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=8633212917367479601" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8633212917367479601?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8633212917367479601?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/HZ8q6ZuFIrg/jon-kate-8.html" title="Jon - Kate + 8" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sib3cJsSicI/AAAAAAAAALI/scUnQ_Y7LcI/s72-c/45417074.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/jon-kate-8.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04MQnYyfCp7ImA9WxJWF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-3065787120440525976</id><published>2009-06-22T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:26:23.894-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-22T14:26:23.894-07:00</app:edited><title>Stop Crying!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sj_2yhfjIUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/faWeOC1iQ8k/s1600-h/babysafe+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350266230184026434" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sj1VK6EMQHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CW5Hp3YMoXM/s200/daddy,+daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put your hand out to me in scary crowds, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on first school days and roller-coaster rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my questions need your ears, listening, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your eyes, searching, and your heart, loving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me I am smart, Tell me I am special, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me I am able with your ears, eyes, and heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point out pictures in my storybooks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the nursery rhymes to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show me your daddy, your mama, your growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share a cookie, half a sandwich, a joke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share your music, your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll listen with my heart as best I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hug Mama and smile at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Tuesdays and in the grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss us and take our pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at picnics and on birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell us big and little stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only on weekends or across telephone lines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only during commercials or between innings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share surprises, the only one-time times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shout when I slide into home base &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or sing solo in the school choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plant new trees and flower bulbs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a rose bush for Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play inside and outside games with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flick water drops and light campfires,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dive into cold waves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slide down snowy hillsides with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trains speed by, Planes lift off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cars race around, Trucks inch forward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ships sail away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers change classes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpas, grandmas, aunts, uncles die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes even sisters, brothers, and best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; and divorce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear your holler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About money and bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you push Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And take another drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then leave, slam the door shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the holler, the push, the door slammed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please stop. Stop, please. Please. Stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make home safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the world knock you out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And drag you off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, struggle back home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me be your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do the tough work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get well and strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we live where you and Mama stay gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting sitters or private schools raise me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we live where everyone works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is always barely just enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no one sees me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And feelings end up stuffed in a box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find a way to save us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the hard times when the money goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the bread-and-brown-sugar-breakfast mornings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saxophone&lt;/span&gt;-blowing-blues nights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the in-between, weary working months,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the string of long years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When others gather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they tell family stories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one someone says to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What's your daddy like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who you are and what you area,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who you are and where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will answer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I dye my hair green or cut it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or pierce my ears and nose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my music rocks the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But grab me when I wander too far from home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too close to a danger I cannot see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a firm hand and confident grin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I take off with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I graduate, head high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I enter a new world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One you helped me reach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One you could never enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I swim mountain lakes, Stride across deserts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stretch to the sun and moon and stars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Build doors and rooms and skyscrapers and worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, Daddy, I'll know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you area there, close by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Daddy, Daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy, Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me sit with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me hold your spotted hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let my eyes be yours, and my ears as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember when you were there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And asked nothing in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am here for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&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/1871490681795650529-8656343408343478295?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' 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/><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/Sj1VK6EMQHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CW5Hp3YMoXM/s72-c/daddy,+daddy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddy-daddy-be-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDSXw4eSp7ImA9WxJWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-8427436522308151401</id><published>2009-06-20T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:49:38.231-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-20T19:49:38.231-07:00</app:edited><title>"Food, Inc." &amp; "Meet Your Meat"</title><content type="html">&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 22px; BACKGROUND: url(http://www.peta.org/images/300x250_banner_vegpsa2.gif) no-repeat left top; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px; FONT: 13px/17px Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 10px; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://veggietestimonial.peta.org/?c=vtugwb"&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 78px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 100%"&gt;I Am a Hot Mama, and I Am a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 148px 2px 15px 0px; FONT: 9px Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: rightcolor:#1e141e;" &gt;Check Out All the Celebrity 'Veggie Testimonials' at PETA.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this movie noted on my planner for awhile, but looks like most of us will have to wait for DVD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2sgaO44_1c&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meet Your Meat":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.goveg.com/swf/255-mym.swf" width="255" height="195" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Paul McCartney: &lt;em&gt;"If anyone wants to save the planet, all they have to do is just stop eating&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;meat. That's the single most important thing you could do. It's staggering when you think about it. Vegetarianism takes care of so many things in one shot: ecology, famine, cruelty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie Hynde:&lt;em&gt; "The meat industry spends hundreds of millions of dollars lying to the public&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;about their product. But no amount of false propaganda can sanitize meat. The facts are absolutely clear: Eating meat is bad for human health, catastrophic for the environment, and a living nightmare for animals."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec Baldwin: &lt;em&gt;"Every time we sit down to eat, we make a choice. Please choose vegetarianism.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Do it for … animals. Do it for the environment, and do it for your health."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.goveg.com/feat/chewonthis/swf/320-COT.swf" width="335" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/?c=petastreamvids" target="_blank"&gt;Watch more videos at PETA.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.goveg.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.petatv.com/swf/video_level3.swf?v=" width="335" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/content/standalone/VeggieLove/Default.aspx?c=pbsaec09"&gt;'Veggie Love': PETA's Banned Super Bowl Ad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIVE AND LET LIVE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-8427436522308151401?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/1j_2mhKAGbM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8427436522308151401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=8427436522308151401" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8427436522308151401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/8427436522308151401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/1j_2mhKAGbM/food-inc.html" title="&quot;Food, Inc.&quot; &amp; &quot;Meet Your Meat&quot;" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-inc.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFR38_fCp7ImA9WxJWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871490681795650529.post-2446293700484231502</id><published>2009-06-19T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:16:56.144-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T07:16:56.144-07:00</app:edited><title>My "Human Bowling" commercial</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SjuczlbJpJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7QHcG0QN5gY/s1600-h/ports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349041392465847442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SjuczlbJpJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7QHcG0QN5gY/s320/ports.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just found this on youtube...a commercial I did when I was pregnant for Beau.  I was supposed to be a WT mom, obsessed with my son becoming a pro human bowler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrbigfilm.com/HUMOR/portshumanbowlin.html"&gt;http://www.mrbigfilm.com/HUMOR/portshumanbowlin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P5YSbSoVo3c&amp;amp;hl=" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871490681795650529-2446293700484231502?l=hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HotMama/~4/hE_xP2MBxxo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2446293700484231502/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871490681795650529&amp;postID=2446293700484231502" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/2446293700484231502?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871490681795650529/posts/default/2446293700484231502?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HotMama/~3/hE_xP2MBxxo/my-human-bowling-commercial.html" title="My &quot;Human Bowling&quot; commercial" /><author><name>Sherié</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838502924003013189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/ShnYbC_XAfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cOslTgVKyKc/S220/SashaMikob+(119).JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sW2a0_Pu08Q/SjuczlbJpJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7QHcG0QN5gY/s72-c/ports.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotmamainthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-human-bowling-commercial.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

