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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 02:56:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Stepford Mommy</title><description /><link>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/sBjC" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/sbjc" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-6122022786169071483</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T09:45:11.264-04:00</atom:updated><title>Still fighting the good fight!!</title><description>Thank you Crazy Sister for asking how I'm doing!  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. . . still fighting the good fight against the Mommy Mafia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologize for my absence!  I've just been alternating between dizzying busy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; and short spurts of sweet, sweet downtime. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was a blast.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt; one of our greatest wishes and bought a boat!  It's no Queen Mary but for us, it's perfect!  Let's see. . . .what else?  I guess you could say we did a heck of a lot of nothing this summer but we loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're back to school and doing hard time in the carpool lane ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to try harder to keep my blogging muscles flexed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-6122022786169071483?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/pbbJ-FkVRPE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/pbbJ-FkVRPE/still-fighting-good-fight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-fighting-good-fight.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-161919526779946582</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T10:00:18.061-04:00</atom:updated><title>My 'outer circle'</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;.  It's the oddest thing- it really is.  I mean there is no other way on this planet to peek into so many other people's lives.  Most blogs are reassuringly mundane.  They remind us that normal is normal and regardless of the economy, politics or our own personal turmoil kids will still say horribly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; things at just the wrong moment and pretty much anyone can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; step in dog poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there are the inspirational blogs.  Those created by incredibly strong people who want to share their story as it is happening.  They show us the power of human spirit in the face of pain or overwhelming odds.  How people can, and do, get up and keep going in situations we can't imagine for ourselves.  We pray for them.  We send love and sometimes money.  We need to know this- to see it in action- to believe that God will give us the strength if ever we should need it.  We are lifted even if we secretly believe we couldn't carry on if it was us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But there is a third kind of story too.  One we don't initially 'sign on' for but that we live through with our faraway friends through their blogs.  Because every once in a while our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friends will be struck by a horrible- often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt;- tragedy out of the clear blue.  Their mundane posts about dogs eating daisies or the backaches of pregnancy are stopped dead in their tracks by a sudden illness or tragic accident.  Our hearts break for these people we usually don't know and we rally around them, if only in our prayers.  And we are stronger for this too because we know that today we are lucky but tomorrow it could be us.  We remember to appreciate our gifts and never to take them for granted.  I've had this type of 'out of the blue' tragedy and I pray that I'll never have another episode.  But anything can happen and I'm occasionally in need of that reminder.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there a point to this babbling?  I'm not sure.  But one thing I can say is that I'm grateful for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm thankful that I have a place to blurt out the stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; sometimes too painful or personal or neurotic to tell my 'inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt;'.  I realize that though this blogging I've developed an 'outer circle' of total strangers who have or may come to know me in a different but equally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt; way than my 'inner circle'.  I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt; from their encouragement when I was immobilized with fear and too scared of to reach out to my closest friends for support.  And I'm grateful- eternally grateful.  I only hope that I can make a worthwhile contribution back to the invisible safety net that I can now rest assured is below my daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;high wire&lt;/span&gt; act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-161919526779946582?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/yhDHZxob6iI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/yhDHZxob6iI/my-outer-circle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-outer-circle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-7023986093996041195</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T12:24:54.496-04:00</atom:updated><title>Won't you be my neighbor?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The house next door is for sale.  Actually the one next to it is for sale too.  And one more down the block.  Not unusual stuff these days.  Many would find it depressing.  I know I would if I wasn't such an upbeat and cheery person (HA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm actually pretty psyched because I'm becoming increasingly sure that stars will align and the fates will look fondly upon me and deliver some fantastic new neighbors.  People who are friendly and nice.  People who will come over when I invite them to hang out.  People who (please please please) I might someday consider to be my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It could happen.  Stranger things have before, you know.  And until then I'll keep shooting 'go away' vibes to the oddballs I see touring the houses and 'yes, yes this is the one' vibes to the fun looking people.  And if anyone out there is thinking of moving to a depressingly plastic suburb because of the fantastic schools-maybe you can be my neighbor!  We could band together and overtake the PTO in a midnight coup or start a rumor that children who have more than 4 nanny organized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt; a week are less likely to get into the Ivy League college of their choice. . . it'd be a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-7023986093996041195?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/OI1xRPqxm-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/OI1xRPqxm-4/wont-you-be-my-neighbor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/wont-you-be-my-neighbor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-4951614355746413066</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-10T16:14:10.921-04:00</atom:updated><title>Overheard in Times Square</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No!  I don't hang out in Times Square!  But when one lives in the 30's on the east side and is careless how they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;navigate&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zabar's&lt;/span&gt; they are occasionally caught in the tourist tide.  But I digress. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was walking down Restaurant Row so proud of myself for going across and uptown and back only having consumed 2 Gray's Papaya Hot Dogs (and no coconut champagne due to my diet but either way don't tell Ken because he'll go all 'no meat on Good Friday' which I totally forgot until after the second dog) when I overheard two young (everyone seems young these days- no?) kids saying the following "Oh there's ton's of places to eat here.  There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TGI Fridays&lt;/span&gt;, The Olive Garden and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt;."  If I'd been piggy enough to have bought a coconut champagne, and still had any left, I'd have dropped it to the ground then and there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frivolous&lt;/span&gt; comments I expect from time to time but on RESTAURANT ROW????  What I don't understand is how it is that on these kids weren't struck down by lightening right then and there!  Maybe God was too busy with the Good Friday thing.  Makes me wish I'd remembered before I hit 72&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd Street &lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-4951614355746413066?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/mVIubhgmTw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/mVIubhgmTw8/overheard-in-times-square.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/overheard-in-times-square.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-74586672903878978</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T09:48:04.785-04:00</atom:updated><title>Off to the big city</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello all!  This afternoon I'm off to the Big Apple for a few days!  I'd love to say that it's going to be fun filled and action packed but I'm really just going for a few days of R&amp;amp;R.  A few mornings of sleeping in and bagel deliveries then long walks to my favorite old haunts for lunch and dinner (see a theme developing here?) then back for a nice glass of wine and a good book.  No bright lights or Broadway plays- but that's my NY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll keep you 'posted'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-74586672903878978?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/g-oqvJnuoWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/g-oqvJnuoWo/off-to-big-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/off-to-big-city.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-7588426319575975065</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T09:15:54.621-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's a sunny day!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And all I can think about is my garden!! Of course I've completely gone overboard and ordered something like a million heirloom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; but I'm not going to mention it to Ken until they arrive!   Don't the experts recommend keeping the mystery alive in your marriage?  I'm sure that's a reference to tomato purchases- aren't you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and by the way, am I the only one who is still terrified of mispelling the words &lt;em&gt;POTATOES&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;TOMATOES&lt;/em&gt;?  Damn you Dan Quayle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307487052239426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/Sdyide8mkkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0v3mOepitcI/s400/Heirloom_Tomato_Salad_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-7588426319575975065?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/qxUu3sPOaks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/qxUu3sPOaks/its-sunny-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/Sdyide8mkkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0v3mOepitcI/s72-c/Heirloom_Tomato_Salad_1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-sunny-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-6063091976844528173</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T10:54:07.046-04:00</atom:updated><title>Good news at last</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good news at last!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results from my tests came back benign!  Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for their concern and support.  You bloggies are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-6063091976844528173?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/oSs6zg9Tm60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/oSs6zg9Tm60/good-news-at-last.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news-at-last.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-1898693172681419123</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T12:23:09.307-04:00</atom:updated><title>The wait is over!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, not that wait (the Doctor still hasn't called) but the wait to hear about Jamie Oliver's new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petal Blossom Rainbow was born yesterday.  Ok, I'm pretty loose about baby names but when you already have Poppy Honey and Daisy Boo at home do you really need to go to Petal Blossom Rainbow?  Why not just take the extra step and throw in Fairydust as well???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still love him anyway :)  Best of luck to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00773/jamiemain_773282a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 390px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00773/jamiemain_773282a.jpg" alt="" 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/6455878866319322066-1898693172681419123?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/_9od1Noofog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/_9od1Noofog/wait-is-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait-is-over.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-8515528775308164692</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T21:38:59.232-04:00</atom:updated><title>And now the wait. . .</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well here I am waiting. What I haven't mentioned is that I found a painful lump in my right breast Sunday. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gp&lt;/span&gt; saw me Monday and made an appointment for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mammogram&lt;/span&gt; and ultrasound today. (Shame on me for not getting a baseline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mammogram&lt;/span&gt; last year when she mentioned it. . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, they did a bilateral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mammogram&lt;/span&gt; and an ultrasound of the right breast. Looks like the painful part was a cyst but they also noticed a 'nodule' that they wanted to biopsy. I'm not a panic freak but this biopsy-able thing wasn't even on my radar and all of a sudden I was wanting an ultrasound of the left breast. Like really wanting it. So, I did my magic and convinced the very nice Radiologist to give a look on the left side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo and behold she found what she called a "complex cyst" over there and she decided to slate me for the biopsy and cyst aspiration in a couple of hours. They suggested I go home and relax but I know me and I was sure that I'd just surf the web until I was whipped into a self induced panic so I bought a Danielle Steele, a sandwich and wasted some time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long story short, the complex cyst turned out to be a cyst and a mass so next thing you knew I had two cysts and two biopsies. They placed markers at the locations of the biopsies, told me not to worry and that I'll get my results at 3pm tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so I went home and thought slightly nervous I was ready to just wait it out until my darling Ken pointed out that they probably say that to everyone (THANKS KEN!). He's probably right. I mean what are they going to say- go home and freak for 24 hours??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now I wait. I'll let you know what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-8515528775308164692?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/UCXW8RYNIaA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/UCXW8RYNIaA/and-now-wait.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-now-wait.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-2740663474826592974</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T13:02:23.788-04:00</atom:updated><title>Food for thought</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Happiness is not the absence of problems but the ability to deal with them."  H. Jackson Brown, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-2740663474826592974?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/QpFYCbnKyDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/QpFYCbnKyDg/food-for-thought.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-7595867037405233436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T17:08:15.416-04:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Oliver</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't possibly be the only person in America who is going out of my mind in anticipation of the birth of Jamie and Jools Oliver's third child can I? It's ridiculous and I'm certainly not the type to be such a 'fan' but they just seem like the happies people and I know they've wanted this child for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-7595867037405233436?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/CDX85u9srME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/CDX85u9srME/baby-oliver.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-oliver.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-545414158952614948</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T13:41:11.143-04:00</atom:updated><title>Do not tell The Flyer</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do NOT, I repeat do NOT tell The Flyer that Mommy cleaned out her closet. It really was self defense given that the house was about to explode due to completely-outgrown-little-girl clothes that she wouldn't let me purge. Oh, and the fact that Mommy went crazy on Ebay and bought 15 Lilly dresses for the summer. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honestly, The Flyer has more clothes than any middle aged woman I know. Between my love affair with Lilly and Godmother L's obsession with kids clothes this child could open a store. But I digress. The bottom line is that now all drawers can actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;close&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the closet is more than a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bursting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pile of crazy and every pair of shoes actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not too concerned that she'll catch on about the purge. I'm sure she thinks that it's all just in the laundry- givent that we don't have a great turnaround time here. . . So, as long as I can sneak those 5 bursting bags over to Goodwill I'm in the clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yippee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-545414158952614948?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/F7JYWyfJxqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/F7JYWyfJxqo/do-not-tell-flyer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-not-tell-flyer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-5931276045767301627</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T11:34:55.026-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sunny thoughts for a rainy day</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/SdDmi55HMDI/AAAAAAAAARM/0kZBCfDShbQ/s1600-h/IMG_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004647254863922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/SdDmi55HMDI/AAAAAAAAARM/0kZBCfDShbQ/s400/IMG_3796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/SdDmip7DM8I/AAAAAAAAARE/K_O9IlcyjaM/s1600-h/IMG_3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004642968024002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/SdDmip7DM8I/AAAAAAAAARE/K_O9IlcyjaM/s400/IMG_3995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/SdDmioCVkYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DTl_JIIxHfg/s1600-h/Ginger%27s+Palms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004642461716866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/SdDmioCVkYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DTl_JIIxHfg/s400/Ginger%27s+Palms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-5931276045767301627?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/cn5cte4ey9A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/cn5cte4ey9A/sunny-thoughts-for-rainy-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/SdDmi55HMDI/AAAAAAAAARM/0kZBCfDShbQ/s72-c/IMG_3796.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-thoughts-for-rainy-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-9112217661006340546</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T11:39:48.291-04:00</atom:updated><title>Asparagus means I'm home</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nope I haven't lost my mind (yet). This weekend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt; and I planted our Asparagus bed. It's been on my list of things to do forever but I never got around to it. You see, Asparagus isn't for the faint of heart. At best you're looking at two years to produce anything edible and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; some work involved so it's always represented (to me at least) the kind of thing you don't undertake unless you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you're not going anywhere. Like when you know you're home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And though we've been here for nearly seven years (!?!) until Ken, Mini-Ken and Tiffany came along I guess my heart wasn't sure that this house was home. Until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, here's to Asparagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-9112217661006340546?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/Ju_JTonpM3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/Ju_JTonpM3g/asparagus-means-im-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/asparagus-means-im-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-3685529762943193686</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T16:17:00.246-04:00</atom:updated><title>I figured it out</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally figured out what is wrong with me.  I need a vacation.  And I don't mean a vacation from blogging to enjoy my life.  What I need is a vacation from my life to roam around the blogosphere.  How does that sound?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now to get the rest of the people in my life onboard. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-3685529762943193686?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/eE1NMvW0Bm0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/eE1NMvW0Bm0/i-figured-it-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-figured-it-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-7017892625249894239</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T11:40:05.617-04:00</atom:updated><title>What the blog is wrong with me, anyway?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that can't get out of this funk? Is it the weather? The fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;approaching&lt;/span&gt; big four oh (or should I say big four oh no!) I've been one big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crabapple&lt;/span&gt; lately and it's bugging everyone including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sitting around wasting my day skimming catalogs and 'shopping' online for stuff I can't afford? Why do I beat myself up again and again for being so chubby instead of going for a run? Why did I have that extra glass of wine last night and let myself get 'obnoxious' (according to Ken)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the blog is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-7017892625249894239?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/_sBAHaCMQbE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/_sBAHaCMQbE/what-blog-is-wrong-with-me-anyway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-blog-is-wrong-with-me-anyway.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-6480031018011711898</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T14:02:07.439-04:00</atom:updated><title>Points</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I'm back to counting my points.  Mommy is never going to get skinny unless she &lt;em&gt;PAYS ATTENTION&lt;/em&gt; to what she's eating!  I know that's not much of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; to many but I've always been able to get away without worrying about portion control (too much) because my eating habits have always been quite healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until recently.  My dearest, loving Ken is a wonderful cook and he loves to feed his family.  And I love to eat.  We all see where this is going- yup straight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plumpsville&lt;/span&gt;.  Unless I'm willing to live with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt; higher than my IQ I'm going to have to get things under control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And exercise. . . groan. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-6480031018011711898?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/xk-hKxlHr4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/xk-hKxlHr4o/points.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/points.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-4939442098994705494</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T22:10:02.282-04:00</atom:updated><title>Horror Show</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.   So what does one say when their ex breaks up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the long-term girlfriend who your kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt; is family?  Answer: nothing.  You hope and pray that it all works out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND . . . what if it doesn't?  What if he decides after 3 months that he wants to marry the 'new' girl (who happens to be Russian and, as far as I understand, in need of legal documentation)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-4939442098994705494?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/bN4Je8pSce4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/bN4Je8pSce4/horror-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/horror-show.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-9083302178889481405</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T19:18:30.643-04:00</atom:updated><title>A peek into my afternoon</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look outside! It's SNOWING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;: WHAT?!?!? Lemme see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken: No it's not- holy crap it's snowing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realization&lt;/span&gt;: I'm lucky to have already been cuddled by the fire with a glass of wine or I'd have taken this resergence of winter very badly. ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-9083302178889481405?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/GwzhXC6fqBc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/GwzhXC6fqBc/peek-into-my-afternoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/peek-into-my-afternoon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-2046876002829689708</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T10:51:53.872-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mini meme</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not a big fan of those huge long meme things (not that I don't like reading other people's- they can be fascinating) so I'm hoping to head off any future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meme's&lt;/span&gt; with this brief summary of things one might not know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. Sure it's not the white-blond of my childhood but I'm not 4 anymore so. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have not only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;superfun&lt;/span&gt; garden but an actual (really small) orchard. Makes me feel like a grown-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm mildly addicted to Yankee Candles and must have one burning in my office during work hours or I'm not at all to blame for my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unproductively&lt;/span&gt;. I particularly like the coconut scented one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am of the firm belief that one of the best things that one can provide for their guest's comfort is a good book and a great place to enjoy it. Since I rarely have guests here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stepford&lt;/span&gt; (Mommy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McMansion&lt;/span&gt; is more like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; Shoebox) I focus my energies on the beach house and I assure you there are piles of books and nooks to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to cook, sew, create and decorate. I also enjoy going for a nice run but I'm a little lazy so that comes and goes in spurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I live for that moment on the beach when it's perfectly quiet and I feel as though It's just me and the sun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love my friends and adore entertaining. I wish I had more people in my life who would just drop by. I hate that things have become so formal as to require an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;invitation&lt;/span&gt;. Just pop in for heaven's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eight is my favorite number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Under no circumstances do I ever see myself eating eel. I love Japanese as much as the next Mommy but nope. Not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am fully aware that nobody cares that much about the above 9 things. Except me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-2046876002829689708?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/6T3V_8djMfc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/6T3V_8djMfc/mini-meme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/mini-meme.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-6409751136177955237</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-21T10:38:10.319-04:00</atom:updated><title>Shut me up Saturday</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;it's no wordless Wednesday but I thought I'd give it a shot. Anyway, I'm dreaming of summer and here is where I'll be. . . Paradise (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, it's not all that perfect but check out my &lt;a href="http://stepfordmommycreates.blogspot.com/"&gt;plans to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;redecorate&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315645353172542370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/ScT3SQPOI6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cbqnfexs_F0/s320/capehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315645362567866370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/ScT3SzPPaAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LqWYV4xBea4/s320/view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-6409751136177955237?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/t_qSPap8YDE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/t_qSPap8YDE/shut-me-up-saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8H64MeaTMc/ScT3SQPOI6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cbqnfexs_F0/s72-c/capehouse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-me-up-saturday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-4120615619240866889</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T09:34:51.090-04:00</atom:updated><title>Spring has sprung!!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And do you know what that means? Mommy's thinking of the beach! I've executed my assault on the snow and I'm happy to report that we have success (or we will by the end of today). So now I'm free to jump directly to thoughts of sun and sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I know that its kinda like putting the cart before the horse but- really- isn't that what I usually do anyway?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Around here we have this odd limbo season I like to think of as pre-spring. It's warm enough to know that winter is over but still not spring-y enough to start gardening so year after year I find myself wandering the local nurseries and physically restraining myself from purchasing plants that will unquestionably die immediately if I ignore all advice and good sense and plant them like I'm &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year I've decided to skip all that torture and use this pre-spring to focus on what I'm going to do to the family beach house I've inherited to truly make it my own. If you're at all interested I'd love it if you'd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stepfordmommycreates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pop in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and give me your thoughts about my thoughts. . . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-4120615619240866889?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/0y3UZol_NLs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/0y3UZol_NLs/spring-has-sprung.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-has-sprung.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-4375353015241354439</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T14:04:35.126-04:00</atom:updated><title>Melt my snow please</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is not a nice day at all.  It is overcast, cold and rainy.  However, I'm not about to let that dampen my spirits.  Instead, I'm going to use the rain to my advantage and make my ultimate assault on the permafrost icepack that has thus far refused to vacate my back deck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since the first 'warm' day a few weeks ago I've been chipping away at it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know that nobody is going to be hanging out back there for a while but I am experiencing this compulsive need to eradicate all reminders of this winter's horrible snows.  For the most part it's all melted and elsewhere my plants are starting to bud and all is right with the world.  But still the view out my window is of snow and ice.  I can't stand it!  So yet again I was out there this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;winter boots&lt;/span&gt; stomping away and breaking the ice into the smallest possible chunks to speed melting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ken is this close to flying in a team of Psychiatrists from Austria so I'd better hope it works this time.  Maybe I'll just go crunch those bits a little smaller before he comes home. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-4375353015241354439?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/t6Ifj8Ktzdg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/t6Ifj8Ktzdg/melt-my-snow-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/melt-my-snow-please.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-3169316785473634017</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 12:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T09:07:01.702-04:00</atom:updated><title>My most humble apologies</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To you the adored readers of my most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt; of blogs I offer my humble apologies for my recent lack of posting.  To the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unbelievably&lt;/span&gt; interesting people to whose blogs I am addicted and follow with a passion which might be consider odd (were you not so fabulous) I apologize for my recent lack of participation.  I assure you that I will catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where the hell have I been?  Right here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stepford&lt;/span&gt;, of course- which is sort of like hell but that's another story.  I've been tinkering with the idea of changing up the format of my little blog and between that and 'work', this mommy's life has been B U S Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Short catch up: birthday party went fine.  (can not for the life of me understand people who choose to work in places where said birthday parties are held- I'd rather be strung up by my ankles); work is the same as ever (as far as I can tell because Lord knows I'm not paying as much attention as I should); the weather is still crazy (we've had snow followed by 60 degree weather followed by snow more than once in the last couple of weeks); The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt; is still dragging me to cheer competitions (I spent the last two days waking at 5:30 to rush to a place filled with 2500 children who shouldn't be wearing makeup) and knucklehead- he's right on track with his plot for family, if not world, domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, to recap: sorry, sorry, sorry.  I'll do my best to figure out this blog rehab or get over the idea asap.  Missed you guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-3169316785473634017?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/nGO4fKAvPN8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/nGO4fKAvPN8/my-most-humble-apologies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-most-humble-apologies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455878866319322066.post-1998259425964281205</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T09:48:57.435-05:00</atom:updated><title>Please excuse me while my heart breaks</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry to have been such a downer lately.  I've been sick and not at all my usual pithy self.  And now it's worse. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Believe it or not, I've spent the last couple of days in bed thinking I'm being too hard on these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stepford&lt;/span&gt; Mommies.  Maybe they're just the way they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they're trying to fit in?  I dunno.  But now I'm back to resenting the hell out of them.  Why you ask?  Because they're mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The flyer's birthday party is coming up and only 4 of the people invited have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RSVP'd&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, no big deal but apparently the others are slow to respond because there is another party scheduled at the same time.  That's fine- can't help these little glitches in life- but you see I wouldn't know about the other party because my daughter wasn't invited.  In fact, this isn't the first time.  We tried to arrange a play date with one girl only to be told (rather rudely I might add) that she was going to a classmate's birthday party.  Hey!  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt; is one of her classmates and if we were inviting your daughter over it's because we &lt;em&gt;clearly didn't know about any party&lt;/em&gt;.   Why point it out and make my kid feel bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to think of it, my kid has only been invited to 2 parties this year.  One from a girl in her class and another from a girl in the other class.   There are 18 girls in her grade this year (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; we invited all to The Flyer's party).  We are more than half way through the year so you'd think that there would have been more than 2 parties, wouldn't you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In what demented universe is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to invite some but not all of your kids classmates to a birthday party?  I get it that 37 is too many kids so no need to invite the whole grade but there are 18 and 19 in individual classes.  You could invite the whole class or all of the girls in your class (9 in one and 8 in the other) or all of the girls in the grade but why leave people out?  Does it make the kids feel better because they've snubbed someone?  Or is the Mommies who are doing this selective inclusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does this cult really need to indoctrinate their 8 year old daughters into the cycle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;snobbiness&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455878866319322066-1998259425964281205?l=stepfordmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~4/LWDL8kja2Ho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sBjC/~3/LWDL8kja2Ho/please-excuse-me-while-my-heart-breaks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stepford Mommy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stepfordmommy.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-excuse-me-while-my-heart-breaks.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

