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</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/a0Edk3QPKno/what-pile.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvaPnyuMuZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/aEG3t83L9HE/s72-c/110709_1252%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/a0Edk3QPKno" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-pile.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-6630182343213842674</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T04:11:49.057-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weather</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">favre</category><title>Poor Favre....</title><atom:summary type="text">Is it any wonder Favre can't seem to figure out what he wants to do? It's from living with the weather in Wisconsin for so long. Last month the kids wore winter coats and mittens to homecoming and today my youngest played outside in a t-shirt. It's not Favre's fault - it's the environment....</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/uN3ttFdnDYk/poor-favre.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/uN3ttFdnDYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/11/poor-favre.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-4257378639669559379</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T04:16:19.220-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rummage sale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">winter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mittens</category><title>Changing of the seasons</title><atom:summary type="text">
November 1st. 

It's probably safe to assume that the rummage sale I was planning is not going to happen anytime soon - which is really sad because I had it all set up and just couldn't find a weekend when I was at home long enough to hold it. 

I have to say it was really tempting to just leave the rummage sale set up over winter, so come spring I could fling open the garage door, and be ready </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/0xZTJDXchPw/november-1st.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvDqYSVumyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/n5w2KGWSohs/s72-c/110109_1434%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/0xZTJDXchPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-1st.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-3355860358719774451</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T20:32:36.152-06:00</atom:updated><title>Weekly Card 10/24</title><atom:summary type="text">Look, juggling! (10/18-10/24)

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/CEUlYKTl4Zk/weekly-card-1024.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvDnpXNqa7I/AAAAAAAAAm8/hzz4ZhoUHnQ/s72-c/110309_1417%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/CEUlYKTl4Zk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-card-1024.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-4681283467024517977</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T04:04:07.643-06:00</atom:updated><title>Back in the nest</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, the first flight into the adult world was a success. My oldest returned from her trip to D.C. with photos, souvenirs, stories, new friends from across the country, and so much to consider about what she wants to do with her future. That was the hardest thing I have done in a really long time – and probably the best.
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/ArzIVQe0foQ/back-in-nest.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvCBSatfQeI/AAAAAAAAAmc/njht1nb_D7M/s72-c/101609_1454%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/ArzIVQe0foQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-in-nest.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-4769901298931796202</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T04:17:26.550-06:00</atom:updated><title>Weekly Card 10/17</title><atom:summary type="text">Pre-flight checklist (10/11-10/17)

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/Dxts0UwDfnw/weekly-card-1017.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvDmobvbNrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AFrWT0lwgnw/s72-c/110309_1416%5B01%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/Dxts0UwDfnw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-card-1017.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-5648441472839126259</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T20:26:02.327-06:00</atom:updated><title>Shopping anyone?</title><atom:summary type="text">Every parent has done it. You’re shopping at the mall looking through sale racks with your preschooler by your side. You look down and she’s gone. The practical side of your brain is telling you that she’s probably hiding in the clothing racks. But there’s no convincing the protective parent part of your brain that goes into full panic mode, scanning the store for every possible abductor, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/sXD72wxqoN0/shopping-anyone.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/sXD72wxqoN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-591893387872075027</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T04:07:46.150-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sick Irony…</title><atom:summary type="text">I left the airport after sending my daughter off into the great unknown, and stopped to pick up a paper on the way home, thinking the crossword puzzle would take my mind off it. The feature story was about plane that landed the plane in the Hudson river a while back. Are you kidding me?
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/ItTP4HyjzKE/sick-irony.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvDlqDXQlHI/AAAAAAAAAms/OoSHcwAHego/s72-c/101309_2201%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/ItTP4HyjzKE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-irony.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-9092419951160404130</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T20:25:20.596-06:00</atom:updated><title>Like the first day of school... kind of… not really…. Ok. Not at all.</title><atom:summary type="text">
Tomorrow morning I am putting my oldest daughter on a plane to D.C. alone to attend a conference for a week. I wrote all her important numbers on an index card to keep in her wallet. Would pinning it to her shirt be overkill?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/xAMzfIdv4e4/like-first-day-of-school-kind-of-not.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvCA04n22SI/AAAAAAAAAmM/nq_dm9aP9n0/s72-c/ad1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/xAMzfIdv4e4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-first-day-of-school-kind-of-not.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-5101953321055861195</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T20:22:13.466-06:00</atom:updated><title>Weekly Card 10/10</title><atom:summary type="text">Ribbons (10/4-10/10)

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/aldo_zxyqak/weekly-card-1010.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SvDkz4IyTgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/XL-OxpSnaZo/s72-c/110309_1416%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/aldo_zxyqak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-card-1010.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-5329371560769568092</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T03:20:09.807-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sleep</category><title>At least I feed them</title><atom:summary type="text">We have all seen that baby who couldn't keep going any longer and fell asleep face down in her food on the high chair tray. I give you the 14 year old version. 

I went up to her room to make sure she had enough to eat and say good night, and found her sleeping with her dinner plate on the bed next to her (and yes, that's a steak knife inches from her head).</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/OuJLM-r-x8U/at-least-i-feed-them.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SshUqdoZtfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Alag9b1ZTho/s72-c/092209_2242%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/OuJLM-r-x8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-least-i-feed-them.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-5108570866252240338</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T03:13:19.994-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weekly cards</category><title>Weekly Card 9/20</title><atom:summary type="text">Connections (9/20-9/26)

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/_WPuX-Qg7so/weekly-card_2088.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SshY1xlAw_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/h8w1pu0l01A/s72-c/100409_0300%5B01%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/_WPuX-Qg7so" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-card_2088.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-5307000849858599425</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T03:13:36.538-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weekly cards</category><title>Weekly Card 9/13</title><atom:summary type="text">On the road, and off (9/13-9/19)

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/rWzqNAvW6jM/weekly-card_04.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SshYj9t7xcI/AAAAAAAAAl8/e-GnpldxFKE/s72-c/100409_0300%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/rWzqNAvW6jM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-card_04.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-4205925771059112856</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T03:14:00.414-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weekly cards</category><title>Weekly Card 9/6</title><atom:summary type="text">"Never" - eight years later (9/6 - 9/12)

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/0TSdmfmHG1E/weekly-card.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SshYMdrJ_qI/AAAAAAAAAl0/i_fxNmYoL3k/s72-c/100409_0259%5B01%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/0TSdmfmHG1E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-card.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-6716705913765100600</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T03:07:52.172-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weekly cards</category><title>Weekly Card 8/30</title><atom:summary type="text">Two years ago I started a project called "the weekly card". Each week I decorated an index card using paint, paper, stickers, and found items to create a piece of work that represented the week for me - kind of an journal entry without the words. I really missed doing them, and decided to start again with the start of the school year. Here's the first one: 

Fighting Back to School (8/30- 9/5)

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/_INCmdu09E8/weekly-card-830.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SshXNqAep8I/AAAAAAAAAls/4xavLqi3Czk/s72-c/100409_0259%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/_INCmdu09E8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-card-830.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-8480959239991143850</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T02:47:50.869-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prank</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toilet paper</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">house</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">neighbor</category><title>Excuse me, you have toilet paper on your....</title><atom:summary type="text">
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/dSdWABJ8kog/excuse-me-you-have-toilet-paper-on-your.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SshSg9yEs-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/uLP2tflV2LY/s72-c/100309_0735%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/dSdWABJ8kog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuse-me-you-have-toilet-paper-on-your.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-727003628043967405</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 04:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T23:17:05.580-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'm not addicted to my toys - I'm not!</title><atom:summary type="text">So, I'm way up in the Northwoods of Wisconsin for work. I had great plans to get caught up on work and work on some photo projects for my family while I was here. Instead, I wound up at a hotel without cell reception and WIFI. When I set my cell on the bed by my feet I had service, in my hand on the right side none. The WIFI in the meeting room would be strong for 20 minutes then cut out, and the</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/yAsVQgI6nGo/im-not-addicted-to-my-toys-im-not.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/yAsVQgI6nGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-addicted-to-my-toys-im-not.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-4587518575410050184</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T08:13:33.117-05:00</atom:updated><title>And the day begins....</title><atom:summary type="text">I would never be awake to see this if I didn't work nights.... </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/VB4C1r95E3M/and-day-begins.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/Sqzu01iS2uI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7bi3iafs--E/s72-c/091309_0729%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/VB4C1r95E3M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-day-begins.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-6994169186309733420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T00:08:53.780-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtc</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">september 11</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new york</category><title>In honor of today...</title><atom:summary type="text">This morning my kids and I were talking about how remembering September 11 is so much different now that we've been there and seen these places. I thought in honor of today, I'd take you on a little sightseeing tour of some of the memorials we saw on our visit to NYC last month.

Eleven Tears: This memorial is beautiful, peaceful, and so simplistic, but no element of symbolism was overlooked. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/NBhZxoG01a8/in-honor-of-today.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SqrXkZHmxqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8I42XSfA2Q8/s72-c/100_2408.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/NBhZxoG01a8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-honor-of-today.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-2979959659627377938</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T20:14:14.282-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">remember</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">never forget</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">9-11</category><title>At least in some places "never" still means "never"</title><atom:summary type="text">Today when I came out of work, the City had flags lining all the bridges crossing the river. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/5TfV_EiugMY/at-least-in-some-places-never-still.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SqmeV-9KA8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/SbBAQVCvG6Q/s72-c/091009_1440%5B00%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/5TfV_EiugMY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-least-in-some-places-never-still.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-5117164519058169944</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T19:53:29.212-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sister</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sketchers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nephew</category><title>That's right...cover the guilt with shoes</title><atom:summary type="text">My sister sent me this today, and I thought I would post it here, because I feel much less like a bad parent when I know that she is doing the very same thing that I would have done.... 
Well worth every penny… 
In the last few days, my youngest son has been missing his older sisters who now both attend school all day. He is reminded that he is without playmates every time I slow down the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/ClUahCQTo-4/thats-rightcover-guilt-with-shoes.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SqBiqTRMvDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oh-z7D7UmNs/s72-c/sketchers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/ClUahCQTo-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-rightcover-guilt-with-shoes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-5104400390187120022</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T20:07:45.350-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daughter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">schedule</category><title>I knew one of them would give me a good story....</title><atom:summary type="text">As my oldest was getting ready this morning she announced, "I hate my schedule. I'm going early to change it." Why she could not do this two weeks before school started, when she got her schedule, I have no idea. 

So I dropped her off at school an hour early with her "sucky" schedule, her locker shelves (again, you have two weeks to do this and wait till the morning that school starts), and a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/q40hFUDeH4I/i-knew-one-of-them-would-give-me-good.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/q40hFUDeH4I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-knew-one-of-them-would-give-me-good.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-6354563795421063930</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T15:44:41.464-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>Just get on the bus....</title><atom:summary type="text">This morning all the children here are back to school. 

Some parents must capture every last memory before their innnocent baby goes out into the big world. As I was leaving the subdivision, I watched as one mom climb onto the school bus with her little one to take a picture, and took three more of the bus pulling away (I think she might have even chased it just a few steps before she realized </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/jQkGs3nZ6As/just-get-on-bus.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/jQkGs3nZ6As" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-get-on-bus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-4743013276987211110</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T21:40:59.884-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">husband</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><title>How moms get stuff done</title><atom:summary type="text">My teacher-husband, unlike the rest of the world, has off all summer. The first week of June we put together a list of the things that really needed to get done over the break. Today when I pulled in the driveway the giant tree branch that was on "the list" scraped along the windshield again, and I couldn't take it anymore. 

I know the reasons he will give for not doing it - we don't have a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/gQIHJc07XpI/how-moms-get-stuff-done.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q78VPWsSg88/SpshZxlIjKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/M1SZIVkqGMA/s72-c/102_0523.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/gQIHJc07XpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-moms-get-stuff-done.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495374828098474892.post-4622259488296814432</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T05:50:04.211-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>How predictable....</title><atom:summary type="text">My kids went for school physicals a few weeks back, and after being measured my oldest stepped off the scale and asked, "Am I still five-foot-eight'?"It just reminded me how it is to be a teenager - from day to day, nothing - not even your height - is a given.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~3/3QnLkI-ccMs/how-predictable.html</link><author>lifebeyondthebleachers@gmail.com (Deena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lifebeyondthebleachers/~4/3QnLkI-ccMs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-predictable.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
