<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095</id><updated>2012-02-06T15:28:49.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It Off</title><subtitle type='html'>It's not what you think it is</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5405737387510897785</id><published>2012-01-30T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:34:00.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;   It is really hard to find people who do what they say they are going to do.  I hate to give up on people but how many times should a person bail on you and you be OK with it?  My new attitude toward this is going to be " call me when you are ready to wear your integrity panties".  I am not going to waste my time relying on people who repeatedly let me down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt; I understand when it has a valid reason.  Like " I can't go to the gym, my baby has big red spots all over him".  Absolutely, be with your baby.  I would think you were horrible if you didn't!!  haha  But it is when you say " let's go for a run this day"  and you get a yeah sure!!  then you get a " I will have to see"  and then you get an excuse that they could totally work around.  I don't care if you want to sit on your ass and find an excuse for doing anything in life.  It isn't my life you are ruining.  But don't waste my time by making false promises.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;  I find these people are hard to find.  I'm running out of friends.  Am I an asshole??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-5405737387510897785?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5405737387510897785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5405737387510897785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5405737387510897785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5405737387510897785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-really-hard-to-find-people-who-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6369448064498491087</id><published>2012-01-23T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:12:03.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;A follow up from yesterday.  When driving to work or standing in line and the person in front of you doesn't seem to know what they are doing or taking forever to get out of your way,  just think to yourself. " They are not doing this on purpose, they just have their own thing going on.  Don't take it personally.  You don't know what their day has been like and they are not being slow because they want you to be late.  They are just un aware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6369448064498491087?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6369448064498491087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6369448064498491087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6369448064498491087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6369448064498491087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2012/01/try-this.html' title='Try this!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6741293625223833775</id><published>2012-01-22T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:35:26.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>try it for a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;Ego,  have you ever thought about it?  How much does it get in the way of  your life every day??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;  Try for just one day to go with out it.  Get up and get ready for your day without dressing in something someone else will like.  Wear something you want to wear and something comfortable.  With staying in the reasonable allowances for your work or whatever your plans are.  IE:  If you work in an office and you are supposed to dress business casual.  Dress business casual.  But if there is a blazer you have  been wanting to try with a certain shirt, but not sure of the colours together.  Just wear it.  You will know if YOU like it by the end of the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;  Go through your day not judging anyone and pay to no mind of people who you feel might be judging you. It doesn't matter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"&gt;  I read a book a while ago about ego. I have tried this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; and it is very difficult, BUT very liberating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6741293625223833775?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6741293625223833775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6741293625223833775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6741293625223833775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6741293625223833775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2012/01/try-it-for-day.html' title='try it for a day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-8812599967786262638</id><published>2011-04-08T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T05:31:32.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have a few goals that I I need to hit... and I figure I need to put it all down somewhere.. A) Goal weight!!! gotta stop waiting for it to just happen... my diet is getting back to normal but still falling off the wagon... I think I at a whole cup of mini M&amp;amp;Ms yesterday and 1 1/5 cupcakes that I make the previous day with they boys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B) Need to see my Visa bill at a big ft 0... It has gotten a little up there with a few medical things and the bitter sweetness of having to pick up a few new clothes that fit... and My Vacation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;c) There are a few relationships need to work on.. fortunately the most important one is fantastic ( My marriage) but there are a few out there that I would like to whip in to shape.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-8812599967786262638?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8812599967786262638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=8812599967786262638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8812599967786262638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8812599967786262638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2011/04/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1608860035897924904</id><published>2011-04-04T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T06:37:43.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Fell off the wagon the last week and a half.. I went back home for a bit of a holiday.  My kids had spring break so we headed to Grandma and Grandpas house.. It was great.  My oldest didn't want to come home but the youngest was a little bit home sick. I would have liked to stay a little longer but it was nice to get home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;  I did really well as far as hitting the gym every morning.  Did not miss one day,  even after going out a few late nights... I was wiped when I arrived home and needed a few good nights sleep before I felt caught up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;  Didn't eat very well while I was there.. My parents don't have regular dinner routines... they just eat when they are hungry.. so it was tough... but I am only up 3 pounds and I am ok with that.. I had a good week and for the amount of drinks I consumed and the amount of dinners on the run, I say 3 lbs is pretty good... won't take long to get rid of that and then I can focus on the last 5.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;  I have a couple of new gym buddies that are have goals and focus.. I have workouts planned with them and throw in a yoga class or two, I think I am going to see results quickly... I just have to remember that it is 80% diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1608860035897924904?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1608860035897924904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1608860035897924904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1608860035897924904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1608860035897924904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-1-back-on-track.html' title='Day 1 back on track'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-414548727818183613</id><published>2011-03-25T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:17:41.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS IF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Made a trip to my home town yesterday with my two boys.  It was a great drive!!  Very uneventful, which is good when you are driving with two kids for 6 hours!!  THEN with about 3 minutes to go to get to my parents house I was pulled over.  I had an expired licence. &lt;br /&gt;  So, he must have just been watching cars go by and plugging in licence plates.  Mine was registered to me and I had an expired licence... So, my licence was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seized&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't do anything until this morning because all of the registry offices were closed.  I was seriously 7 houses away from my parents house... I was tempted to call my Mom and have her come and get the boys but decided to just wait it out... The officer said that he really wasn't supposed to let me drive it but he said he would let me drive the rest of the way but he was going to follow me.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;  Nothing like a police &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chaperone&lt;/span&gt; to your parents house&lt;br /&gt;&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/6340801453411699095-414548727818183613?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/414548727818183613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=414548727818183613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/414548727818183613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/414548727818183613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-if.html' title='AS IF!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4876506760346437748</id><published>2011-03-14T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:02:24.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bhDiveOtGc/TX6AlUpwqwI/AAAAAAAAASE/fnZNg7rthhI/s1600/before%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bhDiveOtGc/TX6AlUpwqwI/AAAAAAAAASE/fnZNg7rthhI/s320/before%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584041966673373954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6U6n5A0yE0/TX6AlMcSO-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/OJ-fOxv_LiY/s1600/before%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6U6n5A0yE0/TX6AlMcSO-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/OJ-fOxv_LiY/s320/before%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584041964469369826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So  this was me in the summer.  July 30th to be exact.  I was forced to  take these pictures by a friend of mine who is a personal trainer back  home.  I did not want to do it.  Let alone did I want to show anyone.  I  think for real, I didn't want to see the reality.  Cause I was the only  one who didn't know what I looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started me on a  journey of changing my diet habits and my activities.  You may not know  it but I was relatively active here.  I needed to change a lot about  what I ate.  I knew what to do.. But it was so easy to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  remember the moment when I thought.. This isn't me.. I was back home  and in the middle of a workout with my personal trainer friend.  We were  working out side by side and I saw him in the mirror beside me and I  saw how perfect his posture was and then I saw me.. even though I was  standing up straight I looked sloppy and sad.  I said to myself this has  got to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHIMLm3BOQg/TX6Ak-XFsFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kZVe98TD8tA/s1600/35%2Blbs%2Bafter%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHIMLm3BOQg/TX6Ak-XFsFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kZVe98TD8tA/s320/35%2Blbs%2Bafter%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584041960689479762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-im5t6TpRue8/TX6AkTnMrvI/AAAAAAAAARs/3T9PnQqW2qs/s1600/35%2Blbs%2Bafter%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-im5t6TpRue8/TX6AkTnMrvI/AAAAAAAAARs/3T9PnQqW2qs/s320/35%2Blbs%2Bafter%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584041949214322418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This was taken today.  I am  happy to say that this is the last time I will be wearing this swimming suit.. it is way too big.. There is a 35 lbs difference between the two sets of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;  I still have about 5 lbs I would like to lose and do some more muscle work but for the most part I am quite happy that my hard work is showing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6340801453411699095-4876506760346437748?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4876506760346437748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4876506760346437748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4876506760346437748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4876506760346437748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/before-and-after.html' title='Before and after'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bhDiveOtGc/TX6AlUpwqwI/AAAAAAAAASE/fnZNg7rthhI/s72-c/before%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6197652906136890256</id><published>2011-03-11T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:48:20.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vent @ blogspot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; If I didn't know better, I would say I am PMSing!!!  I'm not however so my feelings are genuine unhormonal induced feelings!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;  Tav had his 5th birthday last week YAAAAAY!!!  he is growing in to such a sweet, compassionate little boy.. What makes me so angry is that the only member that acknowledged his birthday with a card ( there was money in it too) was the 3rd husband of hubby's paternal Grandmother... he sent Tavish a card on behalf of her.  Her health if failing unfortunately and probably wouldn't know what a birthday is!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;  I think it is totally unacceptable.  I have politely mentioned the passing of the birthday to members and they have pretty much just replied.. 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No it isn't at a crazy early morning time (it's the first thing people ask). It is at 9 am to 10am.  Perfect for getting me and the kids up and ready.  Jada is our instructor and she is great!!! We go Monday, Wednesday and Friday for 4 weeks.  We have had two classes and I am loving it so far... but this morning I woke up with a sore swollen throat and have gotten more congested through the day... it sucks!!!  I always seem to get a cold when I am starting something new... I think it is a test of my will. &lt;br /&gt;  I am going to go tomorrow no matter what.  Stupid cold. I am currently drinking a neo citran, I have taken some oil or oregano ( it is supposed to be a bacteria killer). I am going to take some more before bed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&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/6340801453411699095-6879931369649903387?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6879931369649903387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6879931369649903387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6879931369649903387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6879931369649903387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2010/07/will-testing.html' title='Will testing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7581874600705804659</id><published>2010-06-26T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:28:32.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updated pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just updating the pics I have of the boys on here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7581874600705804659?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7581874600705804659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7581874600705804659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7581874600705804659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7581874600705804659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2010/06/updated-pics.html' title='updated pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4554035389007037128</id><published>2010-06-24T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:25:29.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Wow!!! it has been a looong time since I have posted.  I was angry because of all the spam comments I was getting on here and couldn't delete them.. I tried a few times to clean it up but failed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;   I will update with some recent pictures and info on what is up with my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;thanks for readin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-4554035389007037128?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4554035389007037128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4554035389007037128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4554035389007037128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4554035389007037128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-it-has-been-looong-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7988173594566539259</id><published>2009-01-01T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:54:56.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I have the worst manners. Never invite me over for dinner!!!  Especially if you expect proper etiquette.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  My mother in law invited us over for a new years day brunch.. It is always a gamble when she is cooking.  There have been a few dishes that she has served that were... well... unusual.  while waiting for brunch to be ready, my brother in laws girlfriend Natasha ( who is a sweetie by the way) and I were sitting in the living room relaxing when we heard we were having turkey pie and tuna casserole for lunch... I might  have made a face and asked Natasha "is that what we are having for lunch??" she replied "I think so" with a sort of similar face that I had made... She also followed with a I am sure it is going to be really good!!  Natasha is not the sort of person who says anything negative, bad, derogatory etc... I then followed with a comment about rather having McDonald's breakfast burritos.. I was a tad bit hungover from some new years cheer...  Brunch was served and My father in law had said something about the tuna casserole... He had said "how about serving some of that dog food on your plate". I was a little giggly about that for a little bit but decided I was hungry from not having breakfast and started to dig in the salad she had prepared.  It was tomatoes, feta cheese, green onions and raw, fresh mushrooms... I thought it was a little strange for a salad but what the heck... I started to scoop some out and put it on my plate when my darling husband had asked me if I was OK... I then realized that I had a look of absolute disgust on my face.  I started to giggle uncontrollably... I couldn't stop... My eyes were tearing up and I couldn't stop then from rolling down my face... seriously couldn't stop giggling...  I went on for at least 10 minutes... I had excused myself form the table, when I thought I had gotten control over it I would sit down and begin to eat... It would start all over again... finally I had finished my fit and was able to sit down and eat... I am pretty sure it was over 10 minutes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I am not too sure what had gotten in to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7988173594566539259?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7988173594566539259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7988173594566539259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7988173594566539259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7988173594566539259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-manners.html' title='Bad manners'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3878642440870359822</id><published>2008-10-19T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:30:37.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  I have laughed so much in the last 24 hours...  not just laughing but bent over crying laughing.  That doesn't happen as much as I would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  Simon and I were getting the kids ready for their bath.  Both boys were naked and running around the house.  Really if you were comfortable doing that around people you totally would.  Not exactly sure what happened but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Declan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; came into the bedroom perplexed about something and said " Mommy, Daddy and me are all the boss... Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;".  We both kind of smirked and Simon had asked him what was going on...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Declan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; had just said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; wasn't the boss... not sure what it was all about.  Simon had then asked " well what about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Declan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; says " Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; is the boss of CRAZY!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!!!  I almost peed  my pants.  Simon and I couldn't do anything else but laugh for a good 5 minutes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  #2... I just finished watching the rest of forgetting Sarah Marshall.  We had started it last night but I fell asleep 1/2 way into it.  I found it way funnier than Simon did but there is a certain part where an ex couple were in opposite adjoining rooms... not gonna give it away but it was super funny.  Really tears rolling down my cheeks laughing. I love that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3878642440870359822?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3878642440870359822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=3878642440870359822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3878642440870359822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3878642440870359822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-funny.html' title='Too funny'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7693898966042432397</id><published>2008-09-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:19:17.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I rescued two little salamanders yesterday.  I was starting my shift and was one of the first people there.  I was walking to a different department to put something away that was out of its place on my desk.  Fortunately for me there was no one near cause I let out a really girlie scream when I saw it.  There was this little lizard thing crawling across the aisle.  I couldn't really tell what it was at this point cause it had so many dust bunnies and so much dirt on it that it was hard to see what it actually was.  I walked closer to it and saw that is was a little cute salamander.  Not really little in salamander terms cause it is actually about 7 inches long.  Sure is cute.  I cleaned him off and put him in a bucket with some water and a rock.  I also grabbed a bit of greenery for it.  Someone later found another one and put  them together.  They actually snuggled it was cute.  I really wasn't sure if I was going to keep them, it was something I had to run by Simon first.  And by this time I had a few people interested in keeping them if I didn't.  Simon was excited to have some insect eating pets so we got to keep them.  One of them is going to another home as soon as she can get a tank together for it.  So far no names have been given.  We came up with the name Juan for the one I am going to keep but it isn't really set.  We did have a little chuckle about calling him Juan Solo.  Declan wants to call him Lizard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Will keep you posted with pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7693898966042432397?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7693898966042432397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7693898966042432397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7693898966042432397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7693898966042432397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-pets.html' title='New pets...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-8682911007506288525</id><published>2008-08-04T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:10:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teri and Patrick part two-the reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Simon and I were the first guests to the reception.  We are never early for anything.  Our excuse was we were kidless for the weekend. THE WHOLE  WEEKEND!!!  It was so perfect outside that we grabbed our drinks and sat outside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  The bridal party showed up and  the reception began.  As we began our dinner the craziest thing happened.  We had some really heavy sun showers.  As soon as Simon gets the pictures sorted out, I will post those.  Not a cloud in the sky but rained cats and dogs.  A sign???  There was thunder and everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  After dinner were the speeches and I think the tears were already shed in the ceremony earlier because there was a whole lot of laughter.  However it was time for the bride and groom to say their stuff.  Again Patrick had the room in tears with his tribute to Teri's late parents and how Teri has been through so much.   Then the big news.  They had announced that Teri was 14 weeks pregnant.  I thought the room was going to come off the hall.  Everyone was so excited for them.  I knew a bit before hand and when Teri had told me that they were going to announce it at the wedding I was a little bit worried about how it would be recieved because they are young and Um hello, they just got married.  It was awesome!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-8682911007506288525?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8682911007506288525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=8682911007506288525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8682911007506288525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8682911007506288525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/08/teri-and-patrick-part-two-reception.html' title='Teri and Patrick part two-the reception'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1062629141881582818</id><published>2008-07-27T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:12:51.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teri and Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or should I say Teri and Pat??? Today we celebrated a wedding. It was the best celebration ever!!! The story starts way back when... Teri was one of my staff when I was assistant manager at a retail store I would say about 7.5 years ago. She was awesome. one of the most responsible kids I had ever known. I say kid in the term that she was 17 when I met her. Anyways she got married today. In the small gathering she had invited me along with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;Teri has had it pretty hard in the last little while. Keep in mind she is 23...&lt;br /&gt;Last January ( 07) so 1.5 years ago she had lost her dad to cancer. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer and lasted about 7 months from what I remember. Her mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer not long ago and passed away 3 weeks ago. Very sad, I know. Let the ceremonies begin.&lt;br /&gt;So, two weeks after burying her mom, she was married, the plan was if her mom was still around, they were going to have a private ceremony at the house and get married there with her mom. There was no way she would have been strong enough to leave the house to make it to the church. Then they would head to the church and have a mock ceremony there. Her mom didn't make it so it was all done at the church.&lt;br /&gt;Teri had called last night to see if Simon would take some pictures for them at the ceremony today because in one of their attempts to save some money, they only hired a photographer to take some formals... before the ceremony had started and we were waiting to see the beautiful bride some shenanigans had occurred...&lt;br /&gt;The first... I had notice that there were two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corsages&lt;/span&gt; by the unity candle... No one claimed them. I had realised that they were for the Mother and Father of the bride. It was a co-incidence I later found out. The flouriest had made a mistake and make one extra of each. Gave them at no charge... Then the first two seats at the front of the church where the parents usually sit were vacant... The family left them vacant... they were for the parents... sad I know... The part of the ceremony where it was obvious that Teri was alone in her journey what walking herself down the Isle... She made it half way... Then Patrick had walked up to her and walked her the rest of the way, not a dry eye in the building... The rest of the evening was truly a celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1062629141881582818?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1062629141881582818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1062629141881582818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1062629141881582818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1062629141881582818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/07/teri-and-patrick.html' title='Teri and Patrick'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-9028150979672407853</id><published>2008-06-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:53:17.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!  I hope nothing else happens!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have been at my new job for two months now and already I have not shown up for a shift and now I have told off a customer.&lt;br /&gt; I showed up for work on Tuesday and the people I was working with let me know that I didn't come in for my shift the previous Thursday.  OMG!!!  No one even phoned me!!!  I would have raced down there if I knew I was supposed to be there!!!  No one seemed at all concerned about it.  I had even spoke to the manager and apologized.  He had said not to worry about it and since no one called me it really wasn't my fault.  Um O.K.&lt;br /&gt; As soon as I showed up for work today I had a lady yell at me because she had been waiting for help for 15 minutes.  She was in a department that is kind of out of the way so we don't go there unless someone needs help there.  She had someone page and call our desk but there was no one available to help.  There were two other staff members on and one was with a customer putting in an order and the other was on a break I think.  So, she comes right up to me and asks me if I was from this department...  I said yes and then she yells at me that she has been waiting for 15 minutes and no one has come to help her or even come by to see if she had been helped.  I apologized and explained that I just got there and everyone else was busy.  I then had said I am sorry, what can I help you with .  We were walking to the department and she was shitting on me the whole time about crappy customer service, no one bothered to help her, no one tried to do anything for her blah blah blah.  Why was there no one around???  You know the kind of crap you get from someone who probably has her husband wipe her ass at the ring of a bell.  Anyways I apologized again and tried to sympathize.  Even though we had adequate staff I had said something about there not being enough staff anywhere anymore, blamed it on the economy.  She had the freakin nerve to say to me " I don't need to hear your excuses".  I stopped dead in my tracks and said to her that I didn't want to help her.  I said that if she was going to treat me like crap that I wasn't going to continue to help.  She went on complaining that no one even offered to take her name to have some one prepare this item for her so she could come and pick it up later.  So then I said that if she wanted me to help her that she had to change her tone and then I asked her " what do you want me to do??"  She said that she would like me to help her with this item .  I had said O.K. , I will but you have to be kind to me.  So, I got everything done and asked her if there was anything else she needed from me and I went back to my department to vent on whomever was not helping someone.&lt;br /&gt; Minutes later I heard a request for a manager on duty.  Ah I thought to myself, there she is.  Still needing to be heard and is going to complain about me.  The manager came over while I was helping someone and I had asked him if he was there to talk to me.  He said yes.  I asked if it was about the lady.  he said yes.  I finished with the customer and we went to the back room.  We sat down and he said O.K. what happened.  I told him and he smiled at me and said there are some people you just can't please.  He sent me on my way and told me to try and have a good shift.&lt;br /&gt; I have a month to go and I will be done my probationary period.  I hope nothing else happens because regardless of the day I had I do enjoy my new job.&lt;br /&gt;  AND!!!  I have to send out a Happy Birthday to Justin!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-9028150979672407853?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9028150979672407853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=9028150979672407853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/9028150979672407853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/9028150979672407853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoa-i-hope-nothing-else-happens.html' title='Whoa!  I hope nothing else happens!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7866487823184965958</id><published>2008-06-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:32:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilford again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;  Gilford's funeral was a sad ending to his life.  When Simon got home from work, we had brought the little fish tank out of Declan's room and called Dex over.  Simon had explained to Declan that Gilford was not moving or swimming anymore so that mean that he had died.  Declan was kind of confused and had commented on the colour of the fish had changed.  The next part was a little bit heart breaking.  It came to the time to take the fish out of the tank and flush it.  Declan had said that he wanted Gilford to stay in the tank.  It was then explained that the fish could not longer stay in the tank because his body was not meant to last in there.  It had to be flushed.  A tear was shed.  I think it was mine.  The 3 boys went to the bathroom for the funeral flush.  Declan insisted that he do it.  Once flushed, the realization of what death meant came to Declan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;and he needed a hug and a tissue from daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;  I was glad that Declan understands what death is, it saves from it being an issue when he is older and maybe more saddened by the act.  He understands and he knows that life goes on.  We had dinner and then rushed out to the pet store for a new fish.  He named it Gilford again.  Declan picked a fish that looks just like Gilford Sr.  Gilford again was officially put in the little tank this morning.  The water that I had purified for the tank last night didn't cool off in time to put things together last night so I did it first thing this morning so when Declan woke up Gilford &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;was swimming happily in his tank. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Declan even had a morning chat with his new friend.  He even insisted that he fed him himself this morning.&lt;br /&gt;  All is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7866487823184965958?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7866487823184965958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7866487823184965958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7866487823184965958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7866487823184965958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/06/gilford-again.html' title='Gilford again'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5767824862920540926</id><published>2008-06-16T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:41:27.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye gilford</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;  Declan's first pet fish has died.  I just found him a few minutes ago.  I was a little unsure of how to let him know.  Should I just go and find him a new one that looks similar and pretend nothing happened???  Or should we tell him and see how he reacts and do the funeral flush??? &lt;br /&gt;  I am not a good candidate for moving anything that is dead so after a call to Simon he had suggested fishing him out, explaining to Declan that he has died and then if he wants to replace him we can head out to  the pet store and get him a new one.  I am waiting for Simon to get home to do the dirty work. &lt;br /&gt;  I hope he takes it well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-5767824862920540926?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5767824862920540926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5767824862920540926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5767824862920540926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5767824862920540926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-gilford.html' title='goodbye gilford'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-8014501623854317406</id><published>2008-05-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:22:45.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I brought my camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tonight was Declan's school year end presentation.  It was so cute.  We of course forgot our camera.  The teachers had all the kids up on the stage sitting in chairs.  It was pretty much the whole year in review.  They sang songs and entertained us.  It was so typical with the one girl who kept lifting up her dress to fix her tights, the little boy who sat in the chair and did nothing throughout the entire thing and so on.  It was awesome.  At the end was a little slide show from through out the year and I couldn't believe how much the kids  had changed in just 9 months, they all looked like babies at the beginning.  I can't wait for the next year to start.  I am actually sad it is over, I have made some friends with some of the moms there and wish I could keep in contact with all of them but I know it won't happen. I have made friends with two of the moms that I know will be around for a while if not forever and I am glad of that.&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/6340801453411699095-8014501623854317406?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8014501623854317406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=8014501623854317406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8014501623854317406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8014501623854317406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-i-brought-my-camera.html' title='I wish I brought my camera'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6719010704025626131</id><published>2008-04-27T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:08:48.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>much needed update from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day glorious readers.  I have been a crazy busy woman.&lt;br /&gt; Everything has been plotting on really well with work.  I was getting a bit impatient with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; after I had done my initial interview; here is why.  ( I have changed the names of the staff)I had my interview and immediately had the second.  Seriously.  I was asked to wait while they found someone to do my second interview after my first one was done.  I heard back from them the following Wednesday that.  I was asked to come in for a HR interview to witch they would be handing me a job offer.  So I went in the The following Tuesday I think. homer (the HR dude) had said that he has a job for me but not sure where.  His exact words were.  I do have a spot for you here Amy, I am just not sure where to put you so I can't give you a contract today.  I had said O.K. but really what I was thinking was "WHAT!!!".  Wednesday I got a call from Lily M (there are 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lillie's&lt;/span&gt;).  She had said that Homer had a contract for me and could I come in anytime to have a look and sign up.  I had a Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Appt&lt;/span&gt; the next day and said that I would see if it were O.K. with my girlfriend ( who was watching the boys), if I were gone for a little bit longer.  Amber was fine with that.  After getting my thing swabbed I headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; and spoke to Homer who had a contract ready for me.  It was a bit comical because the starting day was for April 1( and it was mid April by this time) the date had been scratched off and the days date was put on top.   There was a name of Heather that had also been scratched off and my name placed above it.  Also the starting wage had been scratched off and my wage was above it ( the other wage was much less than mine was).  So I signed on the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;I started my training last Saturday and it was 6.75 hours of watching videos with a bunch of other new hires.  There was a bunch of other training that I had done through the week and I had my first official 4 hours on the floor yesterday.  It was tonnes of fun.   I think I am really going to like it there.  I am working in Home Decor and have lots to learn still even after the 26 hours of videos I had watched in the week.&lt;br /&gt;So, this week I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Declan's&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party to get ready for.  I ordered a pirate party theme for him ( that is what he wants to be when he grows up).  I have a few things to pick up this week and I will need to do it when I am Kid free.  I am working 4 shift this week and one is a full shift on Saturday WICKED!!! AND my folks are coming up sometime to be here for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Declan's&lt;/span&gt; party.  I have a feeling that this time next week I will be wondering where the week went.&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated.  A cousin of mine found a picture of me when I was I think 4 or 5 years old.  I have always complained that there are no pictures of me when I was little so this was very cool for me to see.  My sister always told me it was because I was adopted.  Nice.  Thanks Carie.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; if you want to see it, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/SBUGAh8E5bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZySV4OAv3AU/s1600-h/little+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/SBUGAh8E5bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZySV4OAv3AU/s320/little+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194064351421851058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is me in the red, in the yellow is my little cousin Kevin, behind him is my sister Carie, in the plaid is my cousin Ericka and in the stripes is my uncle Steven.  How fun is that picture???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6719010704025626131?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6719010704025626131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6719010704025626131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6719010704025626131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6719010704025626131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/04/much-needed-update-from-me.html' title='much needed update from me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/SBUGAh8E5bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZySV4OAv3AU/s72-c/little+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7923765211733449401</id><published>2008-04-02T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:12:04.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish me luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have a job interview on Friday.  I am really excited about it.  I have decided to get a part time job and work when Simon is home and can take care of the kids.  I wouldn't work in the day and pay a sitter, that would just be dumb.  I would probably end up paying someone more to watch my  kids than what I would make.  Makes no sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;  So many reasons I want to work again&lt;br /&gt;     1) I want me kids to be as excited to see me when I come home as they are to see Simon.  Totally jealous of the welcoming he gets.  I get the " hey that lady is here, you know the one who is here ALL THE TIME!!  kind of welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;    2) I say this and it makes Simon cringe but it is true.  I need it to afford myself. &lt;br /&gt;    3) I want to make my own money for financial and personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;    4) I can meet a whole new group of people.  I meet people all of the time,  but it would be a totally different crowd.&lt;br /&gt;    5) I get to interact with adults at work, help them and be something else other than mom.  I know that being a mom is the most important thing a person can be but I need to be me too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am not worried about getting or not getting the job.  Everyone is hiring now and you are pretty much guaranteed a job if you have a pulse.  I hadn't even dropped off my resume 24 hours before they called me for an interview.   I think the odds are in my favor.  Hopefully I start soon.  YIPPEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7923765211733449401?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7923765211733449401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7923765211733449401&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7923765211733449401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7923765211733449401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/04/wish-me-luck.html' title='wish me luck'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-9058339117232192083</id><published>2008-03-25T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:11:52.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly one of the coolest things I have made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was testing out a new technique the other day and came up with these. I am sure I can do some pretty amazing looking things with this but it is a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R-kxUztjIlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bwQcNPDuyNY/s1600-h/_MG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R-kxUztjIlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bwQcNPDuyNY/s320/_MG_1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181727079814865490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Above is my first attempt at the Dahlia fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R-kxMjtjIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ehke1dlUv2U/s1600-h/_MG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R-kxMjtjIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ehke1dlUv2U/s320/_MG_1797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181726938080944706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this image in my head.  I turned out exactly how I wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R-kxCTtjIjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bhKm9bQpF-4/s1600-h/_MG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R-kxCTtjIjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bhKm9bQpF-4/s320/_MG_1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181726761987285554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This was a different and much easier one.  I like it but the other is just way cooler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-9058339117232192083?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/9058339117232192083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=9058339117232192083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/9058339117232192083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/9058339117232192083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/03/possibly-one-of-coolest-things-i-have.html' title='Possibly one of the coolest things I have made'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R-kxUztjIlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bwQcNPDuyNY/s72-c/_MG_1799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5861877469738890369</id><published>2008-02-25T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:58:16.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously....go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; Remember back in October when I was fed up and frustrated with someone who would not get the hint??? Well, still  not getting it.  I have actually stopped taking her calls after a blow up two weeks ago.  You would think that two people who have been in as many arguments as we have would agree to disagree and move on.  I am trying, seriously.  She calls every few days, no messages just calls and hangs up when the voice mail kicks in.  Then she will try my cell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  I went to a silent auction this weekend for a friend who was raising money for a dance competition coming up.  It was the same group of friends that I am apparently stealing.  She was invited along with another friend of hers that I am not particularly fond of.  My feelings for this other woman are well known.  Crazy ( her nickname) didn't show up because she had decided to go skiing with her husband ( who also can't stand her, I think).  And it starts all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  9:20 am this morning she called and left a message saying that she wishes I would call her because she misses talking to me..???!!!! I think she meant that she misses me telling her what an idiot she is.  She also called my cell phone and simply said to call.  I say No Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  4:20 she calls the house again and left a message saying that I am rude to not answer her calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;she calls back immediately after and I pick up and hang up.  She calls back and leaves a message saying that she is quite discouraged because I had spoken to her friend that I don't like on Saturday but I won't talk to her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  I blocked her number.  Unfortunately she called from her cell number.  It would have been great to block her home number instead.  It only works on the last incoming call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  I hadn't really spoken to the said friend on Saturday.  I had gotten myself a rye and coke and it tasted like ass.  So, I asked the bartender what the chances were that they had run out of coke.  I was told that they had run out of brand name coke and could only get a no name brand from wherever they get their stuff from.  He had apologised and said that that was all they could do.  fine I switched to Alabama slammers.  No coke in there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  So anyway I headed back to the table after my conversation with the bartender and explained to everyone at the table about the cola.  Then the other friend that I don't like asked me to explain again.  So I did.  I guess this means that we are best friends now because I talked to her.  What was I supposed to do???  Tell her to shut up and go ask him herself in front of all of our mutual Friends???  That would be awkward for everyone and I would look like a bitch.  I could not bruise my reputation like that (shut up).  Seriously I wasn't going to make everyone uncomfortable, I know how to act like a grown up most of the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  I accept that I am going to have to deal with her a few more times until I have all her numbers blocked from my house.  I say all because she has something like 6 numbers.  Two home lines a cell phone at least 2 work lines and a work cell.  I will block them all if I have to.  Hopefully this discourages her but I don't have high hopes.&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/6340801453411699095-5861877469738890369?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5861877469738890369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5861877469738890369&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5861877469738890369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5861877469738890369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/02/seriouslygo-away.html' title='Seriously....go away'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5513314792464455306</id><published>2008-02-19T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:20:46.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sweet Tavish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tavish has a habit now of getting out of bed at least three times before he finally stays in there and falls asleep.  He is actually pretty funny about it because he will sneak around and peek over the corner and as soon as he sees that I have seen him, he will laugh and run back into bed and climb under the covers.  The other night we had heard him pattering around the hallway.  I had said to Simon " just leave him, I think he will just go back to bed".  Simon decided to check on him after we had heard nothing for a while.  He called me to have a look, I was thinking that he had fallen asleep on the floor or something.  I looked in his room and he wasn't there.  I turned to look in our room and there he was, tucked warmly in our bed with his little blanket, baby tigger, daddy tigger and molly bunny, the three stuffies he must cuddle with to sleep.  It was so sweet you just wanted to squish him from all the cuteness.&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/6340801453411699095-5513314792464455306?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5513314792464455306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5513314792464455306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5513314792464455306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5513314792464455306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweet-sweet-tavish.html' title='Sweet sweet Tavish'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6460642411499593407</id><published>2008-02-12T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:25:37.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids see everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We were stopped at a red light and Declan gives out a little snort and says " I like that tree, it looks like a reindeer".  I say " Oh Okay".  i had no idea what he was talking about so I looked around thinking I would find a tree trimmed as a reindeer.  Then I saw what he was talking about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R7JTC58tXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xd0sGR_yf8I/s1600-h/_MG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R7JTC58tXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xd0sGR_yf8I/s320/_MG_1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166283031927676050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below pic, just a cit closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R7JTDJ8tXKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6qerLwcA4Rw/s1600-h/_MG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R7JTDJ8tXKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6qerLwcA4Rw/s320/_MG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166283036222643362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R7JTCp8tXII/AAAAAAAAAKI/tXixCbMOp28/s1600-h/_MG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R7JTCp8tXII/AAAAAAAAAKI/tXixCbMOp28/s320/_MG_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166283027632708738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sorry about the light post in the middle of this one but it was a drive by shooting.  It is at an intersection and there is really no where to pull over.  I am a bit determined to get a perfect shot of it so I may just one day drive, park and walk over.  There are no sidewalks really so I would have to take the picture from across the street and I can bet you there will be people wondering just what the heck I am up to.&lt;br /&gt; Neat hey???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6460642411499593407?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6460642411499593407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6460642411499593407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6460642411499593407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6460642411499593407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-were-stopped-at-red-light-and-declan.html' title='kids see everything'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R7JTC58tXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xd0sGR_yf8I/s72-c/_MG_1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-2665414084461475556</id><published>2008-02-04T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:39:12.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I went back to the gym today after a 2 month hiatus.  My performance sucked!!!  I wasn't going to bother with weights or anything like that because I really don't want to bulk up.  I have good muscles.  Blame it on genetics.  I know the whole " you will burn more calories when you also work your muscles" theory.  But, I would rather go to the gym and spend it all working on cardio.  However, I can run half as long as I could 2 months ago.  I suck.  I have to start all over again.  I would often get a tightness in my  ribs after running for a while but I was only able to reach half capacity today.  I don't ever remember my lungs hurting before accept when I was a smoker and tried to run.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I have to start all over again.  CRAP!!!&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/6340801453411699095-2665414084461475556?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2665414084461475556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=2665414084461475556&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2665414084461475556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2665414084461475556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4927630416154927007</id><published>2008-01-28T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:31:12.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I am so scared that I may not make it through the week without becoming an alcoholic.  My kids do not like the cold.  They especially don't like to get bundled up for the cold.  Anything more than a hat, coat, mitts and boots they cry.  Seriously, they don't like to layer.  So with the weather being as cold as it is we will be stuck in the house all week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I will be afraid to drive anywhere to far until some of the snow is gone, I got stuck in a snow drift in a parking lot today taking Declan home from preschool.  It wasn't even because he attended it today.  I shut up my inner voice this morning telling me to stay home, don't take him today, it is too cold.  I took him anyway.  I would feel bad for him to not go because I am a baby, he loves preschool so much.  So, we got there just to be told they had just noticed a water main break and that there was no school.  F**CK!  Then leaving we were stuck in a snowdrift.  My car sucks in snow.  Thank goodness there were two moms having a conversation and notice me stuck.  So, they started to push me out, I was ready to call hubby.  Then I decided to let the lady drive who was wearing the expensive leather high heel boots.  Besides it was my car, I should be doing the hard work.  Plus I needed to burn off some frustration.  YAY! we got out.  We will see what happens Wednesday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I really don't mind the cold when I am dressed for it but it is hard when you have kids who really don't like it.&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/6340801453411699095-4927630416154927007?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4927630416154927007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4927630416154927007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4927630416154927007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4927630416154927007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/01/scared.html' title='scared'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7774327116777445654</id><published>2008-01-17T12:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:27:51.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tav's new room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is, Tavish's new room.&lt;br /&gt;as you walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-375XturI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Kip8oRWh0IM/s1600-h/_MG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-375XturI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Kip8oRWh0IM/s320/_MG_1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156542338002959026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a pic of the whole room but this new camera we have is finicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-37JXtuoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5W4XTYwC6UU/s1600-h/_MG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-37JXtuoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5W4XTYwC6UU/s320/_MG_1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156542325118057090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed is a convertible loft bed.  When he is old enough to sleep in a bunk, you can flip it over.  Then there is play space underneath.  He actually grabbed all of his stuffies from his room and put them at the end of the bed.  There is enough room for them for now so I left them.  It is his room after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-37ZXtupI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gOCXLdDXgrA/s1600-h/_MG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-37ZXtupI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gOCXLdDXgrA/s320/_MG_1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156542329413024402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so little in there.  He was such a giant in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-37ZXtuqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eHOl4WjMtMY/s1600-h/_MG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-37ZXtuqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eHOl4WjMtMY/s320/_MG_1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156542329413024418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He is doing really well.  The first nap in his big bed, he climbed out about three times.  Simon was on nap watch.  At bed time, he only climbed out once and came running into the living room with a very cheerful "HI".  We was tucked back in and that has been it for putting him down.  He will even wave at you as you walk away from tucking him in.  It has been 5 nights since he has been in the new bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7774327116777445654?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7774327116777445654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7774327116777445654&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7774327116777445654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7774327116777445654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2008/01/tavs-new-room.html' title='Tav&apos;s new room'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R4-375XturI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Kip8oRWh0IM/s72-c/_MG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1793819639425738497</id><published>2007-12-29T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:38:49.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Here it is, my commitment to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;  The first thing I am going to do is go back to the gym and get back on my diet.  I have gained back most of the weight I lost just before Cuba. &lt;br /&gt;  I am going to stop buying crap.  I spend a lot of money on stuff, just stuff.  That might be why there is so much clutter in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;  Also I am going to get up early and get ready first thing.  I find I get more done when I am up and ready. &lt;br /&gt;  So, that is my plan, what is yours???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1793819639425738497?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1793819639425738497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1793819639425738497&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1793819639425738497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1793819639425738497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7687068281013325082</id><published>2007-12-20T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:26:12.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare yourself.  you are going to want to move in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here they are, the pics of our new basement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7f5XtunI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zy6NJ9gohDQ/s1600-h/_MG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7f5XtunI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zy6NJ9gohDQ/s320/_MG_1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146272418363193970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Above is the stairs heading into the glorious new space.  On the left there you can see a tiny bit of wall that still needs some work.  That is up to us.  It was a add on that we never had in the contract but Phillip covered up some really bad drywall there and we just have to paint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7Z5XtumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TP5G0pIB_ho/s1600-h/_MG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7Z5XtumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TP5G0pIB_ho/s320/_MG_1097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146272315283978850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The entrance to my scrapbooking room.  It is really cluttered because the counter top is late.  The laminate that he had ordered was cracked when he went to pick it up.  So, this room is not complete but I have really needed to use it for some Christmas projects that I have been working on.  The stuff on the left is going.  The table end to the right of the closet is going and of course that table will be gone.  I plan to have a fold out underneath that window for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7SZXtulI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zy1PrbrCtCk/s1600-h/_MG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7SZXtulI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zy1PrbrCtCk/s320/_MG_1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146272186434959954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My temporary workspace until the counter top comes in.  Hopefully tomorrow but we are heading south for a few days so I won't really get to enjoy it.  Besides I am done my stuff for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7MJXtukI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0DhXAjpz8vg/s1600-h/_MG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7MJXtukI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0DhXAjpz8vg/s320/_MG_1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146272079060777538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My storage space and wall cut out.  I can watch Simon on the computer through there.  that little bit of light you see on the right there through the cut out is Simon's office.  I will send out the fished pic when that is done and organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7HZXtujI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BB_xLL4kWSM/s1600-h/_MG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7HZXtujI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BB_xLL4kWSM/s320/_MG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146271997456398898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The entrance to the laundry/bath room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7B5XtuiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UvA6gmz8KQM/s1600-h/_MG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7B5XtuiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UvA6gmz8KQM/s320/_MG_1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146271902967118370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That is Simon's little showering space and the rest of the bathroom Oh, and Jango sniffing the garbage.  I think he is after my empty coffee cup.  He likes lattes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s6QpXtuhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/O63zx53dC3Y/s1600-h/_MG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s6QpXtuhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/O63zx53dC3Y/s320/_MG_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146271056858561042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is the start of Simon's office.  Everything has been just kind of "placed" in there for now.  We are still planning what it is going to look like.  We are also going to be putting some bunk beds in there for guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/superwall/view.php?id=801446757&amp;amp;owner_id=672903064" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s585XtufI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7398re4qtz8/s1600-h/_MG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s585XtufI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7398re4qtz8/s320/_MG_1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146270717556144626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That is where I am sitting now.  We are hoping to find a desk that will fit all of our stuff on it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s53ZXtueI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Qr6zot8kyhQ/s1600-h/_MG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s53ZXtueI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Qr6zot8kyhQ/s320/_MG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146270623066864098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The media area.  There is a couch behind and to the right of me and the TV is to the left.  That little black mark on the coffee table is from a t-light I left burning on there years ago.  We plan to cover that table in tiles.  It has been around longer than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s5x5XtudI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V1l0LcJnKC8/s1600-h/_MG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s5x5XtudI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V1l0LcJnKC8/s320/_MG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146270528577583570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then the kids play area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is still a lot we have to do before it is complete.  As far as filling it with all of the stuff still in the garage and getting functional pieces of furniture.  It is a cozy little place for us now.  unfortunately we have been too darn busy to enjoy it yet.  It is a bit bigger than it is coming through here and the new windows bring in so much light.  I sure do like it down here now.  You wouldn't get me down here after dark before.&lt;br /&gt;So, when are you going to come and see it for yourself???  I can't wait to have my first basement guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7687068281013325082?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7687068281013325082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7687068281013325082&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7687068281013325082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7687068281013325082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/prepare-yourself-you-are-going-to-want.html' title='Prepare yourself.  you are going to want to move in'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R2s7f5XtunI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zy6NJ9gohDQ/s72-c/_MG_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-2925427159992738616</id><published>2007-12-18T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:32:34.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   Finally I was able to pay it forward this morning.  A few months ago I was going through a Second cup drive through and as I was given my order the staff member excitedly told me that the previous lady paid for me.  I was touched.  I was in such a hurry to catch up to the lady's car that I didn't even think that I could have paid for the person behind me.  I did manage to catch up to her at a red light but she didn't look my way.  I was about to honk but the light changed and she drove off.  I was done with the chase.  I have been through the same drive through a few times but no one has ever pulled up behind me.  I was pretty excited to see a few cars in the line when I got there.  It left a large possibility that there would be enough time for someone to pull in and the fact that it might just be coffee break time.  It was my turn to pull up to the window and yet no one behind me.  The window lady was a bit slow in getting to the window and for once I was thankful for slow service because just as she was handing me my muffins a gold intrepid pulled up behind me.  Then it took a few minutes for my non fat medium butter pecan latte to be ready.  I had to ask for another muffin because Declan didn't like the banana nut one, he wanted the apple cinnamon  one he heard me order.  It was supposed to be for Christine so I gave him hers and got Christine a new one ( We were on our way to her house).  Then it was time to pay.  I had told her that I wanted to buy the lady behind me a coffee and the window lady must get this often because she was pretty stoic about it.  When it happened to me the window lady was so excited to be there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I was able to get a look at the face of the woman I was buying a coffee for and it was kind of cool, it was like I had just bought my mom a coffee.  She was about the same age and same hair color.  My mom doesn't drive a gold intrepid, she drives a white 96 Bonneville or a  grey classic 76 Lincoln Continental.  They are all about the same size though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  It was a load off my back to be able to pay it forward and no longer feel like I was slacking in that department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I know you are wondering how long it is going to be before we post new pics of the basement.  They are coming, I don't know yet how to get the pics off the new camera so as soon as Simon gets that done for me I will post that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-2925427159992738616?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2925427159992738616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=2925427159992738616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2925427159992738616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2925427159992738616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/paid-forward.html' title='Paid forward'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5033244707053600530</id><published>2007-12-11T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:53:21.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO its me is that you???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   I am finally back online.  Our computer was taking a holiday for almost a week and left me feeling like I was stuck in a cave.  It really gave me the feeling like life was going on without me.  Simon brought home his laptop for me a few times so I can "scratch that itch".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  On top of it all I have been battling a pretty serious head cold.  Tavish caught it first and I really don't know where it came from.  Then it was my turn.  Declan caught it on the weekend and seemed to get it the worst.  Fortunately he was the first to recover from it.  I don't know which I would prefer.  If I would have it less severe for twice as long or a serious case for a brief period.  I think it would depend on what I had to get done.  So far I haven't gotten much done anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  We have received so many Christmas cards already and I still have to do mine.  I think I will start mine in June next year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  The basement is in limbo for the next few days.  The carpet comes on Thursday but we are still waiting for the counter tops for both the bathroom and craft room.  They were supposed to be here last week but there has been a delay.  We are pretty much just waiting for something to happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  It is just the beginning to the Christmas shenanigans though.  Friday I have a nail appointment in preparations for Simon's Christmas party.  I still have to adjust the straps on the new dress I bought for it.  I have to figure out how I am going to do my hair.  There is also a Christmas open house that afternoon at a friends house.  Sunday is the kids Christmas party for Simon's work.  Then Sunday night we have plans.  That is all I am going to say because it has something to do with Simon's birthday on Tuesday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Somewhere between now and Christmas we have to get our basement together, and parties out of the way, presents wrapped and travel 5.5 hours south to my folks place.  I think I should invest in a whole swack of chocolate covered espresso beans to get me going.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  The joy of the holidays :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-5033244707053600530?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5033244707053600530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5033244707053600530&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5033244707053600530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5033244707053600530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-its-me-is-that-you.html' title='HELLO its me is that you???'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7936813844746039217</id><published>2007-11-29T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:12:52.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can almost see it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the latest of the basement renos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07ijP_XhtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uZwVxfpdPvE/s1600-h/view+of+stairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07ijP_XhtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uZwVxfpdPvE/s320/view+of+stairs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293320091928274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;above is the view of the stairs, my office and on the left at the bottom of the stairs is the storage room that we aren't doing anything to.  the other door on the left is the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07icP_XhsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/babxMB0Q2KU/s1600-h/view+from+stairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07icP_XhsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/babxMB0Q2KU/s320/view+from+stairs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293199832843970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;above is going to be the media area.  There will be a pretty window there once we get it.  The window guy is taking his time getting it to us.  This space looks a lot longer and skinnier than it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07iT__XhrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dpbPPFj_BFg/s1600-h/scrapbook+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07iT__XhrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dpbPPFj_BFg/s320/scrapbook+room.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293058098923186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;above is my office space.  Complete with desk and counter top for scrapbooking.  notice the wall cut out so I can keep an eye on what the kids are doing.  Also notice the door that I can close to keep the kids out.  Muah ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07iO__XhqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DkIMJz69F4k/s1600-h/office.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07iO__XhqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DkIMJz69F4k/s320/office.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138292972199577250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This it the pretty window in Simon's office.  We will have one exactly like it in the media area.  Damn window guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is.  I probably won't send out more pictures until it is done.  It won't be changing much now until the carpet is in. DECEMBER 13 WOOOHOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7936813844746039217?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7936813844746039217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7936813844746039217&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7936813844746039217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7936813844746039217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-can-almost-see-it.html' title='You can almost see it'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/R07ijP_XhtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uZwVxfpdPvE/s72-c/view+of+stairs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-529975096097159401</id><published>2007-11-27T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:59:15.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>borrowed Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I think Simon did this once.  I know I have seen it on a few blogs and now I am going to share 10 things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. I often call my husband to help me with the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. I can't bring myself to wash the inside back window of my car.  It still has nose prints from my dog Farley that we gave away last winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still cry when I think about Farley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I collect pens. ( It makes my husband crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I know how to install siding and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;eaves trough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; on a house.  I even know how to install &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;soffit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and fascia but most people don't know what that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I would rather clean a toilet than do the dishes by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love to wear heavy eye makeup.  I would wear it heavier than I do if I were going out if I knew how to apply it.  However, heavy to me is light to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I will inform a total stranger that their fly is undone, that they have a visible booger or if they have something in their teeth.  I mean I would want to know.  Wouldn't you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I am afraid of ghosts but think vampires are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I broke my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;pinkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; finger 9 years ago.  I wiped out when I was roller blading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now you know :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-529975096097159401?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/529975096097159401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=529975096097159401&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/529975096097159401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/529975096097159401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/11/borrowed-idea.html' title='borrowed Idea'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4807766681401503206</id><published>2007-11-15T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:44:52.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuba pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am finally getting around to posting some Cuba pics.  In no particular order though cause I don't have that kind of patients.&lt;br /&gt;I call this one first pic "circle of friends". Haha. Get it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTekPz34I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Te0neb1KMgU/s1600-h/_MG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTekPz34I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Te0neb1KMgU/s320/_MG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133210197375049602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pool with my hubby&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzYXEPz37I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5p_KQQAYDbs/s1600-h/_MG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzYXEPz37I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5p_KQQAYDbs/s320/_MG_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133215566084169650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Topless in the ocean.  We were really far away from her so that is how I am sure I was able to take this picture.  There were other topless bathers but not at all picture worthy.  No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTfUPz35I/AAAAAAAAAGg/uthtz2nNpdw/s1600-h/_MG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTfUPz35I/AAAAAAAAAGg/uthtz2nNpdw/s320/_MG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133210210259951506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister and Rui.  We were hoping they would hook up but didn't.  I know it looks promising in this picture but they are both the gotta get to know them people.  They have actually spent some time together since Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTJEPz3yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gzmrHnKcGs8/s1600-h/_MG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTJEPz3yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gzmrHnKcGs8/s320/_MG_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209828007862050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pool with Monique.  Different Monique that the one talked about in my recent post. I know how many people do you know with two friends named Monique???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTJkPz3zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rU_RxV7xLbg/s1600-h/_MG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTJkPz3zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rU_RxV7xLbg/s320/_MG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209836597796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Monique and Andre.  I think they are going to kiss "snicker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTJ0Pz30I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4woez4VRFL8/s1600-h/_MG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTJ0Pz30I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4woez4VRFL8/s320/_MG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209840892763970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls at the pool.  Julie is enjoying her breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTKUPz31I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0QjxmxkJAYA/s1600-h/_MG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTKUPz31I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0QjxmxkJAYA/s320/_MG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209849482698578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and Kelli.  They were the ones who invited Rui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTKUPz32I/AAAAAAAAAGI/KMnRi_h0kh8/s1600-h/_MG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTKUPz32I/AAAAAAAAAGI/KMnRi_h0kh8/s320/_MG_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209849482698594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually the first day in the sun.  As I said...  No particular order.  Notice my un tan. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzStUPz3tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s7pTq76SA0g/s1600-h/_MG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzStUPz3tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s7pTq76SA0g/s320/_MG_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209351266492114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty sister and her friend Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzStkPz3uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mL-3w-RzUhw/s1600-h/_MG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzStkPz3uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mL-3w-RzUhw/s320/_MG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209355561459426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the beach again.  A little different colour in the skin from the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzSt0Pz3vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Gh_FponjsWQ/s1600-h/_MG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzSt0Pz3vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Gh_FponjsWQ/s320/_MG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209359856426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My handsome hubby on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzSuEPz3wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oN3PhIjykWw/s1600-h/_MG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzSuEPz3wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oN3PhIjykWw/s320/_MG_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209364151394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hermit crab I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzSuEPz3xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WBNpHd9lzF4/s1600-h/_MG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzSuEPz3xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WBNpHd9lzF4/s320/_MG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133209364151394066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just received a CD from Andre with more pictures on it so I will have to have a look and share those ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-4807766681401503206?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4807766681401503206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4807766681401503206&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4807766681401503206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4807766681401503206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/11/cuba-pics.html' title='Cuba pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RzzTekPz34I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Te0neb1KMgU/s72-c/_MG_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7020604464436995330</id><published>2007-11-12T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:31:40.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get on with it already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I am really done with the vacation thing.  Yes, we were back last weekend from Cuba but Simon is still on holidays.  IT IS SCREWING WITH MY SCHEDULE!!!  He will be back from Toronto in a few hours and I am planning to leave him with the kids for a few hours so I can just go away.  I don't know how single mothers do it or wives with husbands that are gone for work.  I guess they just do it because they have to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I want my schedule back.  I need to get back to the routine that I miss so much.  I have gained back8 out if the 16 lbs that I lost but still planned to lose another 10 so that takes me back to 18 lbs.  Maybe it will happen before Christmas.  That might be ambitious.  At least with Simon home I will be actually cooking healthy dinners and not just eating what my kids are having.  I will be heading to the gym again which I have not done since the week before Cuba.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Does it sound bad that I want my husband back so he can go back to work???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7020604464436995330?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7020604464436995330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7020604464436995330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7020604464436995330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7020604464436995330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/11/lets-get-on-with-it-already.html' title='lets get on with it already...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6476239581633348930</id><published>2007-11-11T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:08:21.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   It is Sunday and I have a tonne of things I want to get done before Tuesday.  I have my washer and dryer hooked up only till then, then the drywallers are coming and will be disconnecting them again so they can work in that room.  I also have some workshops I need to prepare for for next weekend and one the following weekend.  If I want to pull everything out of the corner it is placed in and haul it all up to the kitchen I could do it that way.  I prefer to work on it in my soon to be finished basement on a portable table close to where it is being stored.  If I want to it this way, I will have to get my ass in gear and do it so I can pack it all up again for Tuesday morning so the workers can do their job.  The rest of the house needs to be cleaned.  Beds made, dishes done, vacuuming, dusting and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  And here I am on the computer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  On the bright side.  Granny and grandpa have picked up the boys for a morning coffee and afternoon nap.  I really can't get much done with Tav around cause as soon as he sees me getting involved in anything but him he will be sure to do something that will need my attention.  Declan is easy.  He entertains himself...mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  My plan...  To get as much done with the boys gone as possible.  What I don't get done today I will finish when Simon gets home tomorrow and he can help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  So, here I go... gettin things done...&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/6340801453411699095-6476239581633348930?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6476239581633348930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6476239581633348930&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6476239581633348930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6476239581633348930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-sunday-and-i-have-tonne-of-things.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4895602327524391273</id><published>2007-11-10T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:37:38.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll pull through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Simon is gone... He left yesterday.  He is in Toronto for a Guy Gavriel Kay book thing.  It has turned into an annual thing.  I really think he goes to see Paula more that Guy but oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  So far so good.  I have mentioned in another post that I am always paranoid that I will fall and crack my head open when Simon is gone from town.  I worry cause there will be no one around for days to notice and my kids will be in the house with my dead body fending for themselves until someone notices their teary scared faces in the window .  Or Simon comes home.  Which ever happens first.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Yesterday I got up and stayed in my PJ's all day.  So did the kids.  We went no where and did nothing all day.  Today when I got up I had breakfast and fed the kids and phoned Christine.  I invited her over to play.  Christine has a little boy just one month older (and one on the way shhh only about 5 weeks) than Tavish.  His name is Jayden and he is almost as cute as Tav is.  I phoned and invited them over cause I had the feeling that I would just stay in my PJ's all day again and eat all the leftover Halloween candy if I was left alone to it.  So, we shared it.  It also gave me incentive to clean up a little since I only made sure the dishes were done yesterday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  So, now all I have to do is figure out what I am going to do for the rest of the weekend and half of Monday.  I do at some point need to pick up some groceries.  I am officially out of Soy milk and the only vegetables I have in the house are potatoes.  I think I might go to the mall and pick up the lulu lemon hoody I have been eyeballing for a few months.  I might even head to the carpet place and look around there.  It would be a great place to let the kids run wild, they can't really get hurt in a carpet store can they???&lt;/span&gt;  &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/6340801453411699095-4895602327524391273?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4895602327524391273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4895602327524391273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4895602327524391273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4895602327524391273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-pull-through.html' title='I&apos;ll pull through'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6725023763160111301</id><published>2007-10-24T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:05:21.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE... just go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;There is this woman I met in prenatal class when I was pregnant with Declan.  We weren't really friends until after Declan was born but before her son was born.  She sent me an email just a few weeks before her son was born.  Anyways, we never really got together, we would just talk on the phone or chat over email.  She seemed pretty normal. &lt;br /&gt;  Simon had taken Declan to her son's first birthday.  It would have been the first time either one of us had physically seen her since prenatal class.  Still, I hadn't actually gotten together with her. &lt;br /&gt;  I had gone to HER birthday party when I was about a month from having Tavish.  It was 2 years since I had actually seen her in person.    Her 2nd son was born just 3 weeks after Tavish and I had taken Tavish in with me to visit her in the hospital.  This would have been the 2nd time I had seen her in person. &lt;br /&gt;  Needless to say we weren't really great friends.  We were acquaintances and it was barely.  I had sent along an invite to an open house workshop of mine.  She replied that she would come and bring her 2 friends.  Both I had met briefly at functions at her house.  And oddly one that I had run into during a late night crop night ( a scrap booking term). &lt;br /&gt;  I had hit it off with her friends quite well.  I had no idea that my life was about to regress a decade.  I was accused of stealing her friends.  Simply because I had to get orders to them, we started chatting and so on. &lt;br /&gt;  One year ago this month I had actually told her to not call me again.  I was not going to put up with someone who couldn't get past the high school stage.  I have become quite good friends with Christine ( yes the on who has a day home).  Christine has had the same problems.  But this woman will not go away.  The very next day since telling her to not call me, she did.  She had called and asked me if I was feeling better because I was a bit grouchy the previous day.  I was shocked!!!  I couldn't believe that after all I had said to her that she would call me. &lt;br /&gt;  So, after all of my efforts to rid myself of this person, she is still in my life.  She calls me a few times a week, it will depend on my mood if I answer or not.  If I don't answer it just encourages her to call more until she gets me.  It is always with the same things.  "did you talk to Christine today?? Did she say anything about me?? how many times this week have you talked to her??? who called who???&lt;br /&gt;  I know what you are thinking.  Just tell her to shut up.  Well, I have.   I have had the go away, don't call me, I want nothing to do with you conversation with her at least 5 times.   If I had said to ANYONE the things I had said to her, they would hate me and never forgive me.  Not her.  She calls the next day to see if you are still mad at her.   Christine's husband actually went to her house and told her and her husband that she is not to call there.  She still does. &lt;br /&gt;  I don't know what to do with this woman.  I just received an email from her on facebook and she was complaining about my profile picture.  It is of me and Christine and another friend.  It was the three of us out for a ladies night.  She had actually shown up after a wedding.  In the message she asks if I am trying to taunt her with the photo.  I guess she feels like I have nothing else going on but to piss her off.  I had told her that I thought she was the one who took the photo with Christine's camera.  She comes back with " no I wasn't invited as usual".  I just replied that if she sharpened her memory a bit,  we actually did a shooter together that night. &lt;br /&gt;  No comment back.  I will probably get a call from her at 7:30 in the morning asking me what I meant by that comment and that it hurt her feelings. &lt;br /&gt;  Well, if you had stuck through this post long enough to get to this sentence, you are a very patient person and I thank you for sticking around.  It was the email from her that threw me off the edge.  No one to vent to right now but you.&lt;br /&gt;  Advice anyone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6725023763160111301?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6725023763160111301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6725023763160111301&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6725023763160111301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6725023763160111301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-just-go-away.html' title='PLEASE... just go away'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1248110945014832256</id><published>2007-10-19T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:40:45.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanitarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;My Husband is a true humanitarian.  He was off early yesterday (don't tell his boss) so he did some productive "stuff" around the house.  One of the things on his to do list was the recycling.  Once he got back he had told me that there was a line up for the bottle depot and didn't want to wait to do that.  So the great and inpatient guy he is, he just gave the bag of mostly juice boxes to someone waiting in line.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;  He made a point to tell me that he gave the bag to the guys with the most crappiest car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Doesn't that make you want give him the ol nudge on the shoulder and say "good for you&lt;/span&gt;"...&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/6340801453411699095-1248110945014832256?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1248110945014832256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1248110945014832256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1248110945014832256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1248110945014832256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/10/humanitarian.html' title='Humanitarian'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6628193851330395488</id><published>2007-10-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:15:13.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't get the way some people think when they go to the gym...  The first thing i don't get is the race to find the closest parking spot...   Um, you are going to work out.  Then, there are the people that take the elevator and then go on the treadmill. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoy going to the step classes.  The instructors are great.  Lots of energy and personality, lots of fun.  There are a few ladies that come and take the class but do totally different things than the instructor.  It is really distracting.  Why come to a class if you are going to do your own thing??? I keep thinking to myself, " If the class isn't good enough for you, why don't you teach it then". &lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest pet peeve is when I go and have a great workout, I leave the gym feeling all good about my self, step out the doors right into a cloud of cigarette smoke.  I just don't get it.  Why are you working out, trying to look and feel better then leaving to have a cigarette, you just undid all the good stuff you did to  your insides...&lt;br /&gt;I know how addicting smoking is, I smoked for 13 years.  I am not putting it down or trying to offend anyone but if you could only know how much better you would feel if you didn't do it.  However, the problem I have is.  I just had a workout,  I am going home and I walk into a cloud of cigarette smoke.  Can you wait until you are in a more open spot than right at the door, you might as well be blowing it right into my face. &lt;br /&gt;  anyway, that is my beef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6628193851330395488?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6628193851330395488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6628193851330395488&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6628193851330395488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6628193851330395488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1122280669888954718</id><published>2007-10-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:27:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I love Calvin and Hobbes, especially all the snowmen ones that get emailed at Christmas time. The first time I read this one, I really wished I could reach in and give him a hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118259059329294930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/Rwe1fyu_YlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tDSaQ5ZbtsE/s320/Calvin.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I really hope my kids never feel this way, I am sure they will. I think about this episode when I find I am at my wits end with Declan some days and I always find my patient side. I bet you have the urge to hug your kids after reading this. I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1122280669888954718?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1122280669888954718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1122280669888954718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1122280669888954718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1122280669888954718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-calvin-and-hobbes-especially-all.html' title='A favorite'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/Rwe1fyu_YlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tDSaQ5ZbtsE/s72-c/Calvin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5346489847214247587</id><published>2007-09-29T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:33:50.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot about this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;  I had just remembered that I promised you guys a game of " Who's the biggest pervert".  Well, let's get it started. &lt;br /&gt;  There is room for 6 players.  I will give one week for anyone to give me their email address and then I will explain the set up and rules.  So, deadline for sign up is Saturday, October 6. &lt;br /&gt;  As promised we will play through direct e-mail and it will be only through game members only.  If you have any suggestions please make them to me before "game day".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-5346489847214247587?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5346489847214247587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5346489847214247587&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5346489847214247587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5346489847214247587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-forgot-about-this.html' title='I forgot about this'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4383918332868841349</id><published>2007-09-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:28:21.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun little games...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was gone for one hour yesterday ONE HOUR.  I get home to find a note taped to my door.  THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GREN&lt;/span&gt; WAS HERE.   I am assuming out of most of the people who still read my blog ( even after much negligence on my part) most of you know who the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gren&lt;/span&gt; is.  I read the note, there was more than just " THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GREN&lt;/span&gt; WAS HERE",  however, Simon has it somewhere no doubt pressed in a book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  At first I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that I had missed a visitor.  It is a great break in my day as most stay at home moms will know.  I was sad thinking that I had missed a visit from someone who lived very far away and made a special attempt to " drop by".  Then I was relieved for two reasons.  1) the state of my house at the time 2) I would probably have panicked a bit with a strange man at my door claiming to be " The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gren&lt;/span&gt;". I have no idea what "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gren&lt;/span&gt;" looks like.  I would have probably been a panicked stricken mother and simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; that a stranger is at my house who says he knows me and wants to come in.  Would that not freak anyone else out???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  The fun part about all of it was that he was no where near my house but had met a couple from my city a month back at a wedding.  Being the creative man he is, wrote the note and sent it back with instructions to tape it to the door of the said address.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  In conclusion, it was some excitement to my day to try and piece together the mystery, and  there was some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; that I hadn't missed a visitor from a land far far away.  Even though I still looked a bit like an ass, it was probably less that the song and dance I would have done trying to get the stranger to prove to me who he was before inviting him in for tea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Very good timing as well, actually getting here in the hour that I was gone that day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Thanks for the fun...&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/6340801453411699095-4383918332868841349?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4383918332868841349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4383918332868841349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4383918332868841349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4383918332868841349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-little-games.html' title='fun little games...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4049602987107266829</id><published>2007-09-12T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:47:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>led astray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Since my last posting I have only lost 4 more lbs.  I was a bit disappointed since the first week was so great.  I half expected the weight to just "fall" off.  Still that is 13 lbs in 3 weeks so I will take it.  I still don't really notice a difference but Simon has assured me that there is.  Thanks Honey :o).  However I am not discouraged ( well maybe a bit) but the logical side of me says that it could be a plateau or it could just be leveling out since it happened so fast in the beginning.  I still have just under 3 weeks left of the cleanse and then I am not sure what but 6.5 weeks till Cuba!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  On a happier note Tavish has sort of given up the soother.  I put him down for a nap without it last week and he didn't really fuss.  There was a bit of whining for about five minutes and then he fall asleep.   Tavish does seem to miss it, he asks for a bottle at times when he doesn't get one and he has been waking up unusually early like 5:40 am this morning.  I think he is waking up looking for it to go back to sleep and once he realizes it isn't there he is upset.  Just a bit longer and he will have forgotten it all together it is just getting through till nap time since he is a bit cranky from being up so early. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-4049602987107266829?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4049602987107266829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4049602987107266829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4049602987107266829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4049602987107266829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/09/led-astray.html' title='led astray'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4274613452121652623</id><published>2007-08-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:44:29.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That can't be right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I first became interested in holistic therapy when Tavish had had his second Urinary tract infection by the age of four months.  I was in a health food store looking for some baby massage oil that my massage therapist recommended.  As I was consulting with the lady managing the store at the time, we got on the topic of Tavish's health. She said go to a naturopathic Dr.  So I did.  I found my Dr. in the Yellowpages and made the call.  I was really happy to find a Doctor who had a son only one week older that Tavish was so was comfortable discussing my sons health with him cause he knew what a baby at that age demanded.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  After a few months of Dr.s suggestions and supplements we had taken Tavish to a urologist.  We had met her and went over the history and she was surprised that with Tav's history that he had not had another recurrence but since there weren't any we had put all the invasive tests aside, we would do the tests only if there were another occurrence.  Haven't been back to see her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  This appointment that I had with the Dr. was the first for me.  I had planned to see him a long long long time ago but having the demands of 2 kids delayed it.  However I am so glad I had gone in and do wish that I had gone sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Since following the Dr.s advise about diet and supplements I have lost 9lbs in 5 days... It can't be right.  I did use his scale both times and that is what it is telling me.  I don't notice a difference but hope to soon.  I can't wait to see what the next week shows.&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/6340801453411699095-4274613452121652623?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4274613452121652623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4274613452121652623&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4274613452121652623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4274613452121652623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-cant-be-right.html' title='That can&apos;t be right.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-913133266193811901</id><published>2007-08-19T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:16:50.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 weeks till holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;So again it has been a while since my last posting, I thank all of you for hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;  I have been trying to lose 20 lbs for a while now and not doing well.  I finally went to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naturopath&lt;/span&gt; for some help and advice.  I was a bit discouraged when he weighed me and my 20 lbs turned to 30. sigh... How can just getting on a scale at 10 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;  However he did tell me "scales are for fish"  I almost kissed him.  I held back for a few reasons...  His idea is the same as mine that scales are for tracking your success only, not to determine how you look. &lt;br /&gt;  So, starting tomorrow I am detoxifying and cleansing,  I will also be taking some suggested supplements for some muscle stress in my foot and shoulder.  Apparently those with chronic pain are not all that successful with weight loss.  I will also be going in for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acupuncture&lt;/span&gt; treatments to help with those. &lt;br /&gt;  I know a lot of people who are sceptical with holistic practices but this guy cured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt; of his Urinary tract infections, hasn't had one since being treated by Dr. Richmond.  So I am a believer.&lt;br /&gt;  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-913133266193811901?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/913133266193811901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=913133266193811901&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/913133266193811901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/913133266193811901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='10 weeks till holidays'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5371250221166406601</id><published>2007-08-05T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:07:28.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How rude of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I really must apologise for the lack of postings.  Also with the lack of postings comes the lack of reading of other blogs.  I will blame it on just being busy.  The truth is I still spend a lot of time on facebook.  I am at the computer ten times a day you would think I would be able to find something to post about.  I simply forget.  I have come downstairs a few times to get something or to change loads 0f laundry and I think hmm I will check my messages.  I check my messages and forget why I was down here in the first place.  Also it is summer time, I am sure when the weather turns cooler there will be more time to spend on facebook  oops I mean more time to think about blogging.&lt;br /&gt; I must apologise to the anonymous reader that noticed I had forgotten to spellcheck last post.  I do it often and since my fingers can be a bit dyslexic when I type I truly need to check before I post.  There are always red underlines all over the place when I finish a post and I think I usually do check. I just get excited to pop out a blog that taking that extra step fails to enter my mind.  Also, I don't proofread cause I am lazy.  I also don't really care much about sentence structure and grammar and stuff like that because I am not sure if I remember all of the rules.  So, for those of you who are into the Art of writing proper sentences and paragraphs good for you, I simply am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-5371250221166406601?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5371250221166406601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5371250221166406601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5371250221166406601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5371250221166406601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-rude-of-me.html' title='How rude of me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-788062110737867615</id><published>2007-07-23T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:16:17.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A drop in the bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We have finally started our home ronovations.  It is only a bit of landscaping for now, almost a full retaining wall in the garden is up.  But it is just a drop in the bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   We have a whole basement that needs to be done.  When we first bought our house the basement was concidered partially finished.  When we moved in, it became unfinished.  We ripped out old shag carpet, swag lamps not to mention wall and wall panelling.  So, the first thing we are doing it installing 2 48x24 windows in the basement where there are no windows.  Then there will be framing, drywalling, electrical, plumbing, carpeting.  We decided to save ourselves some money in the painting department, pretty much the only area we feel we are compitent in.  However it will be soooo worth it having the extra living space and some natural light in the basement.  AND a place for our guests so they don't have to tent it in the backyard when they visit ( we haven't resorted to that YET).  The price tag is hefty but It is like getting a whole other house built on.  All of that extra square footage we haven't been using will have actual function.  I can't wait.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-788062110737867615?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/788062110737867615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=788062110737867615&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/788062110737867615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/788062110737867615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/drop-in-bucket.html' title='A drop in the bucket'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3862392750656018949</id><published>2007-07-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:29:39.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That don't impress me much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today I took the kids for a walk.  It was a great day sunny, no wind, just warm enough not too hot.  Behind me I hear a car squeel out onto the street so already I am thinking "idoit".  I notice a car slow down bsedie me so I have a look and there are two guys in a shiny new Mustang convertable with really loud music.  I get the "how you doin"  nod and then they squeel off down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  First of all who squeals their tires on purpose thinking it impresses people??? Then there is the loud music.. They are listening to "I like to move it move it".  Not a bad song, good base but Declan dances and sings to that song.  So, It impressed me as much as if someone was trying to seduce me with the looney tunes theme song.  So I think to myself.  What is the point?? Here is 30 something  woman pushing 2 kids in a stroller in the middle of the afternoon.  Chances are I am not available.  What would possess two knuckle draggers to slow down enough to get my attention and do the Joey nod???? I just shook my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;However what did impress me was half a block down.  A cute guy on a tractor mower.  He sees me coming, smiles at me, stops, turns off the motor, smiles at my kids, waits until we have pass and then starts up his motor and continues on with his work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If maybe they were in a 66 shiny Mustang convertable, lisening to something that is now on the top 40 stopped to cooo over my kids.   Also not to mention driving the speed limit not wasting rubber on the blacktop.  I may be thinking a little differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Would I have said the same thing a decade ago when "real 2 real" was in the top 40???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3862392750656018949?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3862392750656018949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=3862392750656018949&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3862392750656018949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3862392750656018949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-dont-impress-me-much.html' title='That don&apos;t impress me much'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-2426037387155884385</id><published>2007-06-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:32:13.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;UPDATED KID PICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCHOxaDkAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sIsdmZKbxuA/s1600-h/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080209067524460546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCHOxaDkAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sIsdmZKbxuA/s320/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is actually a bucket for mega blocks Tavish Decided would make a great vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCGoRaDj_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/CHalWHESpUU/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080208406099496946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCGoRaDj_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/CHalWHESpUU/s320/DSC02925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Breakfast at the Frasers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCGKRaDj-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RrilzrcLfYQ/s1600-h/DSC02923.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080207890703421410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCGKRaDj-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RrilzrcLfYQ/s320/DSC02923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; No caption necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCFwBaDj9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JfDIFGW-7JA/s1600-h/DSC02920.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080207439731855314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCFwBaDj9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JfDIFGW-7JA/s320/DSC02920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was able to get this hands on this cluster of grapes and just picked them off one by one.  It was really quite adorable to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-2426037387155884385?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2426037387155884385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=2426037387155884385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2426037387155884385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2426037387155884385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/updated-kid-pics-this-is-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RoCHOxaDkAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sIsdmZKbxuA/s72-c/DSC02930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-8666974813695523061</id><published>2007-06-24T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:28:30.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpreter PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting comments from fellow blog readers.  I like most look forward to people commenting on my life.  Really, If I didn't want any comments, I wouldn't have a blog.  Apologies for being so far and between posts lately but man, I have lots of stuff to get done. &lt;br /&gt;So, I had a comment of my last post and um well, read for your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://camisetapersonalizada.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;camisetas personalizadas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, mostra passo a passo como criar uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://camisetapersonalizada.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;camiseta personalizada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; bem maneira. Até mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me what Rodrigo has said.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-8666974813695523061?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8666974813695523061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=8666974813695523061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8666974813695523061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8666974813695523061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/interpreter-please.html' title='Interpreter PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-2795198857177375664</id><published>2007-06-17T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:47:50.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will take full responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A long time friend of my husbands that I met almost instanly when we were dating. A girl I had just met and thought was adorable. All I did was exchange their email addresses. This is how it ended up or should I say this is how it starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMIRaDj4I/AAAAAAAAADs/lPJkygY52-E/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077258966157987714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMIRaDj4I/AAAAAAAAADs/lPJkygY52-E/s320/DSC02870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Jeff and Michell June 16 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMIRaDj5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/n1pNab8nAbQ/s1600-h/Aim+and+Si.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077258966157987730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMIRaDj5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/n1pNab8nAbQ/s320/Aim+and+Si.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Simon had just finished being inappropriate when they took this picture. They were printing off pictures for the guest book at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMIhaDj6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yRuw7BsAIM4/s1600-h/DSC02891.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077258970452955042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMIhaDj6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yRuw7BsAIM4/s320/DSC02891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; The bride and groom have their first dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMJBaDj7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iYLNqNWi4P4/s1600-h/DSC02897.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077258979042889650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMJBaDj7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iYLNqNWi4P4/s320/DSC02897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Me and Char....Not sure what we were doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMJRaDj8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1I9YlBk4qlM/s1600-h/DSC02910.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077258983337856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMJRaDj8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1I9YlBk4qlM/s320/DSC02910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last pic of the night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can say that if it weren't for me, it wouldn't of happened. Truly, all I did was bring two people together who deserve eachother. They did all the hard work like taking the risk to trust someone, putting in all the hard work it takes to make a realationship and letting love happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To Jeff and Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-2795198857177375664?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2795198857177375664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=2795198857177375664&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2795198857177375664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2795198857177375664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-take-full-responsibility.html' title='I will take full responsibility'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RnYMIRaDj4I/AAAAAAAAADs/lPJkygY52-E/s72-c/DSC02870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1687059143025772527</id><published>2007-06-05T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:29:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Converstations with Dex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me:  I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Declan: "big smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Do you know what that means??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Declan:"big smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me:It means that you are the most amazing thing in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Declan:'Plays with my hair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: give Declan a kiss on the cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Declan:I had a slurpee today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: yes you sure did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1687059143025772527?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1687059143025772527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1687059143025772527&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1687059143025772527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1687059143025772527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/converstations-with-dex.html' title='Converstations with Dex'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-217741121319955241</id><published>2007-06-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:00:07.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is a picture that Declan drew of Jango last night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RmGvs9fvKMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/giZABzubtxU/s1600-h/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071527842352670914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RmGvs9fvKMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/giZABzubtxU/s320/DSC02738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;most impressive I would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Since he is 3 and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-217741121319955241?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/217741121319955241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=217741121319955241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/217741121319955241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/217741121319955241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/06/jango.html' title='Jango'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RmGvs9fvKMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/giZABzubtxU/s72-c/DSC02738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-5436593205180258888</id><published>2007-05-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:40:02.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally the day has come where I can take the kids for a walk and not have to worry about wind, rain or cold.  What a long time coming it has been.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I took the kids for a lengthy walk this afternoon.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; will just go to the park or the store, there is usually a destination 'cause I am just not sure how long the weather will hold up.  How nice.  I really noticed the smells of everything, the trees, freshly cut grass, flower beds, I even smelled the air freshener wafting out of a car parked on the curb.  The one thing that surprised me today was a small group of people passed,  The kind of group where everyone says "hi" and a comment on how cute your kids are and look how smiley the one in the back is.  When they passed I smelled a smell that I hadn't smelled in a long time.  American cigarettes.  I am an ex smoker, I quit about6 years ago when I met my husband.  I didn't quit because he asked me to, I quit almost accidentally.  Since Simon is somewhat allergic and just doesn't like the smell or the habit, I was cutting back.  I didn't smoke around him, I wouldn't smoke if  I were going to see him.  I actually remember my last cigarette, I was on my way to work and noticed that it was the last in the pack.  Thought I should maybe stop and get  a new one.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel like it I thought well , the next time I want one I will go and get some then.  I never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  However when I caught the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whiff&lt;/span&gt; of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; cigarette I thought " It probably would have been a lot harder were I an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;".  Not only that but I love the smell of cigars.  I would probably burn a cigar as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;incense&lt;/span&gt; if they were laying around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-5436593205180258888?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5436593205180258888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=5436593205180258888&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5436593205180258888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/5436593205180258888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-352431134469259746</id><published>2007-05-23T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:52:10.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil plots for punishing teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On the news the other day was a mom who's son had gotten aggressive with a teacher.  Enter the proactive mom.  We will call her mom the brave.  So, mom the brave punished her son by strapping a sign to his back saying something like " I am being punished for a bad decision", and his chore was to clean up trash.   The story was, the boy and teacher were goofing around but it got carried away and the teacher ended up in a headlock.  The reporter said that the boy was apparently a good kid and no track record of aggression but the school felt the situation needed to be taken seriously and I believe he was suspended for a few days.  You could see on his face that he was not impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   I am quite impressed at the mothers pro activeness.  I think that there is not enough of  making kids accountable these days.  However I do think the sign was a bit much but the gutter cleaning-AWESOME.  I can't wait to put my kids to task when they have been naughty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   I have on my side two friends who work with the local city police and I know if either one of my kids need some kind of reality check, they will be happy to help.  We have already discussed a few methods.  One being taking them into the cells and seeing what happens to the bad guys.  The second was along the lines of a lecture  which I think would be less effective.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I like the idea of the chores.  Give them chores that no-one wants to do. (1) Cleaning dog poop duty for our home and any0ne else we know who has a dog for one week.  (2) mowing the lawns of the neighborhood. (3) helping the Seniors of the neighborhood with household tasks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  However I am thinking way ahead of myself, my kids are angels and always will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-352431134469259746?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/352431134469259746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=352431134469259746&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/352431134469259746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/352431134469259746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/evil-plots-for-punishing-teens.html' title='evil plots for punishing teens'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7724499421680161951</id><published>2007-05-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:09:57.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry all for neglecting my updates.  I have some time parasites keeping me away from this duty.  One being Facebook.  Yep, I ma one of those.  I have had the account for some time now but just recently I have been doing the find your lost friends thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I moved away from my home town about 7 years ago and never really looked back.  I wasn't all that interested in keeping contact with too many people and the ones that I held some importance to me just kind of  faded out.  So, thanx to facebook, I have found some really cool "old" friends.  I am actually sad that I haven't been in contact for so many years cause I do miss them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Also I am hosting a garage sale here this weekend.  It has been a lot of work setting up and the weather isn't really all that favorable but what I don't sell I am bringing over to a Friends garage sale next weekend so I got to be rid of some of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Speaking of time parasites, I hate to admit it but Tavish has been glued to me.  Especially in the morning.  I can't put him down or break physical contact with him without him melt down in front of me.  I think it might be a growth spurt since he is having his morning nap at 9:30 instead of 11:30.  I hope it ends soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   thanxs for holding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7724499421680161951?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7724499421680161951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7724499421680161951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7724499421680161951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7724499421680161951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6982542062242681435</id><published>2007-05-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T07:51:41.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Monday, my cleaning lady and I went all out on the kitchen.  Cleaned the cupboards in and out, she got my stove sparkling ( and it is an old stove ), anything that was in my kitchen was cleaned.  It is so nice.  She was supposed to come back yesterday to do the windows and walls but a girlfriend of mine said save yourself some money, I will come over and help you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  So I cancelled the cleaning lady and Christine came over and washed the walls in the dining area, the front entrance, the living room and hallway.  I cleaned the windows and tracks.  I keep noticing how good my yard looks now that I can see it through my kitchen window.  I had to look a few times out the window in the dining area cause it looked like something was missing....... The dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  So, now I am going to do some spring sorting to get ready for the garage sale this next weekend.  I have never hosted a garage sale before so I am sure I will be annoyed with it by the time it is over and not want to do it again, but for now I am really excited about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I love a clean house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I love friends that like to clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I love my husband for keeping the kids occupied while we cleaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6982542062242681435?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6982542062242681435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6982542062242681435&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6982542062242681435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6982542062242681435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-cleaned.html' title='Spring cleaned'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3331295979538343718</id><published>2007-05-09T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T12:21:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still blushing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Saturday was hectic.  We were getting the house ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Declans&lt;/span&gt; birthday party.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt; of the kids would eat their breakfast.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt; was whining all morning and would not go down for his nap.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Declan&lt;/span&gt; started whining because of this  or that.  He was just hungry but to excited to eat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt; was crying in his crib, still not going for a nap.  I stated to Simon "I have to leave".  He replies " I think that is a good idea".  So, not showered cause I didn't have time yet, I get dressed.  I had on the oldest clothes I think I have had knowing that I was going to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; something else when I had gotten the shower thing out of the way.  I didn't bother with underwear since I felt them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;superfluous&lt;/span&gt; at the time ( an extra few seconds to put them on-not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Worth&lt;/span&gt; it) put on a baseball cap and left.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    I went to pick up stuff for the goody bags.  I never do goody bags I find them a waste.  Whenever I get them it usually turns into something for the trash unless there is chocolate in it.  Then it is just mine.  but anyway I went to get stuff or goody bags since I couldn't think of what else to do in my escape.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   I was gone for about 1/2 and hour and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tav&lt;/span&gt; was still whining in his crib but I got to shop so I felt better.  He eventually went to sleep and I started stuffing "things" into the goody bags and felt a draft.  I checked, yep, my zipper was down.  I felt all of the blood rush to my face and said out loud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  Remember the lack of underwear I was wearing??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    I really hope I didn't give anyone a peep.  It still makes me blush when I think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3331295979538343718?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3331295979538343718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=3331295979538343718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3331295979538343718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3331295979538343718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-blushing.html' title='Still blushing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-2016182945226139268</id><published>2007-05-06T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:20:19.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all about the pacifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a few comments on a previous post I thought I would give you a bit o info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Did you know that people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been using pacifiers since before the birth of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;?  Royalty in ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt; would use pacifiers carved out of marble.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Pacifiers calm babies by helping them practice the only known  skill they have.  Sucking.  It is the only instinct that naturally comes to them.  That is why they work.  They only know how to do one thing when they are born. Crying also helps to soothe babies but they can do that on their own.  Pooping is just a body function but I bet that sure helps to soothe a baby too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Also soothers ( pacifiers) help with digestion.  I am not sure how it works but they can help with gas and constipation.  It encourages digestion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dependence&lt;/span&gt; on soothers is different for every baby.  I have heard people say that a child has a soother way to long because of the parents.  In some cases I agree.  I would have totally agreed with this if you were to ask me before we had our dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Declan&lt;/span&gt; never really used a soother.  By 5 months it just became a play thing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt; is now 14 months and is still quite dependant on it especially for going to sleep.  I wish we could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; throw the thing out but it would make for a really long day.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; is why I say it is different for each baby.  Two kids,  same family and they have had a pretty similar babyhood ( did I just make up a new word???)  but one child was completely non dependant on a soother and the other is dependant on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I do think that when you see a four year old out with a soother in its mouth, that is when you gotta think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; do they really need it? or does it just need to be taken away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I am hoping by 18 months to take it away, I plan to do it gradually.  But we will see.  I had planned to have him sleeping on his own by 1 and that is not working.&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/6340801453411699095-2016182945226139268?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2016182945226139268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=2016182945226139268&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2016182945226139268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2016182945226139268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-about-pacifier.html' title='all about the pacifier'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6059224352605125839</id><published>2007-05-03T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:19:20.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You asked for it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, here are the rest of the pics you requested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxDOqXxI/AAAAAAAAACc/krWBFIABKJ4/s1600-h/Print0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060553687054311186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxDOqXxI/AAAAAAAAACc/krWBFIABKJ4/s320/Print0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; I love this one of Dex, he is such a handsome guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxDOqXyI/AAAAAAAAACk/8sW3rte4Wjg/s1600-h/Print0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060553687054311202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxDOqXyI/AAAAAAAAACk/8sW3rte4Wjg/s320/Print0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; classic naked with diaper pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxTOqXzI/AAAAAAAAACs/hCZZf-j4BDA/s1600-h/Print0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060553691349278514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxTOqXzI/AAAAAAAAACs/hCZZf-j4BDA/s320/Print0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxTOqX0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/KVu44G4nx7Y/s1600-h/Print0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060553691349278530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxTOqX0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/KVu44G4nx7Y/s320/Print0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I call this one "The secret" Declan did this all on his own.  We were thinking of what other poses to do and he just scooted over and  gave Tav a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6059224352605125839?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6059224352605125839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6059224352605125839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6059224352605125839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6059224352605125839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You asked for it'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjqyxDOqXxI/AAAAAAAAACc/krWBFIABKJ4/s72-c/Print0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-595604830204801466</id><published>2007-05-02T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:05:53.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here are some pics of the boys I had done a few weeks ago.  There are several different poses so I am not going to show you all on one post.  I wouldn't want to overwhelm you with their cuteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjleNjOqXqI/AAAAAAAAABk/PSvqnsRoIaE/s1600-h/Print0029_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060179243215511202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjleNjOqXqI/AAAAAAAAABk/PSvqnsRoIaE/s320/Print0029_resize.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The boys together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjleNzOqXrI/AAAAAAAAABs/DWhA1pk3evU/s1600-h/Print0032_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060179247510478514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjleNzOqXrI/AAAAAAAAABs/DWhA1pk3evU/s320/Print0032_resize.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Tav's 1st year pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjleODOqXsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_XO2Z2m1bzQ/s1600-h/Print0033_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060179251805445826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjleODOqXsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_XO2Z2m1bzQ/s320/Print0033_resize.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-595604830204801466?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/595604830204801466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=595604830204801466&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/595604830204801466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/595604830204801466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/pics-part-1.html' title='pics part 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjleNjOqXqI/AAAAAAAAABk/PSvqnsRoIaE/s72-c/Print0029_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3599538054660611867</id><published>2007-05-01T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:23:31.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no guilt tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tonight is the fist time in 10 days that Tavish has gone to bed without crying. Yep, we resorted to the Ferber method again, last resort. The waking in the middle of the night and trying to snuggle a baby that does not stop moving got old. So, for his 2 naps and bedtime he was settled down with a bit of a rock in the gliding rocking chair, with some light humming and finally being placed in the crib with a few back rubs and a good bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am not sure if it is the start of a trend or just luck. I got home from the gym at about 8:30, Simon, Declan and my mother-in-law were all sitting in the living room and I asked if Tav was sleeping. I received a "sounds like it." He had just gone down. So, I peeked in and he was laying in his crib eyes open sucking on his soother. Then he switched soothers. Somewhere in his crib he hid a spare. He can have 80 soothers in his crib if it will keep him from crying himself to sleep. Bed time is the only time he gets a soother so I really don't mind if he has a dependency on it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I checked in on Tav again about 5 minutes later and he was laying down eyes open watching his little crib music thing that straps on the side go around and around. Still switching soothers. Not crying, yay success. 5 minutes later he was out. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let the worst be over. I HATE listening to my poor baby cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3599538054660611867?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3599538054660611867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=3599538054660611867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3599538054660611867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3599538054660611867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-guilt-tonight.html' title='no guilt tonight'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-6420211979807740015</id><published>2007-04-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T09:25:03.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I am just insesitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I just finished the book "The time travellers wife" and I was warned that is was a very emotional read.  Um not really.  I will adjust my filter now because I don't want to spoil it for anyone who plans to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   It was an amazing book. I had fallen asleep a few times with book in hand.  I didn't want to put it down.  The only other books that I have looked forward to going to bed early to read was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Outlander&lt;/span&gt; series from Diana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gibaldon&lt;/span&gt; -  AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   I don't know if it is because books are something I am reading, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; I know it is a story that someone had come up with on paper.  Same with movies I rarely cry watching movies.  I can't remember when I ever have.  Accept for  Bambi when I was seven, I balled my eyes out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; my sister.  Maybe that is why I don't cry at movies.  I will admit however, I am a snotty mess some morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; the news.  So back to my theory that it is because of the whole reality thing.  I should find my self a novel based on a true story, maybe then I will get the real feelings that I feel I should out of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   Oh, I remember the last movie I shed a tear, it was Cars when McQueen pushed The King over the finish line so he could finish his last race.  I guess I will throw my whole real theory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-6420211979807740015?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6420211979807740015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=6420211979807740015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6420211979807740015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/6420211979807740015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/maybe-i-am-just-insesitive.html' title='Maybe I am just insesitive'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-7681285168686882542</id><published>2007-04-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:02:18.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tav's 1st haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tavish&lt;/span&gt; got his first haircut today. I figured it would be over the top to video it so I just took some pictures. He did really good, it was just when I was close to him that he wanted me to take him out of that damn chair ( it was actually a tractor that he was sitting in). The cut was done by Audrey, the lady at the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; hair cutting place. She is the only one I take the kids to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwDOqXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W2JGHbVZQcA/s1600-h/DSC02524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057580590432935506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwDOqXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W2JGHbVZQcA/s320/DSC02524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; getting familiar with the clippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwTOqXmI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sk0WqgU57rI/s1600-h/DSC02527.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057580594727902818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwTOqXmI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sk0WqgU57rI/s320/DSC02527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwTOqXnI/AAAAAAAAABM/AgcA3nASkBY/s1600-h/DSC02530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057580594727902834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwTOqXnI/AAAAAAAAABM/AgcA3nASkBY/s320/DSC02530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwjOqXoI/AAAAAAAAABU/dtfTj3Q81zI/s1600-h/DSC02534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057580599022870146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwjOqXoI/AAAAAAAAABU/dtfTj3Q81zI/s320/DSC02534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;kind of the end results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwjOqXpI/AAAAAAAAABc/cgFFc6fuVSQ/s1600-h/DSC02535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057580599022870162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwjOqXpI/AAAAAAAAABc/cgFFc6fuVSQ/s320/DSC02535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Enjoying the sucker he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; for being such a good boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-7681285168686882542?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7681285168686882542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=7681285168686882542&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7681285168686882542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/7681285168686882542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/tavs-1st-haircut.html' title='Tav&apos;s 1st haircut'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/RjAiwDOqXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W2JGHbVZQcA/s72-c/DSC02524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1884920487210235424</id><published>2007-04-23T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:48:36.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just burst out laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Every now and then, I  have a random memory that pops into my head.  Sometimes it is one that I would love to forget. Sometimes it is one that STILL makes me blush.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    I have a memory about a phone call that makes me laugh and it always happens at inconvenient times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;About 7-8 years ago I went on a camping trip.  Not too much I can report about that trip accept to say good times were had.  The second morning we were there I was building a fire to boil some water and was attempting to break a branch in half by stepping on one end and bending it in the middle.  The branch snapped and scratched the whole front of my leg.  It wasn't too deep but really wide.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  A few days later I was having a phone conversation with someone I may have had a mild crush on.  So, the conversation goes on and my leg suddenly itched like a million mosquitoes were at it.  I scratched it.  The person on the other end noticed he had lost my attention and asked me if I was okay.  I said " My scratch it itchy".  I heard a caution "whaaaaat?" I repeated "My scratch is itchy" I heard a sigh of relief and and oh, okay.  I thought you had said my SNA- - - is itchy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  To this day anytime I hear the word itchy I giggle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Did that make you laugh too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1884920487210235424?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1884920487210235424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1884920487210235424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1884920487210235424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1884920487210235424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-i-just-burst-out-laughing.html' title='Sometimes I just burst out laughing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1634649166097108863</id><published>2007-04-19T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:13:08.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, yesterday I let Tavish cry himself to sleep for his afternoon nap.  I haven't done that since he was about 5 months old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  When Tav was just 5 months old, he went through some weird phase where he couldn't be held because he was soooo squirmy.  But he wouldn't go to sleep if he wasn't rocked.  I tried the cry it out method for A WEEK.  For every nap (3-4) in the daytime bedtime was not really a problem.  I think it was because he had a bedtime routine-dinner,bath,bed.  So after a week of listening to him cry for 20 minutes before falling asleep I decided that it definitely wasn't working and how could I put my baby through that any more.  It didn't feel natural.  However he did become easier to put to sleep.  To this day he still needs some rocking before bed.  Even his naps.  Usually 2-3 minutes is all he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  So why the cry it out yesterday??? Tavish woke up in the am around 6am I brought him into bed with me hoping to get some more sleep.  He fell asleep however I was up.  Then I heard Declans pitter patter in the kitchen then coming down the hall to our room.  I got up and met him in the hallway so we didn't wake up "T".  Shortly after Declan and I started breakfast I heard Tav waking up.  Tavish and I were sitting together on the couch for about 3 minutes when he started snoring.  He fell asleep AGAIN.  Over all he slept until 8 am.  Which is sleeping in since he usually is up around 6am.  So, around 1:pm he started to get cranky witch would be about right since his usual is around 11am.  We were in his room listening to a babbling brook noise machine and I was rocking him.  Tavish decide he was going to stick his finger in my eye, then up my nose.  Clearly he was not going to sleep.  We played in the living room for about an hour and he was getting cranky again.  So the whole routine again to rock him to sleep.  Again with the eye and nose poking he was laughing and not going to sleep.  So, I had no choice, I put him in his crib and left.  after about 15 min with me peeking in every 3 min. he started to fall asleep. the only problem was he was sitting up.  He would close his eyes and start to fall back, half way down he would wake up and sit back up.  So, I went in laid him down and gave him a little rub and he was out.   There has got to be a better way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I don't like feeling like I am the mom, I should be able to fix, this why can't I.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1634649166097108863?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1634649166097108863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1634649166097108863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1634649166097108863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1634649166097108863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/poor-baby.html' title='poor baby'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1631342833763398464</id><published>2007-04-17T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:58:02.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, Finally Tavish has gotten over the waking up at 2 am.  He has been sleeping through the night for some time but the last few weeks he has been waking up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Last night as I was falling asleep I was wondering how many winks I would get until I heard the whiny cry to get him.  I was soooooo very rudely woken by the f#%&amp;'n train whistle.  Why do they have those horrid things anyway??? I could hear it for five freakin minutes.  I think at one point I had even said to myself ( not to bother saying anything to my husband cause he would sleep through a hurricaine. ) If that train wakes up the kids I will be over there kicking the shit out of it in a heart beat.  I said I was just rudely woken up okay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  The train tracks are about 2 kms from our house.  I don't even want to know what is going on in the heads of the people who live closer.  But WHY???! why do they have to be so freakin loud at 2:30 in the freakin morning.  I was miffed&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/6340801453411699095-1631342833763398464?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1631342833763398464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1631342833763398464&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1631342833763398464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1631342833763398464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-one-night.html' title='Just one night'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4104917532784993084</id><published>2007-04-15T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:50:06.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We have a group of friends who, whenever it is someones birthday, we all go out for dinner. Monday is Katie's 30th, so we all went out to Red Lobster.  Of course we left the kids with the grandparents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I believe the group started out with Simon's fraternity the Kappa Sigmas.  The men are all brothers and of course the ladies are the wives.  This is the same group that get together for games night.  I did pitch in the idea of playing 'who's the biggest pervert' at the next games night and Steve looked a little worried.  I had said don't worry it isn't going to turn into a swing party.  Nobody takes their clothes off or is forced to cross any boundaries that may cause some marital problems within the birthday club.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  So, we all met at Red Lobster Saturday night for Katie's Birthday and it was a blast.  We may have pissed off the manager a bit with needing seating for 13+3kids after we had said about 8-10 guests but oh well, we all sat and ate.  We sat at 4:30 and left around 8:00 not really feeling bad that there was a line up out the door.  They should have arrived  sooner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I love the group, I couldn't imagine being surrounded by a better bunch.  I always leave a gathering feeling like I have become closer with someone.  It is also cool that everyone is at different stages and it is fun to follow the progression.  couple #1 had recently reconciled after calling off the engagement.  Still planning the nuptials in September.  Couple #2 Also getting married in September.  Couple #3 both work in professional jobs-no kids YET.  There was a couple #4 only she was unable to attend but he had the privilege of informing us that he and his misses are eloping NEXT WEEKEND and had nothing to do with her expecting in October.  It is quite cool cause it will be a 2nd marriage for both of them and she has 2 children from hubby#1 He has no children.  He is sooooo excited.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  That was just our table although we were able to briefly visit with the rest of the gang, didn't really get a chance to catch up.  Next time, I will sit at their table.  It will just give us more to talk about.  have I mentioned how much I love our gang???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-4104917532784993084?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4104917532784993084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4104917532784993084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4104917532784993084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4104917532784993084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-club.html' title='Birthday club'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-1180836571153358765</id><published>2007-04-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:14:27.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Declan and Tavish have been doing some major growing up. Declan's communication skill are HUGE. His language skills are AMAZING he mimicked the word solicitor today and that is just the tip of the iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tavish had the craziest hair today, I just couldn't stop taking pictures. He actually took a few steps today, unbeknownst to him that he was walking, of course it will take some time but WOW!!! He even has tried to tickle us. It is too sweet. Here are a few pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052385172987671730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/Rh2ti9BhdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPCdKyS74Dw/s320/DSC02406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Declan as Mr. Incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052386010506294466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/Rh2uTtBhdMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Inxvp_tldc/s320/DSC02415.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tavish and crazy hair pic #1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052388712040723714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/Rh2ww9BhdQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/76kVD91m9lA/s320/DSC02423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tavish and crazy hair pic #2 after finding a piece of chalk to eat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052386010506294498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/Rh2uTtBhdOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/b0OoZjI2UU4/s320/DSC02438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Self portrait of me and Tav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;How cute are we all???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-1180836571153358765?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1180836571153358765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=1180836571153358765&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1180836571153358765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/1180836571153358765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-cute.html' title='too cute'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LMAzeMHM8v0/Rh2ti9BhdLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPCdKyS74Dw/s72-c/DSC02406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3829167869900473416</id><published>2007-04-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:40:49.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this if you scare easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have a huge fear of ghosts.  I don't know why, never seen one.  I also have a huge fear of plain old evil.  I think that is from watching the exorcist when I was way to young.  I have dreams that I clearly remember from years ago about evil beings around me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  The first one I remember was from my mid 20's.  I was living in a basement suite that I fondly remember, good times were had there.  But, this dream started with a doll that I had found.  just your typical doll with a soft body and a plastic head.  It was quite homely but I kept it.  But them something happened, I put it away one day.  A few days later it was out.  I put it away again, a few days later it was out.  I threw it in the garbage.  It was back at my door step.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  At this point I was getting creeped out ( still remember this is a dream).  I had mentioned it to a few Friends I knew and they thought I was crazy.  So we all went out and barried it.  It came back.  So, I took the doll and drove for miles, threw it off a bridge into a deep river and drove away.  A few days later it was staring in my window, it was all cleaned off with new clothes and a newly painted face but it looked like a clown.  I saw it and noticed it was watching me, it's eyes were following me around.  I started yelling at it and ran to the window telling it to leave me alone.  I started banging on the window and I broke it and started chasing the doll.  I was terrified of me and was running away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  that is when I woke up in a cold sweat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  haven't had that dream again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;just wanted to share a creepy story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3829167869900473416?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3829167869900473416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=3829167869900473416&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3829167869900473416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3829167869900473416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-read-this-if-you-scare-easily.html' title='Don&apos;t read this if you scare easily'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-8022071913230438280</id><published>2007-04-05T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:16:25.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mom's conundrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you were a mom with a 5 year old boy who insisted on painting his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finger&lt;/span&gt; and toe nails light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pink, who would sneak short skirts and neck scarves out of the house to wear to school and who is obsessed with make-up.  Would you support it?  Would you let him express his individuality and give him the freedom to make these choices now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I have a friend who runs a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;day home&lt;/span&gt; and the mom to one of the kids is going through this.  She is not worried about raising a boy who will be a homosexual but is worried what kind of effect that what he is doing now will have on him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Will he be ostracised because the kids will see he is different from the other boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Will his self esteem be ruined because of being picked on for being different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Will other parents refuse their kids as friends to him out of fear he will influence them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope this generation that we are raising is more adaptable than what my (our) generations was.  Different was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;".  I hope the young people we are raising are more accepting than I was.  I think about how I would have been had someone been openly homosexual when I was in school.  It would not been well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;.  It was well after I graduated High school when I found my mind opening up to the alternative lifestyles of the people around me.  Maybe because there was not a lot of exposure at that age.  I don't know I just hope the kids we are raising are more compassionate than the kids I grew up with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-8022071913230438280?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8022071913230438280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=8022071913230438280&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8022071913230438280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8022071913230438280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/moms-conundrum.html' title='A mom&apos;s conundrum'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-2008426946935068638</id><published>2007-04-04T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:29:08.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While the cat was away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I always dread the times Simon leaves town.  It is embedded in my mind that that will be the time something bad happens like falling in the shower and cracking my head open leaving my kids to survive on their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; daddy comes home.OR some passer by sees my kids tear streaked in the window and comes to check it out.  It also occurs to me that I will not have a break until he gets home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Sunday night was a very relaxed evening.  After Si left, I fed the kids dinner, played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; then it was bath time.  Dex wasn't in the mood for a bath so I didn't worry too much since he was well washed the evening before at Granny's house.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tav&lt;/span&gt; loves the tub, no problems there.  Shortly after, I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tav&lt;/span&gt; into bed and I get the house cleaned up BEFORE Dex goes down.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Declan&lt;/span&gt; goes to bed and I have two sleeping children and a clean house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Monday I get up.  We have plans to go visit a friend of mine who has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;day home&lt;/span&gt; so she is aways ready for company.  We get up, have breakfast and leave before the kids have a chance to mess the house.  I take my kids to Christine's to make messes there.  I think it was 1:00 when I decide we should go home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tav&lt;/span&gt; is getting cranky and needs a nap.  The kids fall asleep on the way home.  The house is still clean since no-one was around to mess it up and the kids are sleeping.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! I get a couple loads of laundry done and put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher.  The kids wake up and we play until dinner time.  We have dinner and I decide we need a few groceries and what a great outing it will be.  I didn't wear a low cut shirt and a push up bra, I actually had on a heavy grey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; since it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;f'n&lt;/span&gt; freezing.  The groceries were done we get home have baths ( both kids this time Dex was willing and didn't have a choice).  It was difficult getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tav&lt;/span&gt; to bed, I let him cry (just for a minute) then I go and rock him to sleep.  Dex watches TV while I clean up the little mess we made since we were gone all day.  Dex goes to bed and I finish tidying up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Tuesday.  Thank god I had the house so tidy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; two days Si was gone because I picked up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; bug he had.  I feel lousy and I am alone until 7:00 pm how was I going to get through this??? I curse Simon for a) leaving town and b) for giving me this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; bug that whenever I burp it tastes like I just consumes some kind of carbonated egg beverage.  Not pleasant.  Simon and I text back and forth a bit and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mentions&lt;/span&gt; that he may leave early since he has gotten about as much out of the seminar as he is going to.  Another text has gone by and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; left yet, another and another saying that his colleague has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; left.  I am starting to get really annoyed"just get your ass in the truck and get home. " Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; that was all said in my head, my dear husband would probably stay longer if I were to say it directly to him.  Finally I get the message that he is leaving and do the math yep, it will be 7:00 before he gets home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  So, with all the hard work that went into keeping the house clean and keeping it so Si would come home to a clean house was a total waste, it was still dirty when he got home DAMMIT!   Well at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; I didn't crack my head open in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-2008426946935068638?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2008426946935068638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=2008426946935068638&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2008426946935068638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/2008426946935068638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/while-cat-was-away.html' title='While the cat was away'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-8348338906032467002</id><published>2007-04-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T09:09:15.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a night without kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I got home from my step class Saturday morning and the mother in law has requested a sleepover at her house with the kids.  Great!!  We plan an evening out to dinner and the movies I am thinking maybe a bit of Romance later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  We go to see Wild hogs and we both enjoyed it, I think my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; part is when they get caught skinny dipping by an unsuspecting family (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/span&gt;).  So we get home to a house that was not cleaned up before we left due to lack of time since we had planned to go out for dinner before the movie.  I take on the living room putting toys away, and folding blankets.  Simon takes on the dishes.  We both tackle the laundry.  I am folding a putting away the pile on our bed while Simon brings up some fresh out of the dryer and folds it in the kitchen.  Put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; away and one last look around the house and we hear a mild screech from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the smoke&lt;/span&gt; alarm.  It had made a noise earlier and forgot to take care of the battery then.  Simon being the much taller ( by about 7 inches) takes it down to change it.  Simon heads to the basement to do some computer stuff, and I head to bed to get a bit further into my book ( The time travellers wife).  My eyes get heavy and Simon comes to bed just as I am drifting off.  How romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Who would have thought a night without kids would be so exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-8348338906032467002?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8348338906032467002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=8348338906032467002&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8348338906032467002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8348338906032467002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-without-kids.html' title='a night without kids'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-8528371732303905286</id><published>2007-03-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:33:00.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about the ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Simon is the main grocery shopper in our house, I always thought it was cause he has the money to buy them. Or maybe it is because if it were me doing the grocery shopping I would come home with half the store.&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Simon had plans to go for groceries, I had plans to go to the gym. I had asked him if he was planning to go before or after the gym, he was thinking he would just go and take the boys ( He will usually take Declan and leave Tavish with me). I was concerned that he may just be doing it to give me some mom time away so I asked him if he was good with that, I wanted to make sure that it wasn't too much of a handful for him. So he replies that since Dex is older he likes to take Tav with him because Dex no longer gets the cute baby stares from the ladies. Declan is still cute and people admire him, but Tav is baby cute and gets the smiles and stares as well as the adoration from the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will start getting the groceries from now on, wear a really low cut shirt with a push up bra and then we will see who gets the smiles and stares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-8528371732303905286?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8528371732303905286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=8528371732303905286&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8528371732303905286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/8528371732303905286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-about-girls.html' title='its all about the ladies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-4888658451130813549</id><published>2007-03-28T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:04:16.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry folks, the comment factory was on strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is up and running now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Any comments for what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;can be place here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-4888658451130813549?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4888658451130813549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=4888658451130813549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4888658451130813549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/4888658451130813549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/strike.html' title='Strike'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3108620202917742144</id><published>2007-03-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:03:54.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday while I was changing wash loads, Declan came downstairs with his index finger pointing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Hi Dex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;D: Lick it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: What is it ( He has his index finger pointing and so close to my face I can't see anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;D:Mom, lick it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: What is it ( trying to focus and can definitely see something on there but it is still blurry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;D: ( starting to get frustrated) Its for you, lick it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  So, I look at the situation and do I upset my child by forcing the issue to know what it is before I let him put it in my mouth? Or do I just suck it up and let him have his way?  I ask myself if he getting mad because he wants to do something for me and I won't let him or is getting mad because he isn't getting his way? Hmmm. I take a deep breath and let him put his finger in my mouth with the unknown substance on it.  I have never been more delighted to taste peanut butter in my life.  I give Dex a big hug and thank him.  He said "peanut butter" and giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3108620202917742144?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3108620202917742144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3108620202917742144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-to-do.html' title='What to do'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3032726593940570609</id><published>2007-03-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:26:20.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   A few months ago I was gassing up at a station with all the options.  The pump had a pay at the pump option and there I could also buy a car wash for $2.00 cheaper than buying the car wash alone.  So, as I finished pumping and the receipt printed, I looked and couldn't find the code I needed to wash Neo ( the name I gave my Matrix).  With a moral dilemma of do I take care of it later or do I go in and leave my sleeping kids in the car.  I decided on the later.  It was planned in my head that I was going to fill and wash all in one trip.  With receipt in hand and head down looking at it, I proceed to the doors not paying any attention to the gentleman who held the door open for me.  I walk in hearing a "Your welcome" come from the gentleman who held the door open from me.  I think a regular person may find it rude that someone wants to be noticed for doing a random act of kindness.  I however am usually very grateful when someone does something of the sort for me.  I often am the one muffling a "your welcome".  So, I take a look at the man and feel bad but with sleeping children in the car I am in a rush.  I get to the till and explain that I paid for a car wash but there is no code on my receipt.  It gets pointed out to my by the attendant and I feel silly because it was right at the top.  I rush back out to the car.  Thankfully no one had stolen it and drove off with my precious cargo ( I did lock the doors).  I notice the gentleman getting into his Lexus SUV and drive to the car wash.  Great! I can go and thank him and apologise for my rudeness.  I get behind him and just as I open my door, he pulls into the wash.  I am not going to go that far.  I notice his licence plate and it is obviously a plate that belongs to a Doctor.  So that plate is forever embedded in my mind and If I ever see him again I am sure I will go up to him and ask him if he will accept my apology for being so inconsiderate that day way back when.  He will probably look at me and think I am crazy but then it will be one less thing on my conscience.   Now, is this what normally goes on in other minds or is it just me??   Am I going too out of my way to right a wrong?? Is it even that big of a deal??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3032726593940570609?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3032726593940570609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=3032726593940570609&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3032726593940570609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3032726593940570609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-i-think-about.html' title='Stuff I think about'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340801453411699095.post-3097805433825851958</id><published>2007-03-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:28:25.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Welcome to my blog. This title comes from my favorite anecdote about a donkey that has fallen down a well.  The farmer comes across his sad old donkey making a fuss down an old dried out well, After trying every trick to get the donkey out, he decides it is time to say goodbye to the old fella and starts digging its live grave.  He shovels and shovels for a while and has a look hoping he won't see his donkey meeting his maker but what he sees is the donkey half way up the well, Amazed the farmer shovels some more dirt in and watches every spec land on the donkey.  He gives a little shake and packs the dirt down underneath him with his hooves bringing him higher and higher to the top.  With a new sense of admiration for his old friend, he runs over to his neighbors, explains he needs some help and extra hands.  The crew of helpers shovelled and shovelled and before the sun had time to set, the donkey had packed a well full of dirt beneath him and casually walked out of the well.  With glorious cheers and endearing pats on the behind the donkey has a drink of water and falls fast asleep in his barn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;  So why I love this story so much is because I love the underdog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; If I find myself head in hands over a situation that seems hopeless I think of this story and it enlightens me.  I find myself passing this on quite often with the phrase "this too shall pass".  I love to give advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;  I hope you enjoy reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340801453411699095-3097805433825851958?l=hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3097805433825851958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340801453411699095&amp;postID=3097805433825851958&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3097805433825851958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340801453411699095/posts/default/3097805433825851958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hey-shakeitoff.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133788513786513378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
