<?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-35317878</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:39:11.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Frappy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3956179281123641764</id><published>2007-08-03T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:45:25.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking about deleting my blog.</title><content type='html'>I never remember to post. It's getting sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3956179281123641764?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3956179281123641764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3956179281123641764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3956179281123641764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3956179281123641764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-thinking-about-deleting-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m thinking about deleting my blog.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-6623425706037450561</id><published>2007-06-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:47:08.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I sum up a month?</title><content type='html'>I'll try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Wisconsin. Got to move SIL from Madison to Milwaukee. Little Man showed off for relatives. Was fun, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;-Little Man had his evaluation, and he qualifies for speech therapy. They think he *might* have a form of apraxia, but hopefully just needs a little extra help to get his mouth going. We hope to start a little after July 1.&lt;br /&gt;-Am kind of jobless right now. Haven't exactly quit or anything, but I have no students so I am working no hours and not getting paid. The company went kind of bonkers and laid off all of the office staff in my office. I didn't feel they handled it very well and that left a bad taste in my mouth - so I'm not sure I'll go back.&lt;br /&gt;-It's been really hot. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;-Last week Little Man attempted to go to a water park with Grandma, but left after one hour because of course he was running around and fell and got a fat lip. &lt;br /&gt;-This is the last week of my 3rd class for my MBA. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to Florida on Friday for a week. Looking forward to the beach, but not looking forward to trying to keep Little Man from breaking everything in the IL's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-6623425706037450561?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/6623425706037450561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=6623425706037450561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6623425706037450561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6623425706037450561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-can-i-sum-up-month.html' title='How can I sum up a month?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8263355272219459151</id><published>2007-06-14T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:23:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>...since I posted, but big exciting things are coming. Promise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8263355272219459151?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8263355272219459151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8263355272219459151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8263355272219459151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8263355272219459151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-its-been-awhile.html' title='I know it&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-6553472412875383505</id><published>2007-05-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T07:35:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervousness postponed.</title><content type='html'>The lady coming to the house today to see Little Man had to cancel, so I won't worry about that anymore. lol. Just now have to pack and write a paper when I get home from work tonight. I can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-6553472412875383505?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/6553472412875383505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=6553472412875383505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6553472412875383505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6553472412875383505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/05/nervousness-postponed.html' title='Nervousness postponed.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-6471373744116813951</id><published>2007-05-15T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:29:38.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear to god I'll cut my bangs!!!</title><content type='html'>That is a quote from an old Dana Carvey stand up when he impersonates Marcia Clark, the lawyer during the OJ trial. She starts going crazy, and holds scissors up to her head saying "I'll cut my bangs! I'll cut my bangs! I swear to god I'll cut my bangs!" Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying really hard to keep it together but everytime damn Aunt Flo shows up I go off the deep end. Argh! Anyway, we leave on Thursday for Wisconsin. Right now it's Tuesday evening. I still need to write a 6 page paper, clean the house, pack. I have to work tomorrow and take L to Grandma's. And the lady is coming over tomorrow to meet Little Man and get a feel for what, if anything, may be wrong. I like to bundle everything up into 3 days of insanity. Oh, and I'm almost out of work so I've been scrambling to figure out what to do. Blah! I want to curl up in bed for a few days and then I'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whine anymore because I need to write my paper! Oh well. Boo hoo! Have a drink for me please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-6471373744116813951?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/6471373744116813951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=6471373744116813951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6471373744116813951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6471373744116813951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-swear-to-god-ill-cut-my-bangs.html' title='I swear to god I&apos;ll cut my bangs!!!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7012509158589151049</id><published>2007-05-13T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:00:00.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Hope you enjoyed the day. We had a nice day. Hubby made french toast for breakfast - yummy! Even Little Man had some, and liked it! Hubby and Little Man made me a stepping stone for Mother's Day - complete with handprints. It's so cute! We also got some potted plants for the front porch. It was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Little Man's nap, he just fell apart. Grandma had come over to have dinner with us but I think Little Man has another molar coming, and woke up screaming. It sucked. He went to bed early though so hopefully he'll feel better tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7012509158589151049?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7012509158589151049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7012509158589151049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7012509158589151049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7012509158589151049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-4214405005435142168</id><published>2007-05-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:25:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked.</title><content type='html'>I saw the show Wicked last night. It was incredible. I haven't seen a musical in a long time and it really made me wish I was still singing. I'm thinking about trying to at least find a choir or something. Anyway, I don't know if it's sold out, but if not, I highly recommend it!! It's at the Performing Arts Center for a few more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-4214405005435142168?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/4214405005435142168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=4214405005435142168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4214405005435142168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4214405005435142168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/05/wicked.html' title='Wicked.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1454703011002317452</id><published>2007-05-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:55:00.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No pictures lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RkDjdJJoCBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ykmz2-gjjjY/s1600-h/100_2532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RkDjdJJoCBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ykmz2-gjjjY/s320/100_2532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062296070976440338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! Here's one just to make the page less boring. Little Man playing with Thomas the Tank Engine in the bathtub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1454703011002317452?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1454703011002317452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1454703011002317452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1454703011002317452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1454703011002317452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-pictures-lately.html' title='No pictures lately.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RkDjdJJoCBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ykmz2-gjjjY/s72-c/100_2532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-2381288617344593593</id><published>2007-05-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:52:05.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulleted update.</title><content type='html'>It's been over a week! I suck! A busy week for sure, so I'll do a bulleted list and just see what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hubby and I spent over an hour at the airport trying to redeem United credit vouchers for a flight. It was beyond ridiculous. I think they make it as difficult as possible so that most people will give up and not use their vouchers. Well kiss it United, we're getting our damn plane tickets! So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My aunt and uncle are still in town. They spent last week in Colorado Springs and then Estes Park. They are so fun, they do whatever they want and fly by the seat of their pants. This week I think they are going to Georgetown, the zoo, some museums, who knows what else?!? They're here until Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I bit the bullet and called &lt;a href="http://denveroptions.org/"&gt;Denver Options&lt;/a&gt; about Little Man. I don't know that I truly think something is wrong, but he's 19 months old and still not using any real words. So may as well have someone evaluate him to be sure. It sounds stupid, but I felt like a bad mom for calling. Yes, a bad mom for calling to get him help. I guess I felt like I was implying something is wrong with him when he's perfect? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got my pictures from Lamb Photography. They are fantastic. I don't think I'm allowed to post any here but believe me they are wonderful. I'm having the hardest time picking out what ones to buy. Such a rough decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I bought a used jogging stroller! My friend Sherri from a mommy board I'm on had one. I'm so excited to get off of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It ends up my mom may not even have asthma. Remember her being in the hospital and all that? Well she went to an asthma clinic yesterday and they think she might have sleep apnea and &lt;a href="http://www.lungusa.org/site/pp.asp?c=dvLUK9O0E&amp;b=35436"&gt;interstitial lung disease&lt;/a&gt; instead. WHAT?!? I'm not going to worry about it until she sees the Sleep Clinic and the pulmonary doc tomorrow. So say a little prayer for her! I love my mommy and I want her HEALTHY and around for a LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On Saturday my next door neighbors had a Cinco de Mayo party. It was pretty funny. Let's just say there was tequila worm eating, dogs drinking margaritas, and grown men riding in jogging strollers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On Thursday my mom and I are going to see &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/"&gt;Wicked&lt;/a&gt;! I am so excited! We've had tickets since last November, so it better be GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Next Wednesday we're going out of town for a week. To Wisconsin, not like a sunny beach or anything. I'll post more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made it to the end! Give yourself a cookie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-2381288617344593593?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/2381288617344593593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=2381288617344593593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2381288617344593593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2381288617344593593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/05/bulleted-update.html' title='Bulleted update.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7210326725348685330</id><published>2007-04-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:21:56.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart naps.</title><content type='html'>I really, really do. I took one yesterday, because the weekend had just worn me out. My brother flew in on Thursday night with his girlfriend, or soon-to-be fiancee, or whatever you want to call her. I was so nervous to meet her! She was so nice though, and they act like they've known each other for years. It's crazy. It's also hilarious to see someone kinda boss my brother around a little. Like she'll wear the pants in the relationship, lol. But he seems SOO happy so that's awesome. They're getting married in September and we'll be there! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and uncle also arrived yesterday. They will be here for 2 weeks! Little Man was totally overwhelmed with all the guests and just melted down. I'd never seen him like this before. My guests all went to Boulder for the afternoon yesterday, and Little Man napped, so therefore I napped too. I love having guests but it tires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - I got an A on my business plan. Hooray for me. Rock n roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7210326725348685330?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7210326725348685330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7210326725348685330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7210326725348685330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7210326725348685330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-heart-naps.html' title='I heart naps.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7598205441270744630</id><published>2007-04-26T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:19:11.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't you ever wanted to do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RjtVnqZCndo' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RjtVnqZCndo'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many times where I've had the "Really?!?" response in my head, but can't say it at risk of being rude. They put it perfectly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: This is the one where they talk about Michael Vick. How freaking funny is it that he used the name "Ron Mexico" to get STD medications at clinics? That is the greatest alias ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7598205441270744630?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7598205441270744630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7598205441270744630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7598205441270744630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7598205441270744630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/haven-you-ever-wanted-to-do-this.html' title='Haven&amp;#39;t you ever wanted to do this?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1828518022623518544</id><published>2007-04-23T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:35:29.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear that howling?</title><content type='html'>It's me. I finished my business plan. Damn straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1828518022623518544?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1828518022623518544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1828518022623518544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1828518022623518544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1828518022623518544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/hear-that-howling.html' title='Hear that howling?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3336523749695814353</id><published>2007-04-23T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:50:57.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is the new black.</title><content type='html'>Of weddings that is. Do you remember when everyone got married in the summer? When we were searching for places to get married in June, many places were booked 2 years in advance! Crazy! This year it seems like everyone is getting married at off-times. One of my old roommates got married in February, and my hair lady got married in March. And even more people are getting married in the Fall - my brother September 1, one of DH's friends September 8, one of my old HS boyfriends October 13, and my best friend October 19. Sheesh! It's madness I tell you. I'm not complaining, I LOVE weddings, and our summer is super busy as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3336523749695814353?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3336523749695814353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3336523749695814353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3336523749695814353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3336523749695814353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/fall-is-new-black.html' title='Fall is the new black.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-509249820071807681</id><published>2007-04-23T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:40:53.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown to Thursday is on!</title><content type='html'>That's when my brother gets into town with his soon-to-be fiancee! I am so nervous and excited. I've never met her, and I'm hoping she's awesome. No pressure. hee hee. I also want my house to look normal and clean. I don't know if that will happen. I've been running around like an idiot trying to clean things that haven't been cleaned in a while. I also have to finish my business plan. I am happy to say that I'm CLOSE to having it done. &lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled b/c I just bought a &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/602-7111506-7159835?asin=B00004SQ1N&amp;AFID=Froogle&amp;LNM=B00004SQ1N|Suncast_Deck_Box&amp;nAID=14110944&amp;ref=tgt_adv_XSG10001"&gt;deck box&lt;/a&gt; for the backyard. You see, all of Little Man's backyard toys have been housed in the kitchen since Christmas. So my kitchen has basically looked like ass since then. So I am THRILLED at the idea of having his toys be outside where they should be. Hallelujah for sales, and for Target!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-509249820071807681?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/509249820071807681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=509249820071807681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/509249820071807681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/509249820071807681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/countdown-to-thursday-is-on.html' title='The Countdown to Thursday is on!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-2680114343882540788</id><published>2007-04-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:12:23.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass disaster averted.</title><content type='html'>We went to turn on the sprinkler system this past week, only to realize it wouldn't turn on, and there was a huge pile of standing water in our sprinkler spout box. It totally sucked. We assumed we wouldn't be able to afford to get it fixed and would have to manually water the damn grass all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! We fixed this morning. Ourselves. We needed one piece to do it, and had to mess with some things, and the then the sprinklers gloriously came on! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels SO good to not have to worry about that. Now I just have to worry about my damn business plan! I was up late doing it last night, I was sure I'd finish. Nope, not even halfway done! It's kicking my ass! Oh well. When I'm done, you'll hear me singing from the rooftop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-2680114343882540788?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/2680114343882540788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=2680114343882540788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2680114343882540788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2680114343882540788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/grass-disaster-averted.html' title='Grass disaster averted.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7076910541757912148</id><published>2007-04-18T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:25:35.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long but good day!</title><content type='html'>We were all over the place. Little Man and I went to Kohl's and Big Lots (I found a perfect picture frame for his room, for $5 - score!), then to Grandma's to eat lunch. When Grandma got home, we all went over to the mall. Grandma bought Little Man some new duds and then he napped in his stroller while we ate pizza. Westminster Mall sure is going to shit, but man the pizza place there is GOOD! Anyway, I only had to work for 2 hours (yay!) and then I got my hair cut (double yay!). Tomorrow morning Little Man is being photographed by my friend that is a photographer - she is amazing. Check out her website &lt;a href="www.thelambphoto.com"&gt;Lamb Photography&lt;/a&gt;. I am so excited to have nice photos of him again! It's been a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, some random quick thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;-My aunt and uncle are coming to visit at the end of the month. If they like it here (they live in NJ), they're moving here. My mom is SOO excited.&lt;br /&gt;-My dad scored a place for me to have my friend Katie's bridal shower in Milwaukee in September. Yahoo! One less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;-I really need to finish my business plan for school this week. If I do, then I can clean my house since my brother and his soon-to-be-fiancee will be here in ONE WEEK! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7076910541757912148?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7076910541757912148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7076910541757912148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7076910541757912148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7076910541757912148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-but-good-day.html' title='Long but good day!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7891080409859074309</id><published>2007-04-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:19:38.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear lady at Payless,</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that we wanted to come into your store at 9:40 - ten minutes after you were supposed to have opened. Would it really have been that hard to TURN THE LIGHTS ON while I was there? Don't worry, the shoes looked a lot less hideous in the dark anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7891080409859074309?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7891080409859074309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7891080409859074309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7891080409859074309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7891080409859074309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-lady-at-payless.html' title='Dear lady at Payless,'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3529273603872884425</id><published>2007-04-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:52:42.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to date post, and ode to Buffalo Wild Wings.</title><content type='html'>We saw Blades of Glory - it was hilarious! I haven't seen a movie in a long time. Then we ate at &lt;a href="http://www.buffalowildwings.com/index2.asp"&gt;Buffalo Wild Wings&lt;/a&gt; with Little Man and Grandma. Little Man had macaroni and cheese (surprise surprise) and was totally covered in cheese by the end of lunch. I had a Chicken Tender Wrapper - highly recommend it. I almost always get it, unless I can't resist the call of some wings. &lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I used to go to Buffalo Wild Wings ALL the time. One year of college his apartment was directly above one, so we'd always take advantage of 10 cent wing night. When we moved to Alabama after college, they opened one not far from our apartment. We'd go there for drinks or to watch sports. I remember Hubby breaking a huge beer glass during an exciting play in the NCAA basketball tournament. heh. When we moved to CO, there was one right by our apartment. Now that we live in the middle of nowhere though, the closest BWW is a good 20-25 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story? Someone give me a loan to open my own BWW on this side of town. Goldmine, I promise you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3529273603872884425?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3529273603872884425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3529273603872884425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3529273603872884425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3529273603872884425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-to-date-post-and-ode-to-buffalo.html' title='Update to date post, and ode to Buffalo Wild Wings.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1376768972484153665</id><published>2007-04-13T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:05:49.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a 'date night' at 10 am....</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning we're dropping Little Man off with Grandma and going to see an early movie and have lunch. Not the most romantic ever, but we take what we can get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1376768972484153665?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1376768972484153665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1376768972484153665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1376768972484153665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1376768972484153665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-date-night-at-10-am.html' title='Have a &apos;date night&apos; at 10 am....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-2021852637588443009</id><published>2007-04-12T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:44:35.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old ground beef.</title><content type='html'>Is it sad that my husband and I NEVER KNEW that ground beef can come in a tube-like packaging?!? We always have bought it in the styrofoam containers w/ saran wrap around it. Now we see it in this oval shape covered in plastic. It's like a whole world I never knew existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-2021852637588443009?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/2021852637588443009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=2021852637588443009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2021852637588443009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2021852637588443009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-old-ground-beef.html' title='Good old ground beef.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3087955837179146671</id><published>2007-04-11T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:44:51.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my hopes up.</title><content type='html'>I HATE when I do this to myself. I see something and can instantly envision it coming to fruition, even if it's a total longshot. And then I'm disappointed when it doesn't happen. Argh! I applied for a part time job tonight, that I found on good old craigslist. I love that website. Anyhow, this job is for someone to review different software programs for usability and quality assurance. From home! Love it! The best part - the owner of the company went to school in WI. Can't go wrong with that. So, here I am, with my hopes up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3087955837179146671?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3087955837179146671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3087955837179146671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3087955837179146671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3087955837179146671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-my-hopes-up.html' title='Getting my hopes up.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-257993701237013133</id><published>2007-04-08T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:36:20.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>It feels more like Christmas than Easter. It's been snowing/freezing rain all day, and chilly! Yuck! We tried to go to church bright and early this morning. It was SOOOO crowded, there was nowhere to sit! We stayed as long as my mom could stand, but her back started to hurt so we left. Sorry Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and checked out what the Easter Bunny brought for Little Man. He was soo excited about his rubber ducky, and candy. He didn't really care about the books and such, but maybe he'll notice those later! His grandmas spoiled him too. He got an "Easter Wheelbarrow," filled with candy and treats. He also got some stuffed bunny rabbits, and a new tricycle! I think he might be a little small for the trike still, but it will be fun to get him to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the country club by our house for brunch. The food was good, and the place was really nice. My only complaint was, they ran out of highchairs!! Are you kidding me?? I made reservations a while ago, and specified I had a young toddler who needed a high chair. When we got there, they were "all being used." D'oh! So Little Man got to sit in a booster seat for the very first time. I am not ready for him to sit w/o being strapped in, KWIM? lol. But he did fine, he didn't eat much besides grapes and pineapple, but enjoyed the peoplewatching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're home, Little Man is passed out, and I'm about ready to do the same. Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-257993701237013133?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/257993701237013133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=257993701237013133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/257993701237013133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/257993701237013133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-9175350493293646942</id><published>2007-04-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:24:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RhCTaVenUFI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q_qoUFIva_U/s1600-h/EasterBunny2007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RhCTaVenUFI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q_qoUFIva_U/s320/EasterBunny2007.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048697262933758034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is home from work tomorrow so we're acting like it's not Sunday night. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Little Man to see the Easter Bunny today. He HATED the Easter Bunny. It was pretty funny. He's not scared of much, except apparently Santa, swimming, and the Easter Bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-9175350493293646942?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/9175350493293646942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=9175350493293646942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/9175350493293646942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/9175350493293646942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/04/feels-like-saturday.html' title='Feels like Saturday.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RhCTaVenUFI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q_qoUFIva_U/s72-c/EasterBunny2007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3397937026491642968</id><published>2007-03-31T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:16:33.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer cheese dip.</title><content type='html'>My friend Woodsey gave me the recipe for this dip a few weeks ago. Which has been totally trouble, because it's FANTASTIC! I can't stop eating it. Here's the easy recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 packages light cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;-1 package Hidden Valley Ranch mix (original)&lt;br /&gt;-1-2 cups shredded cheddar cheese (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 - 1 can of beer (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You basically mix the cream cheese and ranch seasoning in a bowl, then mix in beer and cheese to taste. Let it sit in the fridge a few hours to thicken up. It's wonderful with mini pretzels. Also recommend it w/ super pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it is so good. I'm addicted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3397937026491642968?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3397937026491642968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3397937026491642968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3397937026491642968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3397937026491642968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/beer-cheese-dip.html' title='Beer cheese dip.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7402750609374950622</id><published>2007-03-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T06:33:42.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo sleepy!</title><content type='html'>I have been tired all of the time lately. I don't know why! But today is a cold snowy day (happy end of March!), and Little Man is still asleep, so I'm going back to sleep! Gotta take advantage - who cares that I won't be able to shower until after lunch. I only have to work an hour tonight anyway. Nighty night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7402750609374950622?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7402750609374950622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7402750609374950622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7402750609374950622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7402750609374950622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/soooo-sleepy.html' title='soooo sleepy!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-4510276812518813139</id><published>2007-03-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:42:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the mommies out there...</title><content type='html'>The Dirty Sock Funtime Band added me as one of their MySpace friends. How funny is that? Little Man is stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-4510276812518813139?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/4510276812518813139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=4510276812518813139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4510276812518813139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4510276812518813139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-all-mommies-out-there.html' title='For all the mommies out there...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-6803255373875094465</id><published>2007-03-28T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:07:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other peoples' crazy makes me crazy.</title><content type='html'>Now I know I'm crazy, and I'm fine with it. But sometimes other peoples' craziness irks me to no end. Isn't that terrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new crazy that is on my poop list is believing everything one reads on the internet. You have to be VERY CAREFUL where you get information from, as anyone can pay to have a study done in their favor. The internet can easily make one believe all kinds of things and, in essence, go CRAZY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I don't know what my life would be like if I believed everything I read. Maybe I'd be that crazy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-6803255373875094465?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/6803255373875094465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=6803255373875094465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6803255373875094465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6803255373875094465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/other-peoples-crazy-makes-me-crazy.html' title='Other peoples&apos; crazy makes me crazy.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-278075205780075922</id><published>2007-03-28T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T07:06:56.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One - The Diet.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm totally lying in that title. I can't diet. I know it all too well. Just can't. So instead, it's baby steps. I am not allowed to pig out at night anymore. It's been hard working through dinner and getting home at 8:15 three nights a week, and staying up every night for school. So, last night was the first night I didn't graze or binge or anything. I did get hungry before bed, so I had a cup of tea. How rational of me! lol. Nothing like the Dairy Queen I usually run out and get, or the entire box of Mini Nilla wafers that are supposed to be for my son. Let's see how long this lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one wedding in October I have to look good for (or possibly two, if you saw the post below!) so I have some work to do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-278075205780075922?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/278075205780075922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=278075205780075922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/278075205780075922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/278075205780075922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-one-diet.html' title='Day One - The Diet.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1290345359861945888</id><published>2007-03-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:18:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something positive!</title><content type='html'>I *think* my brother may be getting married. Holy shit. He just met this girl a few months ago, but he sounds like she's the one. I am freaking out! Excited, and nervous because I want only the best for him. They are coming out in April so I'll get to meet her. Tee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1290345359861945888?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1290345359861945888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1290345359861945888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1290345359861945888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1290345359861945888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-positive.html' title='Something positive!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3117181357528992903</id><published>2007-03-27T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:14:23.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to see Kaiser Permanente again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RgmXJThZC0I/AAAAAAAAADA/61dVP4Dk9GE/s1600-h/100_2457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RgmXJThZC0I/AAAAAAAAADA/61dVP4Dk9GE/s320/100_2457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046731043560295234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! Long story short, my mom went to the Kaiser med center THREE times in 5 days before they realized she had pneumonia and a bladder infection. By then, her blood pressure was really low and she was really dehydrated. Understandably. Last Wednesday I had the pleasure of going in the ambulance w/ her to the hospital. She was in the ER for 5 hours while they did various tests, and then she finally got a room. She was there until Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough few days, but she's finally getting better. I had her come stay with me until today, so I could make her food and keep an eye on her. She went home today and hopefully is starting to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's neat though, my mom's only been in CO for a year, and only at her new job a few months. But she already has people that care about her greatly. One of her coworkers took her to the doctor for me (since I live across town), and drove my car to the hospital for me so I could ride in the ambulance. There are people lining up to bring her food and make sure she's ok. That's really nice. My mom is awesome and deserves the best. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was depressing, so I'll lighten it up with this picture of Little Man, who got his hair cut yesterday. Sorry if it's a little dark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3117181357528992903?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3117181357528992903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3117181357528992903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3117181357528992903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3117181357528992903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-want-to-see-kaiser-permanente.html' title='I don&apos;t want to see Kaiser Permanente again.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RgmXJThZC0I/AAAAAAAAADA/61dVP4Dk9GE/s72-c/100_2457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-6015384160788265130</id><published>2007-03-20T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:55:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>...was in full swing at my house for the last 4 days. Hubby took off Thursday and Friday from work in order to stay home and watch basketball. One of his buddies flew in from out of town, took off Thursday and Friday, and joined Hubby on the couch watching basketball. It's like a holiday here or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part it was fun. It sucked b/c Wisconsin didn't even make the Sweet Sixteen. A huge disappointment. BUT there were a lot of great games - and Duke lost in the first round! How sweet is that. tee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's been sick which has been a bit hard, I want to be able to take care of her. Luckily over the weekend Hubby was home to watch Little Man so I could go check on her. Then yesterday she was at the doctor all day. Thank goodness my neighbor was able to watch Little Man for me so I could be at the doctor with her without Little Man causing chaos! Let's hope she's better soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-6015384160788265130?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/6015384160788265130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=6015384160788265130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6015384160788265130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6015384160788265130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-26355361042168801</id><published>2007-03-20T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:52:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes</title><content type='html'>So we started swim lessons again. Last year, Little Man LOVED the water and had a blast. This year, not so much. I'm assuming it's because he realizes what is going on or something? At the last lesson I put him underwater and he freaked. I mean, screamed incessantly for the rest of the lesson. He was sooo mad at me. Today he did a little better, but still really fought me the whole time. He didn't want to kick his legs or swim around, just really wanted to play with the toys the instructor had. It's funny. I was sure he was going to love it, and that's really not the case! I dread going back because keeping him contained is so draining. BUT I know I have to keep going, it will get better, and hopefully he'll start to like it. Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-26355361042168801?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/26355361042168801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=26355361042168801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/26355361042168801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/26355361042168801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7843422791143625934</id><published>2007-03-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:50:58.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth to me!</title><content type='html'>Blog? I have a blog? I totally forgot. Well, not really but I just haven't had the time to post. Forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;Work is becoming quite a pain. I love it when I am there, but the 45-minute commute is just not worth it. And I was informed that they may be moving FURTHER north (i.e. away from me) in the summer. If that's the case, I'm out! Too far!&lt;br /&gt;School is kicking my butt. I did survive the first 8 weeks and got an A for that portion of the class. Yay me. I'm in the second part now, lots more work and I have to do a business plan. Craziness. I just have to remember that the class will be done April 30, and I will do a happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;MIL has been here since the 1st. She rocks; she already installed cabinet locks for me so I can FINALLY let L run around in the kitchen once in a while. We painted my bedroom green (it's Behr's 'Restful' if you're ever at Home Depot). It looks great. I got a really cute wrought iron wall thingy for over the bed too. Now I just need to find a cute bedspread and I'll be set. I've also sloooowly started working on spring cleaning. Haven't gotten far on that though.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, what else is new? Little Man and I start Parent/Tot swim lessons next week. I'm so excited. We convinced the neighbors to do it too. It's 30 minutes, twice a week. Indoors. Basically to get Little Man comfortable in the water. We did it a year ago but I don't think he remembers class from when he was 6 months old! My mom is also sweet and said she'd pay for him to take a class with other kiddos. SO, this summer (after swim lessons are done) he's gonna take a class at a Gymboree-type place that isn't too far from here. I'm blessed to not need daycare but the kid needs more kiddo interaction! He still is not saying any real words (despite babbling CONSTANTLY all day long). He does other things though, and it's something new everyday. Although exhausting, this age is great. I'm sorry I haven't posted pics lately but I haven't even TAKEN pictures lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to bed. Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7843422791143625934?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7843422791143625934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7843422791143625934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7843422791143625934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7843422791143625934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/03/earth-to-me.html' title='Earth to me!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3709799076707325307</id><published>2007-02-26T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:20:45.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of first class, spring cleaning, and other useless trivia.</title><content type='html'>This is my last week of my first class! Yahoo! Granted, the class continues with a second half that lasts 8 more weeks. But still, halfway there! Gotta love it. I've also started making a list of the thousands of things I want to do in the house for spring cleaning. My MIL gets here at the end of the week and we're painting my bedroom! I'm so excited. I will also do a lot on the spring cleaning list since I'll have her to hang with Little Man. Very thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I fixed the ice maker in the fridge this weekend. It had been broken for 3 months. We're right on the ball. To celebrate we had margaritas Saturday night. Yummy. I can tell I don't drink much anymore, the margaritas caused me to eat a bunch of pancakes that my neighbor had made at 11:00 pm (long story), and follow it up with an entire frozen pizza. Oops. &lt;br /&gt;Little Man is finally back to normal health wise. I'm fine during the day but seem to cough up a lung every night. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to Home Depot to get some paint! Ta ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3709799076707325307?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3709799076707325307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3709799076707325307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3709799076707325307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3709799076707325307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-week-of-first-class-spring.html' title='Last week of first class, spring cleaning, and other useless trivia.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3980540868093668224</id><published>2007-02-21T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:26:23.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe on the upswing?</title><content type='html'>I am slooowly starting to feel better. This cold has really kicked my butt. I had to call in sick to work on Monday and I'm not a fan of that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on week 7 of 8 in my first class. My class is technically in two parts, so this is just the first part, but it still feels good to be on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to admit that work and school is totally overwhelming me. That's part of why this blog has been so boring lately. I am trying really hard to handle it all but it's been harder than I thought. My house is a mess, and I am starting to really hate not being here at night. I'm hoping it passes because if not, I'll need to find another job. Blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3980540868093668224?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3980540868093668224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3980540868093668224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3980540868093668224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3980540868093668224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-on-upswing.html' title='Maybe on the upswing?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-2692564398939522272</id><published>2007-02-16T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:40:27.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like a dee dee dee.</title><content type='html'>I'm having my first "I'm an idiot" moment in school. Trying to finish up what I assumed would be a simple assignment. Only to realize, I don't have the slightest clue what I am doing. Ho-lee crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I at least finished my assignment. I was up supah late last night and used all three hours of Little Man's naptime to finish it. Ugh! Tell me again why I signed up for this? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-2692564398939522272?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/2692564398939522272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=2692564398939522272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2692564398939522272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2692564398939522272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-like-dee-dee-dee.html' title='Feeling like a dee dee dee.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8620879307801965157</id><published>2007-02-15T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:26:43.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap, we will be sick forever.</title><content type='html'>How is Little Man still sick? This week has been whiny, crying, coughing and snotting. Nonstop. Sleep is a thing of the past. My poor baby. I feel so bad for him but I am about to go CRAZY. I am so worn out I can barely function! Ugh. He looks so sad with his crusty nose and swollen eyelids. Wah. That's why I haven't really posted this week. We's tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8620879307801965157?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8620879307801965157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8620879307801965157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8620879307801965157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8620879307801965157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-crap-we-will-be-sick-forever.html' title='Holy crap, we will be sick forever.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-4915241923283803159</id><published>2007-02-12T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:13:47.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of sweet people in my life that have made this a nice birthday, despite me being stuck at home with a sicky baby and then having to work tonight. I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-4915241923283803159?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/4915241923283803159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=4915241923283803159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4915241923283803159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4915241923283803159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-5918553100743841432</id><published>2007-02-11T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:19:58.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Early Birthday Ma - here's some snot.</title><content type='html'>Little Man woke up this morning full of green snot and a fever. Poor buddy. He is miserable today, I feel bad for him. Oh well. This weekend has been pretty good otherwise. I got my hair colored for the first time since I had Little Man. Aahh! And she chopped up my hair and gave me bangs. I don't know how to style them yet. My hair looked FANTASTIC yesterday, and today I can't get it to do anything. Blah! One day when I figure it out I'll show you pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-5918553100743841432?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/5918553100743841432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=5918553100743841432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5918553100743841432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5918553100743841432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-ma-heres-some-snot.html' title='Happy Early Birthday Ma - here&apos;s some snot.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3333006456907256209</id><published>2007-02-09T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:12:21.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly but surely...</title><content type='html'>...feeling a little better. It helps that I finished all of my MBA homework last night, so I can actually enjoy the weekend! Yahoo! And my big bday present to myself is getting my hair cut and colored on Saturday. I CANNOT wait! weehee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man's up early, gotta go! Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3333006456907256209?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3333006456907256209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3333006456907256209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3333006456907256209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3333006456907256209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/slowly-but-surely.html' title='Slowly but surely...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-5155624112498252758</id><published>2007-02-08T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:54:40.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is up with me.</title><content type='html'>I just don't know what it is! Do you ever get that feeling that something is "wrong" but you can't really name specifics? I'm just tired and out of it. Weird. I think sleep is in order, so maybe I'll get myself in gear and get caught up on school work so I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to my friend's house, she was making these gorgeous baskets for me that I'm giving some people as gifts. She is soooo talented. Anyway, Little Man got to play with her 4 yo daughter and 20-month old son. They were all cute. Then Little Man and I went to Sam's Club AND walmart. Now that he is napping, I'm trying to go back and forth doing reading for school and napping. Ugh! I have so much other stuff to do but I can't motivate. Heh, just "one of those days" I suppose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-5155624112498252758?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/5155624112498252758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=5155624112498252758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5155624112498252758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5155624112498252758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-is-up-with-me.html' title='Something is up with me.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-2122973952839975926</id><published>2007-02-07T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:54:40.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought I was done with taxes!</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that THE SAME DAY that I e-filed our taxes, we got a random 1099-MISC in the mail. That we weren't expecting. So I had to amend our taxes. That was a HUGE pain in the butt. Luckily it only made us owe about $11 bucks more on our taxes. I probably could have skipped it altogether, but I'd much rather pay $11 extra bucks now than get audited or something and owe lots more. Argh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-2122973952839975926?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/2122973952839975926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=2122973952839975926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2122973952839975926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2122973952839975926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-i-thought-i-was-done-with-taxes.html' title='And I thought I was done with taxes!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1481422476920823756</id><published>2007-02-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:10:41.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>It's actually been fairly nice here this week. Today we even went to the zoo and got to take our coats off! It was wonderful. Little Man just loves watching other kiddos and seeing people. Animals he's still pretty indifferent about. He did great, until I made the mistake of letting him out of his stroller for a bit. He ran around like a crazy person, and when I tried to pick him up he went BALLISTIC. Quite the meltdown for him, and he's not really a 'meltdown' kind of guy. So we didn't last toooo much longer after that. Oh well - note to self, don't let him out until the end!! hee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1481422476920823756?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1481422476920823756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1481422476920823756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1481422476920823756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1481422476920823756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/hooray-for-sunshine.html' title='Hooray for Sunshine!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8837320859902482849</id><published>2007-02-05T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:27:21.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross taxes of the list...</title><content type='html'>I did them this afternoon! I'm a freaking rock star today. Of course by the time I get to work my brain will be useless, but at least I got something done today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it's warm! I can't believe it. I'm praying that by the end of the week we can see the pavement on my street...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8837320859902482849?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8837320859902482849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8837320859902482849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8837320859902482849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8837320859902482849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/cross-taxes-of-list.html' title='Cross taxes of the list...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7370481735612204792</id><published>2007-02-05T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:00:55.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart oil changes...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't really love getting my car's oil changed, but I LOVE the feeling of knowing it's done! I was really worried this time that with all the crazy snowy/icy roads that my car would be quite f'ed up. But alas, they said everything looked great. Filled my tires, my wiper fluid, vacuumed the inside, cleaned my windows. Happy happy me. Ahh, one less thing to worry about for a few days. There was even a cute little boy in the waiting area who entertained Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next task - TAXES! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7370481735612204792?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7370481735612204792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7370481735612204792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7370481735612204792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7370481735612204792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-heart-oil-changes.html' title='I heart oil changes...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-337942238163388365</id><published>2007-02-02T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:41:17.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>70 questions...</title><content type='html'>I got "tagged" to do this by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.paulnlaura.com/mommy/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are your parents married or divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Divorced.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;I heart steak.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you believe in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever come close to dying?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;5. What jewelery do you wear 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;My wedding ring, a bracelet, and a necklace Hubby gave me on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;After Little Man goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you eat the stems of broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I like the fluffy part better. (agreed Laura!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you wear makeup?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Only mascara if I'm not doing much, the whole sha-bang if I have to work or something.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever have plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;I wish!&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Pajama pants &amp; t-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever done anything illegal?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing besides drinking before I was 21.&lt;br /&gt;13. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you tweeze your eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;15. What kind of sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;Rykas right now.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe in abortions?&lt;br /&gt;"believe" in them? That sounds weird. Let's just say, I am pro-choice but not pro-abortion.&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Natural color? Who knows! I'm getting it done next week - we'll see how it ends up.&lt;br /&gt;18. Future child’s name?&lt;br /&gt;To be determined!&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you snore?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;20. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii where we went on our honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;22. If you won the lottery, what would you do first?&lt;br /&gt;Pay off all of our credit cards and bills.&lt;br /&gt;23. Gold or silver?&lt;br /&gt;White gold.&lt;br /&gt;24. Hamburger or hot dog?&lt;br /&gt;Can I have both?&lt;br /&gt;25. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, of course.&lt;br /&gt;26. City, beach or country?&lt;br /&gt;Beach.&lt;br /&gt;27. What was the last thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;Little Man's hair.&lt;br /&gt;28. Where did you eat last?&lt;br /&gt;The dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;29. When’s the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I cry at random times.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you read blogs?&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;? Huh? No?&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever been involved with the police?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;33. What’s your favorite shampoo conditioner and soap?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite is Aveda Shampure. mmmmm. Wish I could afford it!&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;35. Ocean or pool?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;36. So, who has the original missing questions?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;37. Who would you take on a ménage à trois for a dirty weekend?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't take myself.&lt;br /&gt;38. Window seat or aisle?&lt;br /&gt;Aisle&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever met anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer, Guster!&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it's still unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;Cut.&lt;br /&gt;42. Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey?&lt;br /&gt;Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;43. Basketball or Football?&lt;br /&gt;Football.&lt;br /&gt;44. How long do your showers last?&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes - longer if I have time!&lt;br /&gt;45. Automatic or do you drive a stick?&lt;br /&gt;I drive a stick but I'd LOVE to get an automatic.&lt;br /&gt;46. Cake or ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you self-conscious?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever drank so much you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever given money to a beggar?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, am now!&lt;br /&gt;51. Where do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;Asleep in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you wearing socks?&lt;br /&gt;No, I have my slippers on.&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you tango?&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;55. Last gift you received?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby bought me Season 1 of Scrubs a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;56. Last sport you played?&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling with Little Man, I guess! Or Trivial Pursuit!&lt;br /&gt;57. Things you spend a lot of money on?&lt;br /&gt;Anything for Little Man. &lt;br /&gt;58. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;59. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;60. Last wedding attended?&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law's.&lt;br /&gt;61. Spit or swallow?&lt;br /&gt;Dude, my mom reads this.&lt;br /&gt;62. Favorite position?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;63. Most hated food(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Mayonnaise.&lt;br /&gt;65. Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;66. Last person you instant messaged?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't IM'ed in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;67. Last place you went on holiday?&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Orlando for New Year's but didn't b/c of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;68. Favorite regular drink?&lt;br /&gt;Diet Cherry Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;69. Current Song?&lt;br /&gt;I have many many.&lt;br /&gt;70. Tag 3 friends:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have three more friends that post blogs. lol. So I'll just tag &lt;a href="http://deliriouszoo.com/index.php"&gt;Nini&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-337942238163388365?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/337942238163388365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=337942238163388365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/337942238163388365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/337942238163388365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/70-questions.html' title='70 questions...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-6576562156455682731</id><published>2007-02-01T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:20:10.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidenote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RcLJ8L9B3WI/AAAAAAAAACw/9rw2Nmu1358/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RcLJ8L9B3WI/AAAAAAAAACw/9rw2Nmu1358/s320/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026802169936993634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the only picture I could find of us doing karaoke at my dad's birthday party. I'm still trying to get my dad to send me the one of my brother singing by himself. Hilarious! (P.S. Note how serious I am about it! I think we were singing "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-6576562156455682731?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/6576562156455682731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=6576562156455682731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6576562156455682731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6576562156455682731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/sidenote.html' title='Sidenote...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RcLJ8L9B3WI/AAAAAAAAACw/9rw2Nmu1358/s72-c/IMG_1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3269363231183291833</id><published>2007-02-01T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:18:13.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine buzz.</title><content type='html'>I was quite the busy bee today, for once using time wisely. I did a lot of shopping, vacuumed the house, finished my MBA homework, made meatloaf. The best part of all? I went out to coffee with two wonderful ladies. It was snowing (AGAIN, I think I am going crazy!) so luckily I got my friend Laura to drive. Yahoo! Mommies we know do coffee nights now and again, but they are never anywhere near our side of town (the middle of nowhere). So since we all live by each other, we made our own! It was great to get out of the house for a bit and relax. And for once, I had accomplished everything I needed to get done beforehand, so I could enjoy it and not feel guilty about what I was or wasn't doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man and I have also been diligently working on Valentines to send to relatives. By diligently I mean he eats the crayons and rips the valentines in half. A toddler's work is never done! This picture is of him helping color. I'm not incredibly creative with crafts and such, so I thought even this mediocre attempt at "making" something was better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RcLJcL9B3VI/AAAAAAAAACk/lILSsRLnuRs/s1600-h/100_2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RcLJcL9B3VI/AAAAAAAAACk/lILSsRLnuRs/s320/100_2433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026801620181179730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3269363231183291833?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3269363231183291833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3269363231183291833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3269363231183291833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3269363231183291833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/02/caffeine-buzz.html' title='Caffeine buzz.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RcLJcL9B3VI/AAAAAAAAACk/lILSsRLnuRs/s72-c/100_2433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-4744285723382561616</id><published>2007-01-27T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:45:39.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night!</title><content type='html'>I actually got most of my shit done today. Finished my school work, cleaned the bathrooms, even organized the coat closet. Sooo, tonight Hubby and I are watching "Little Miss Sunshine." Gotta keep up with the Oscar noms, you know! Little Man is sound asleep in bed (snoring quite loudly b/c of his cold!)We got popcorn and ice cream and are cuddling up. I can't tell you the last time we did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-4744285723382561616?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/4744285723382561616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=4744285723382561616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4744285723382561616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4744285723382561616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8878012600675693447</id><published>2007-01-27T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:11:01.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have a nap please?</title><content type='html'>For the most of the week I wondered if I would make it. I am so overdramatic. School was a bee-otch this week, Little Man is sick, and I just feel very behind in the upkeep of the house. Now that it's Saturday I'm feeling better, so that's good. On Thursday my buddy Laura came by - and even brought me Starbucks. That SO made my week! I am always too cheap to splurge on Starbucks so when someone brings it for me it's like Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the week was that Hubby let me sleep in this morning - I slept until 9:30! It was fabulous. I miss the days of sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now off to figure out what I should use to organize my makeup drawer in the bathroom. I am convinced that I can use organizers for kitchen utensils but I haven't figured it out quite yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8878012600675693447?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8878012600675693447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8878012600675693447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8878012600675693447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8878012600675693447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/can-i-have-nap-please.html' title='Can I have a nap please?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-9164763684982276408</id><published>2007-01-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:07:16.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprising Papa....</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was my dad's 60th birthday. My brother (who lives in NC) and I flew in to Milwaukee on Friday, rented a car, and surprised him while he was out to dinner with his girlfriend. It was great. Then on Saturday night we threw a surprise party. His girlfriend went to a lot of trouble and did a great job. Hopefully they'll email me pictures so I can post some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was so wasted, the party was over, and while my dad, his girlfriend and I were cleaning up, my brother was in the corner singing Earth, Wind &amp; Fire on the karaoke machine. It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole weekend I was WITHOUT my little man. He stayed home with Daddy for the weekend. I did surprisingly well, I only cried a few times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing on Sunday when I flew back. I wanted to fly standby for an earlier flight, but I didn't because I didn't get to the airport in time. Good thing - &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=555249"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; was the flight I was supposed to be on! Eeeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home, and trying sooo hard to catch up on housework, groceries, school work, work, etc. It ain't easy. So that's why I haven't posted! Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-9164763684982276408?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/9164763684982276408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=9164763684982276408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/9164763684982276408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/9164763684982276408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/surprising-papa.html' title='Surprising Papa....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7362462268007126035</id><published>2007-01-18T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:20:06.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't I sexy!</title><content type='html'>So since Little Man was born I started grinding my teeth at night. I don't know why. But my dentist keeps hounding me, saying if I don't do something about it my teeth will all be ruined. Hello, I can't control what I do when I sleep! She wants me to get a nightguard from the dentist. AFTER insurance, this would run me about three hundred bucks. I of course do not have three hundred bucks. &lt;br /&gt;So, I am trying &lt;a href="http://www.dentalconcepts.com/html/nightguard.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. It's a cheapy version I found at Walmart. I figure if it does what the expensive guard does, and only costs 20 bucks, it's genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore it for the first time last night. Hubby was so "sweet" he waited until I had the guard in my mouth to ask me questions. I was certainly hot with my lisp. I know you are jealous. So ladies, if you want to find a way to be alluring to your husbands, this is for sure it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7362462268007126035?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7362462268007126035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7362462268007126035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7362462268007126035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7362462268007126035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/arent-i-sexy.html' title='Aren&apos;t I sexy!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3428916996461907169</id><published>2007-01-16T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:55:31.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Ma - I'm not procrastinating!</title><content type='html'>I am all about procrastinating. I got through college doing all-nighters to study or write papers. &lt;br /&gt;But alas! So far I have not been procrastinating in my MBA class. Granted, I'm only in Week 2, but hey! Better than nothing! I am already about 80% done with my work for the week, and it's not due until noon Sunday. Which means I can start Week 3 work early. It feels really good. I have to remind myself of how it feels when I want to put it off later in the course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3428916996461907169?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3428916996461907169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3428916996461907169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3428916996461907169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3428916996461907169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-ma-im-not-procrastinating.html' title='Look Ma - I&apos;m not procrastinating!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8622647777228394259</id><published>2007-01-14T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:03:40.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought...</title><content type='html'>When we have male guests stay at our house, they use the towels on the towel bar. Female guests get towels out of the linen closet and leave the towel bar towels as is. Why is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8622647777228394259?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8622647777228394259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8622647777228394259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8622647777228394259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8622647777228394259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thought.html' title='Random thought...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-5830262593424423135</id><published>2007-01-14T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T09:50:10.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaptQzmyOTI/AAAAAAAAACA/G9Hl_hiFe4w/s1600-h/100_2408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaptQzmyOTI/AAAAAAAAACA/G9Hl_hiFe4w/s320/100_2408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019944870156056882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaptRTmyOUI/AAAAAAAAACI/MF-bFvXoIWU/s1600-h/100_2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaptRTmyOUI/AAAAAAAAACI/MF-bFvXoIWU/s320/100_2410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019944878745991490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaptRjmyOVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Oqc9Fp9jLXI/s1600-h/100_2416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaptRjmyOVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Oqc9Fp9jLXI/s320/100_2416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019944883040958802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man got his very first hair cut today. We went to a place called &lt;a href="http://www.lollilocks.com/salon/salo.html"&gt;Lollilocks&lt;/a&gt;, an adorable hair salon that caters to kids. What a brilliant idea! They had different things the kids could sit on when they got their hair cut. Little Man sat in a little car. It was so cute. He did great, he didn't freak out or anything. And he doesn't have a mullet anymore! He has a little boy haircut. Granted, he still has some more hair to grow before he has a "full head," but he's getting there! My boy's growin' up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-5830262593424423135?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/5830262593424423135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=5830262593424423135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5830262593424423135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5830262593424423135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaptQzmyOTI/AAAAAAAAACA/G9Hl_hiFe4w/s72-c/100_2408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8026583295034621261</id><published>2007-01-13T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:42:30.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder no one reads my blog....</title><content type='html'>...I don't even tell you when exciting things happen! lol. Read &lt;a href="http://therandomthoughtskeepflowing.blogspot.com/2007/01/phew-hes-not-dead.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog of my neighbor's. It's from the other day when we convinced ourselves our other neighbor was dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8026583295034621261?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8026583295034621261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8026583295034621261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8026583295034621261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8026583295034621261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-wonder-no-one-reads-my-blog.html' title='No wonder no one reads my blog....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1504173423179295087</id><published>2007-01-11T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T06:38:06.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pics are funny.</title><content type='html'>I am helping plan a surprise party for someone (who may read this, so I can't say much!). In doing so I'm going through old pictures, and some are HILARIOUS! Once the party is over I'll have to post some because they keep making me giggle. Oh, and I ordered a big old sign from &lt;a href="http://www.bannergrams.com/home.html"&gt;BannerGrams&lt;/a&gt;. I will let you know how it turns out. It sure was expensive, but cheaper than the one Kinko's was going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1504173423179295087?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1504173423179295087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1504173423179295087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1504173423179295087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1504173423179295087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/old-pics-are-funny.html' title='Old pics are funny.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-5093011333266988786</id><published>2007-01-10T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:17:30.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I was late to work yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaUfdTmyOSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zBne7JBftLo/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaUfdTmyOSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zBne7JBftLo/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018451948113901858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A UPS truck got stuck in my street, blocking my entire driveway. For over an hour. It was ridiculous. It took 3 of my neighbors to get him out. The worst part? He wasn't even bringing me any packages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-5093011333266988786?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/5093011333266988786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=5093011333266988786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5093011333266988786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5093011333266988786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-i-was-late-to-work-yesterday.html' title='Why I was late to work yesterday...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RaUfdTmyOSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zBne7JBftLo/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8024012486106775440</id><published>2007-01-10T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:15:51.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>You haven't heard from me in a while. But dammit, I've been busy! Let me update you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MIL and BIL's flights were canceled. They both (luckily) got in the next night. Unfortunately, my BIL's luggage was lost and he got in a few days later. (Side note, how does luggage on a DIRECT flight get lost?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hubby and I did not make it to Orlando for New Year's. The weather was too crazy. We were able to cancel our hotel room, and got a credit for our plane tickets, so luckily we didn't lose much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Since MIL was here for New Year's, I got drunk with hubby. We were so cool we played Trivial Pursuit. We were going to go to a party, but were both pretty crabby about the Florida cancellation and just weren't up for it. The worst part of being at home on New Year's - it was a Sunday night, so we couldn't watch Conan do his "Happy New Year Central Time Zone" - we enjoyed that last year when we were home with newborn Little Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On an awesome note, Wisconsin won the Capital One Bowl! Go Badgers! (we could've been there....) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We apparently missed quite the crazy time in Florida. Let's just say it involved trying to pry open a manhole cover with a policeman's nightstick to look for a cell phone at 2 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My SIL showed up on Jan 2nd, and she and MIL were here until last Sunday night. SIL is interviewing for residencies (she's in med school) and had an interview in Denver. I think she liked it, she's got a few more interviews but I'll keep you posted. It would be fun to have more family here! SIL and MIL did a lot of shopping with me - we hit both Castle Rock Outlets and Colorado Mills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I officially got into the MBA program! I started my class on Sunday night. It's kicking my butt and taking all of my time, but it's really interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! Now you're up to date. Now I have to keep up to date! Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8024012486106775440?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8024012486106775440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8024012486106775440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8024012486106775440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8024012486106775440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-5897987194650634678</id><published>2007-01-07T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:56:55.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really am alive...</title><content type='html'>Things have been crazy. My in laws leave tonight and then I'll have time to write all about New Years and the past week. Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-5897987194650634678?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/5897987194650634678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=5897987194650634678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5897987194650634678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/5897987194650634678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-really-am-alive.html' title='I really am alive...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-6305552738570534579</id><published>2006-12-28T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:55:31.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping Hoping Hoping</title><content type='html'>...that my MIL and BIL make it in tomorrow. They both have scheduled flights tomorrow morning/afternoon. Do a plane dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-6305552738570534579?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/6305552738570534579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=6305552738570534579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6305552738570534579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/6305552738570534579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoping-hoping-hoping.html' title='Hoping Hoping Hoping'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-8037045509567977729</id><published>2006-12-28T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:46:21.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomba...</title><content type='html'>Did I mention I got a &lt;a href="http://store.irobot.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2172855&amp;cp=2174940.2501652&amp;parentPage=family"&gt;Roomba&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas? It's being charged right now, I hope it works! Every time I talk about it though, I think of this SNL skit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vxO-FZNG0ao' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vxO-FZNG0ao'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-8037045509567977729?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/8037045509567977729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=8037045509567977729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8037045509567977729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/8037045509567977729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/roomba.html' title='Roomba...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-9015869118482416716</id><published>2006-12-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:38:40.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans?</title><content type='html'>We should be on our way to the airport right now, going to pick up my MIL and BIL. Instead, we're sitting here in the midst of yet ANOTHER snowstorm! I can't believe it. There is supposed to be a "lull" in the storm, and hopefully they can get in tomorrow before it picks up again. It looks like our trip to Florida is a wash. On a positive note, we hadn't bought football game tickets yet, and if we cancel our hotel room by tomorrow at 2 pm, we won't be charged. And we can get a refund for our plane tickets. So at least we won't be out any money! I'm disappointed, but am enjoying time at home with the family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-9015869118482416716?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/9015869118482416716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=9015869118482416716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/9015869118482416716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/9015869118482416716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-2320067777037156294</id><published>2006-12-26T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:34:12.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIFv0FB4hI/AAAAAAAAABE/uASFN7_PgyU/s1600-h/100_2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIFv0FB4hI/AAAAAAAAABE/uASFN7_PgyU/s320/100_2356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013075654208512530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIFwUFB4iI/AAAAAAAAABM/dKbbkp09E2Q/s1600-h/100_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIFwUFB4iI/AAAAAAAAABM/dKbbkp09E2Q/s320/100_2367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013075662798447138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIFwkFB4jI/AAAAAAAAABU/nBAHJONvSRI/s1600-h/100_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIFwkFB4jI/AAAAAAAAABU/nBAHJONvSRI/s320/100_2376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013075667093414450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by my previous post, we had a white Christmas. It was wonderful. Little Man was a bit too young to totally get it, but he still enjoyed ripping through packages and playing with toys. My mom and brother came over and we had lots of yummy food, including a Honeybaked Ham! Hooray! It was just a wonderful, relaxing day with family and I feel so lucky! I got a lot of fun toys including: Roomba, a set of pots and pans, an under-cabinet cd player for the kitchen, a tasty blue puffy vest, and some new boots. Yahoo! Little Man got a wagon, and lots of clothes and toys. Hubby got a new phone, a video Ipod, and lots of work clothes. We are spoiled. And blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-2320067777037156294?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/2320067777037156294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=2320067777037156294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2320067777037156294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2320067777037156294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-christmas.html' title='Wonderful Christmas!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIFv0FB4hI/AAAAAAAAABE/uASFN7_PgyU/s72-c/100_2356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-7758095223453889780</id><published>2006-12-26T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:35:33.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIGHkFB4kI/AAAAAAAAABo/j0QB-awumzU/s1600-h/100_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIGHkFB4kI/AAAAAAAAABo/j0QB-awumzU/s320/100_2337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013076062230405698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been insane. The snow started falling Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and kept snowing until Thursday night. We had at least two feet at our house. It was so windy that we had drifts of almost six feet! We weren't able to leave the house until Friday night, when we had to pick up my brother at the airport. The airport was closed for 2 days so he was real lucky to arrive with no problems. The REAL savior for us has been hubby's brother's car. Hubby's bro flew to Milwaukee for Christmas, and left his four wheel drive at our house. We luckily haven't had to go too many places, but that car was the only thing that has gotten us out of the neighborhood! Tonight they FINALLY started plowing around our area (you read correctly - today is TUESDAY and they are just plowing), but who knows if they'll actually hit our street. We are still awaiting UPS and FedEx packages we were supposed to get for Christmas. The worst part - it's supposed to snow again Thursday! My MIL is supposed to fly in Thursday, so hubby and I can spend New Year's in Florida and she will stay with Little Man. So do a "no snow" dance!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-7758095223453889780?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/7758095223453889780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=7758095223453889780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7758095223453889780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/7758095223453889780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed in!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RZIGHkFB4kI/AAAAAAAAABo/j0QB-awumzU/s72-c/100_2337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3786391115011722853</id><published>2006-12-20T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:20:26.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially domesticated.</title><content type='html'>For Christmas, my in laws got me a set of Emeril pots and pans. And I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I must be old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3786391115011722853?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3786391115011722853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3786391115011722853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3786391115011722853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3786391115011722853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-officially-domesticated.html' title='I&apos;m officially domesticated.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-920698637415268748</id><published>2006-12-20T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:19:33.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Sun to Snow!</title><content type='html'>So last weekend we flew down to the Florida panhandle to have an early Christmas with hubby's dad's family. It was a lot of fun. They have a beautiful house and the weather was warm. It was also really neat to see Little Man interacting with his cousin who is 2 1/2. Little Man got SO jealous when Daddy played with Sara Beth. It was hilarious. He would either jump in Daddy's lap, or just start crying. I've never seen him react like that before. He was a trooper on all 4 of the plane rides, of course. He's such a sweet boy. &lt;br /&gt;The weather there was crazy, it was upper 70's. So of course we fly home to temps in the teens. And then today - A BLIZZARD! It's been crazy. We've gotten probably 18 inches of snow, with blowing wind. Hubby stayed home from work, thank goodness. And I don't have to work tonight either which is good. I hope it slows down by Friday, my brother is flying in for Christmas that night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-920698637415268748?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/920698637415268748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=920698637415268748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/920698637415268748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/920698637415268748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-sun-to-snow.html' title='From Sun to Snow!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3569283333640960671</id><published>2006-12-13T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:28:17.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, we're off to Florida! Every year, the weekend before Xmas we go down to FIL's house for Christmas with his side of the family. This year is no different. So we're flying tomorrow, have a layover in Memphis (mmmm - barbecue at Memphis airport ROCKS!). Should be fun. Little Man will get to party with aunts and uncles, cousins, grandpa, stepgrandma, and great grandma. Should be a good time! I'll update when we get back (late Monday night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3569283333640960671?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3569283333640960671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3569283333640960671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3569283333640960671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3569283333640960671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-919112805891566318</id><published>2006-12-11T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:23:40.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men will always be boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RX2SmwIijkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G3DJZhEyQCw/s1600-h/100_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RX2SmwIijkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G3DJZhEyQCw/s320/100_2329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007319555159264834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? If hubby found me playing with my Barbies, he'd probably try to get me professional help. But a buddy of his was here this weekend, and they played video games. A lot. It was funny. In this picture Little Man is trying to play too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun weekend with our friend, but now it's Monday and this week is supah busy. I have to work tonight, Tuesday night, and Wednesday night. And then we leave on Thursday for Destin. We are having an early Christmas with hubby's dad's side of the family. We do it once a year the weekend before Christmas and it's always a great time! I did get my Christmas cards done yesterday, so that's good. My friend is an AMAZING photographer and helped me get pics of Little Man for the card, he doesn't keep still so my camera is useless in those situations! Check out her work &lt;a href="http://www.thelambphoto.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-919112805891566318?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/919112805891566318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=919112805891566318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/919112805891566318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/919112805891566318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/men-will-always-be-boys.html' title='Men will always be boys.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RX2SmwIijkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G3DJZhEyQCw/s72-c/100_2329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-144010093693305178</id><published>2006-12-09T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:04:03.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life happens...</title><content type='html'>...while you're waiting for the pizza to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to this tree lighting ceremony our neighborhood is having. But it ends in 30 minutes and I'm sitting here, waiting for the pizza we ordered FOREVER ago to get here. I'd go w/o eating but I'm STARVING. Bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Got the pizza. Ice cold. Luckily, ice cold pizza is still good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-144010093693305178?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/144010093693305178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=144010093693305178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/144010093693305178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/144010093693305178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-happens.html' title='Life happens...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1698955254471260078</id><published>2006-12-08T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:58:28.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, it's Friday. I survived this crazy week. Little Man's steri strips are all off of his head wound, and now it's just a scab. It doesn't look good, but not NEARLY as bad as I thought it would be, so I'm thanking my lucky stars. I have everything in for my MBA school application, after a bunch of phone calls and frantic emails to my alma mater trying to get a transcript. I finished Christmas shopping, cleaned the house, had our friend arrive from out of town, got Little Man's pics taken for Xmas cards, worked, and here I am. Ready to collapse. I am so thankful I don't have any plans this weekend. Well, we have our friend in town, but he usually hangs more with hubby than myself, and he's not someone I feel I have to be Miss Hostess for. Thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man's in bed, so it's time to grab a beer! Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1698955254471260078?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1698955254471260078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1698955254471260078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1698955254471260078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1698955254471260078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/tgif.html' title='TGIF.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-2367209084481484323</id><published>2006-12-07T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:33:39.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost to Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXhPOQIijiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pNvnf2jXbn0/s1600-h/100_2296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXhPOQIijiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pNvnf2jXbn0/s320/100_2296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005838092089855522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXhPOgIijjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CDjKcjmUfQE/s1600-h/100_2299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXhPOgIijjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CDjKcjmUfQE/s320/100_2299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005838096384822834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is still flying by. Tuesday night we went and saw Santa. Little Man was not a fan. So he was rewarded with his very first Happy Meal! He cared more about the toy than the food, he must not be my son! hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're on clean-up alert. Our friend and Hubby's best man is coming to visit for the weekend, he'll be here tomorrow morning. I just need to clean up this house!! And I am ALMOST done with Christmas shopping. I need to buy 2 books at a bookstore, and a gift card to Best Buy and then I am DONE! Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-2367209084481484323?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/2367209084481484323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=2367209084481484323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2367209084481484323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/2367209084481484323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost-to-friday.html' title='Almost to Friday!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXhPOQIijiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pNvnf2jXbn0/s72-c/100_2296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-3692686053540222684</id><published>2006-12-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:01:38.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've made it this far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXWx8QBpvZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/El-lI2sRGfI/s1600-h/100_2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXWx8QBpvZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/El-lI2sRGfI/s320/100_2222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005102209544338834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in the week and I'm not dead yet! That's a good thing. Boy am I pooped. This picture is Little Man on Sunday morning. Isn't he cute with his stitches? Unfortunately, they didn't stay in. When he got in his crib to take a nap, he had all stitches and a band-aid. When he woke up, only one stitch was left! I couldn't believe it. So back to Urgent Care we went. They kept saying over and over that they'd never seen a kid so young get his stitches out. And how did it not hurt when they came out? Anyhow, since it had been over 24 hours since the cut happened, they couldn't really do much for Little Man. They took out the 1 remaining stitch (it wasn't really holding anything), and put some steri strips on the cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna have a bigger scar than he would with stitches, but I'll do my best to take care of the wound to minimize the scarring. Wahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Monday. We got some things done around the house, then I worked in the evening. When I got home I got to start getting together my application for business school. I had to write 2 essays and update my resume. I finally finished and went to bed around 1:30! Needless to say, I am TIRED! But Little Man and I dropped my application off at FedEx Kinko's, to be overnighted. Finally out of my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're going to see Santa and do some Christmas shopping. The rest of the week is cleaning up the house - hubby's Best Man is coming to visit for the weekend. Hopefully I'll fit a nap in there somewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-3692686053540222684?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/3692686053540222684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=3692686053540222684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3692686053540222684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/3692686053540222684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-made-it-this-far.html' title='I&apos;ve made it this far...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g0xDBt3651Y/RXWx8QBpvZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/El-lI2sRGfI/s72-c/100_2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-4406579913913812058</id><published>2006-12-02T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:14:14.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busting right open!</title><content type='html'>Little Man's head, that is. He cracked his head on the coffee table today. It was awful. Blood was everywhere. He had to get 5 stitches on his forehead. Poor Buddy!!! He was so cute running around the urgent care, happy as can be, like he didn't have a huge gash on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came to actually get the stitches, I was a wuss and had to wait outside of the room. I was just so upset I thought it would make it worse having him see Mommy upset. Anyhow, they put him in a little purple hospital gown with little animals on it. They even put Thomas the Tank Engine on the tv to try to distract him. Then they wrapped him up in this papoose-like thing, that made him unable to move his arms (to mess with the doc). Then they put in the stitches. That was the part I stepped out for, but I did hear my baby screaming bloody murder. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he got home, had some food, and got to play, he was happy as can be. He is such a trooper. Mommy, not so much. It was horrible and I never want to go through that again. I have to clean the sutures twice a day until Thursday, when they'll be taken out. I am really fearful that he'll have a big scar or something. Poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics tomorrow once I take the band-aid off. Wahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the coffee table, we are getting rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I hope will happen to that wretched thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EoNLSwOcQxs' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EoNLSwOcQxs'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-4406579913913812058?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/4406579913913812058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=4406579913913812058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4406579913913812058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4406579913913812058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-fave-scene-in-office-space.html' title='Busting right open!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-4466262973403183672</id><published>2006-12-01T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:07:00.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me I'm not crazy!</title><content type='html'>I am applying to grad school. Finally getting off my tush. Applying to get my MBA in Accounting/Finance. Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are lots of moms who juggle kids, working, AND going to school. I have to keep reminding myself of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-4466262973403183672?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/4466262973403183672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=4466262973403183672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4466262973403183672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4466262973403183672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/12/tell-me-im-not-crazy.html' title='Tell me I&apos;m not crazy!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-1341685966981829549</id><published>2006-11-28T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:17:06.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Friends &amp; More Friends</title><content type='html'>Little Man has been overloaded with kids the last two days. Well, at least for him. As an only child, he doesn't get to hang out with other kiddos all that much. Anyways, yesterday one of my fantastic mommy friends stopped by with one of her kiddos. Little Man had SO MUCH fun chasing the 3-year-old girl around, trying to be a big kid. It was cute. That afternoon, he went to his best neighbor buddy's house to play when mommy went to work. He was so happy to be there, he wouldn't even kiss me good bye. I tried to pick him up, and he screamed thinking HE was leaving too.&lt;br /&gt;Today his little girlfriend came over for a few hours, while her mommy went to work. He loved it, but I think she was a little overwhelmed! hee hee. He is now passed out in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching him with other kids, and I wonder what kind of little person he will become. He is so happy, and outgoing, and friendly. Right now it's to the point that he is obnoxious to other kiddos, kind of getting in their face, etc. I am hoping that part is just his age, and will grow out of the toy-taking stuff. Fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-1341685966981829549?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/1341685966981829549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=1341685966981829549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1341685966981829549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/1341685966981829549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/11/friends-friends-more-friends.html' title='Friends Friends &amp; More Friends'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-4250662929445282416</id><published>2006-11-25T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:47:17.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishing things is good.</title><content type='html'>We put up the Christmas tree today! I also got more Christmas shopping done. I love putting the Xmas stuff up, it always makes the house seem so warm and fuzzy. Yahoo for the holidays. I don't usually do it this early, but we'll be so busy in the next month I wanted it out of the way! Just last year we were buying all the xmas stuff (tree, etc) since it was our first Christmas in the house. We never did much decorating in our apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's still tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-4250662929445282416?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/4250662929445282416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=4250662929445282416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4250662929445282416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/4250662929445282416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/11/accomplishing-things-is-good.html' title='Accomplishing things is good.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116440463351685008</id><published>2006-11-24T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:43:53.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lazy Friday!</title><content type='html'>I was going to have to work today, but all of my students wanted today off - fine by me! We've had a nice, relaxing day so far. Got out the Christmas stuff, will slooooowly start putting it up. I love days where we can all sit at home and hang out together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we have pounds of leftovers, I am craving Chipotle. I have a coupon, so maybe we'll have it for dinner anyway. Leftovers can wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great  Turkey Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116440463351685008?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116440463351685008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116440463351685008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116440463351685008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116440463351685008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-lazy-friday.html' title='Happy Lazy Friday!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116434296995805026</id><published>2006-11-23T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:36:09.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Turkey Day Advertising.</title><content type='html'>Ok, when you tell me that you will prepare me a turkey with all the fixin's, so that I shell out money to you, it should be PREPARED. I was so annoyed when I went to King Soopers today to pick up our "prepared meal," and none of it was prepared. I had to cook the turkey for 3 hours, as well as cook everything else. The "meal" was a box of things I could have purchased at the store myself for half the price. If I'd have known, I'd have done that! Damn! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that PITA, Thanksgiving has been great. Little Man LOVED watching the parade while Grandma and I made rice krispy treats. Hubby and his brother happily watched football all day. We did a lot of relaxing, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am debating whether or not to venture out to Black Friday. Hmmm. I want to go to Kohl's, so I'm going to try their online sale when it starts at 1 am EST (11 here). If I can't get what I want, I'll head out at 5 am. I need a deal damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Turkey Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116434296995805026?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116434296995805026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116434296995805026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116434296995805026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116434296995805026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/11/false-turkey-day-advertising.html' title='False Turkey Day Advertising.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116399550845575516</id><published>2006-11-19T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:05:08.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been MIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  just been super busy. Let's see if I can catch up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The kitchen. MIL is here and has helped me really spruce it up. We painted, hung curtains and got a new chandelier. It is a completely different room and looks great! Now I have the bug and want to paint everywhere. Next project, hopefully my bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;-Little Man was baptized today! Finally. His uncle was his godfather. I was so proud of him, he did great. He let me hold him and didn't cry during any of it - not even getting water poured on his little head. He was a rock star!&lt;br /&gt;-Work is going great, but taking up a lot of time. I have 3 students now so I'm working about 10 hours a week. Plus the travel time. I am enjoying it though, it feels good to be impacting lives!&lt;br /&gt;-I am thinking about going back to school. I'd like to do accounting. I have to figure out if we can afford it and if I have the time and energy to put into it, but that's my current, uh, "interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! We've had lots of visitors these past few weeks too, so I am EXHAUSTED. This week is playing catch-up with housecleaning and all that jazz. For Turkey Day, my mom and Hubby's brother are coming over for a nice casual parade and football-filled day. And of course rice krispy treats! Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116399550845575516?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116399550845575516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116399550845575516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116399550845575516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116399550845575516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/11/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch up time!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116257880253790110</id><published>2006-11-03T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:34:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying with Papa Jim!</title><content type='html'>Little Man's grandpa, my dad, is coming to visit this weekend. The house is nice and clean for once. Little Man is all ready to show off some of his new skills since last time we saw PPJ. Should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have SO MUCH candy left over from Halloween. It's sick. I'm resorting to meals made entirely of Milky Way and Snickers. I would be happy to not see chocolate for a while. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh check out &lt;a href="http://www.wrap-r-ator.com/wrap_store.asp#IMAGE"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;  - it's tops on hubby's Christmas list. (he wants the kegorator version)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116257880253790110?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116257880253790110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116257880253790110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116257880253790110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116257880253790110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/11/partying-with-papa-jim.html' title='Partying with Papa Jim!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116218508701915726</id><published>2006-10-29T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:11:27.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo at the zoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/3926/1600/100_2094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/3926/320/100_2094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/3926/1600/100_2090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/3926/320/100_2090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took Little Man to Boo at the Zoo. He only lasted an hour. It was a lot of fun to see him in his costume though. Isn't he adorable? I love that kid. Anyhow, we braved the crowds and went to the zoo. It was neat seeing all the little ones in costume. He didn't care about the lines for candy, so we did fun stuff like the carousel. Then we came home and crashed, watched some football, and grilled out. Not a bad day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116218508701915726?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116218508701915726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116218508701915726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116218508701915726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116218508701915726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/boo-at-zoo.html' title='Boo at the zoo.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116192129527712060</id><published>2006-10-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:56:04.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween candy REALLY is evil.</title><content type='html'>I bought some early so I wouldn't forget. Hubby opened one of the packages. I have eaten like half of it. So much for my diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There better not be any leftover candy on Tuesday night, or I'll be in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Buy me &lt;a href="http://www.onetouchcanopener.com/?cid=190361"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116192129527712060?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116192129527712060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116192129527712060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116192129527712060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116192129527712060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-candy-really-is-evil.html' title='Halloween candy REALLY is evil.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116190533971523000</id><published>2006-10-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:28:59.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on snow.</title><content type='html'>So it didn't snow until I was home, thank goodness! But it was insane today, hubby didn't even go in to work.&lt;br /&gt;AND, the garbage truck slid into our front yard! I took video of it in case we find that they screwed up our lawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116190533971523000?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116190533971523000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116190533971523000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116190533971523000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116190533971523000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-on-snow.html' title='Update on snow.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116179923672076629</id><published>2006-10-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:00:36.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Blizzard,</title><content type='html'>Mike Nelson and the Channel 7 Weather Team inform me that you may be coming tonight. Do me a favor, wait until I get home from work. I'll have Little Man with me and neither of us feel like dealing with the highway during a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're home, snow away! We won't have to leave the house again until Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116179923672076629?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116179923672076629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116179923672076629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116179923672076629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116179923672076629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-mr-blizzard.html' title='Dear Mr. Blizzard,'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116170378862946462</id><published>2006-10-24T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:29:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>We are considering driving to WI for Thanksgiving. I don't really want to. With our luck it would be a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to add a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans  to my jean rotation. Yahoo! It's wierd, I'm only like 6 pounds away from the weight I was when I got married, but my mommy belly won't let me get anywhere near the clothes I would wear. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fat cat keeps eating my husband's shoelaces, then throwing them up on the bathroom floor. I think he's  passive aggressive or something. I don't know what he's mad about though, he's a freaking CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is FINALLY over being sick. And he gave my husband total attitude last night at dinner and wouldn't eat anything. My husband didn't know what to do b/c Little Man is usually such an angel for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116170378862946462?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116170378862946462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116170378862946462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116170378862946462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116170378862946462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116127189150907257</id><published>2006-10-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:31:31.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how a sick kid will totally change your plans? Anyway, Little Man is sick today. Rosy cheeks, runny nose - even a bloody nose this morning. At least no fever. One of his little friends he played w/ last week has croup! EEEEEEK! Hopefully he doesn't get that. Anyway, we're just gonna hang out at home today since he's feeling icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that snow I talked about earlier? It's already melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116127189150907257?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116127189150907257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116127189150907257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116127189150907257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116127189150907257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/sicky.html' title='Sicky.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116117864097644578</id><published>2006-10-18T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:37:20.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needle time!</title><content type='html'>I have to get a cavity filled this morning. I am not looking forward to it. I never got cavities when I was little, I've had 2 cavities - EVER. So imagine my surprise when I went to the dentist a few weeks ago and she said I had THREE. Ugh. That's what I get for not going to the dentist for two years. Oh well, at least now I have dental insurance.&lt;br /&gt;And luckily Logan has an uncle that wants to come hang out with him for an hour! That is just so nice. They just seem to adore each other too, which is a bonus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116117864097644578?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116117864097644578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116117864097644578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116117864097644578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116117864097644578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/needle-time.html' title='Needle time!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116111882628127054</id><published>2006-10-17T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:00:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First snowfall!</title><content type='html'>Ahh, it's a nice cozy day today. It's snowing outside! So Little Man and I are huddled indoors for the day (I don't have to work, yahoo!) It's always so nice to have time to just relax in the house. I even made bread! And I'm making a real dinner, which is rare for me. I'm little Miss Homemaker today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116111882628127054?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116111882628127054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116111882628127054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116111882628127054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116111882628127054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-snowfall.html' title='First snowfall!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116100749618449487</id><published>2006-10-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T07:04:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That fall off of the wagon hurt my butt.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I didn't really fall of the wagon, but I didn't lose weight this week. Maybe it's because I had pizza for at LEAST 4 meals this week, ate lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings, and even had ice cream a bunch of times. Dummy. Oh well, I didn't gain any either. Here's to a new start this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116100749618449487?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116100749618449487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116100749618449487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116100749618449487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116100749618449487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-fall-off-of-wagon-hurt-my-butt.html' title='That fall off of the wagon hurt my butt.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116094530411399231</id><published>2006-10-15T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:48:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More destination weddings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/3926/1600/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/3926/320/DSC00108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Melissa, another college roomie of mine, is ALSO getting married somewhere sunny. In Naples. Oy. It would be so awesome to go, but I am already having trouble finding the cash to fund me going to Mexico for Katie's wedding, I don't know if I can swing it! Wouldn't it be neat though? Apparently my friends are all fancy and are going all out for their weddings. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting married &lt;a href="http://www.mediterranaples.com/page.cfm?sitename=Mediterra&amp;contentID=Beach&amp;amp;shownav=3"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee whiz! P-I-M-P fo sho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, most of my pictures from college are not on the computer, but above is a picture that has some of the girls (there were 7 of us). The one on the right is Katie who's getting married in Mexico, I'm second from right, to the left of me is Mel who's getting married in Naples, and on the left is Heather. She's my cute reporter buddy. I'm so proud of her!!! Read her bio &lt;a href="http://www.todaystmj4.com/_content/tmj4/shannon.asp"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116094530411399231?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116094530411399231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116094530411399231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116094530411399231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116094530411399231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-destination-weddings.html' title='More destination weddings.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116094470957737809</id><published>2006-10-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:38:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I burn easily.</title><content type='html'>In exactly one year I will be in the beautiful, sunny Mexican Riviera. Why you ask? Well, my cute friend Katie is getting married there, and I am the matron of honor! Woohoo! She lives in Milwaukee and I live in CO, which makes it hard to be a good and help fun MOH but I will do my best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this awesome resort where she is getting married:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palaceresorts.com/Resorts/AventuraSpaPalace/Index.asp"&gt;FANCYRESORT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. She has the cutest hubby-to-be too. It is always so neat to see someone truly happy and with someone that treats them well!! He rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, I have one year to get skinny and tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116094470957737809?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116094470957737809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116094470957737809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116094470957737809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116094470957737809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-burn-easily.html' title='I burn easily.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116084687535644860</id><published>2006-10-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:27:55.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness = Sickness</title><content type='html'>Is laziness a disease? Seriously. If it is, I am really sick. It is sooo hard for me to accomplish anything - cleaning, organizing, whateva. It just builds up and stares me in the face reminding me that I'm lazy. I mean, I have lived in my house over a year and it really isn't decorated yet. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna ask this before, but I was too lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116084687535644860?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116084687535644860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116084687535644860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116084687535644860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116084687535644860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/laziness-sickness.html' title='Laziness = Sickness'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116058338349295183</id><published>2006-10-11T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:16:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate special reports.</title><content type='html'>All I want to do is watch The Price is Right while I clean the bathroom. Instead, it's the President blabbering on for an hour. Helloooo, can't you interrupt a less important show?? (wow, I need to get a life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.priceisrightinfo.com/PriceIsRightLinks.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116058338349295183?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116058338349295183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116058338349295183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116058338349295183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116058338349295183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-special-reports.html' title='I hate special reports.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116052282929245982</id><published>2006-10-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:27:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake cakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:SMSma1VDjT410M:http://www.oneintheovencakes.com/cupcake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:SMSma1VDjT410M:http://www.oneintheovencakes.com/cupcake2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of these? I think we're gonna get one for our mini party on Friday. They take cupcakes and make them look like a cake. It's so neat! And you can just seperate the cupcakes instead of fooling with knives and all that. Brilliant! Why didn't I think of this? I'd be a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, this is actually a bunch of cupcakes! Now I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116052282929245982?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116052282929245982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116052282929245982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116052282929245982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116052282929245982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/cupcake-cakes.html' title='Cupcake cakes.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116052238511642965</id><published>2006-10-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:19:45.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boy.</title><content type='html'>So my boy turned 1 on Sunday. He had a party, opened a bunch of presents, had enough cake to send him into a sugar coma. It was cute. I can't believe how fast he's grown. He's his own little person now, complete with a little mini attitude. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116052238511642965?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116052238511642965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116052238511642965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116052238511642965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116052238511642965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-boy.html' title='Big boy.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116031935101571811</id><published>2006-10-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:55:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.</title><content type='html'>My baby boy is ONE today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116031935101571811?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116031935101571811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116031935101571811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116031935101571811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116031935101571811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-116001502432234005</id><published>2006-10-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:23:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny soon?</title><content type='html'>Today for work I wore clothes I hadn't worn since before I was pregnant. I did a happy dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-116001502432234005?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/116001502432234005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=116001502432234005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116001502432234005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/116001502432234005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/skinny-soon.html' title='Skinny soon?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-115998363126360272</id><published>2006-10-04T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:40:31.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacreligious shirt of the day.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if this offends you! I love God, but I also have a sense of humor, and this made me giggle. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://noisebot.com/images/jesus-red.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 344px;" src="http://noisebot.com/images/jesus-red.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35317878-115998363126360272?l=cmarievice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/feeds/115998363126360272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35317878&amp;postID=115998363126360272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/115998363126360272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35317878/posts/default/115998363126360272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cmarievice.blogspot.com/2006/10/sacreligious-shirt-of-day.html' title='Sacreligious shirt of the day.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02371521117551534431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f139/cmarievice/35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35317878.post-115997872792826591</id><published>2006-10-04T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:21:05.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kraft magazine.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/FoodandFamily/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; magazine?? If not, get it! It's free, and has some yummy EASY recipes to make it look like you can cook!  So far we've had the fuss free Ravioli, and the one-pan chicken &amp;amp; potato bake. 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