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Durrow'/><category term='Fire truck; What Good Are the Words'/><category term='New Year; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><category term='Montana; LOVE'/><category term='Miscarriage; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><category term='family tragedy'/><title type='text'>What Good Are The Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>648</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7121201181574676208</id><published>2012-02-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T08:55:36.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>22 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xDV6YpssGU/Tz0vPwpUobI/AAAAAAAACUM/c5mIA2Cpw-s/s1600/22+dress.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xDV6YpssGU/Tz0vPwpUobI/AAAAAAAACUM/c5mIA2Cpw-s/s400/22+dress.JPG" width="298" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YF-Kds84HuA/Tz0vRIsFM7I/AAAAAAAACUU/uze3p1VEitQ/s1600/22+stripes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YF-Kds84HuA/Tz0vRIsFM7I/AAAAAAAACUU/uze3p1VEitQ/s320/22+stripes.JPG" width="239" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpsalcvg-KE/Tz0vR85cqoI/AAAAAAAACUc/scKqcQqXc8s/s1600/22+weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpsalcvg-KE/Tz0vR85cqoI/AAAAAAAACUc/scKqcQqXc8s/s400/22+weeks.JPG" width="298" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For Valentine's Day this year, I managed to contract the pink of the eye aka pink eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So that's why you all get the special treat of seeing me in my glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The last picture above was taken today, and, as you can see, I am pink eye free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How far along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 22 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Weight gain/loss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; None of your business. I'm seeing a difference in my arms this week. I'm kind of bummed because I've been trying to work my guns out&amp;nbsp;a lot. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maternity clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes. Pretty much everything in my closet is maternity with the exception of a few things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stretch marks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Probably until the day I die. My fair skinned curse. Lathering on the lotion to not get any new ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Last night wasn't great. It's kind of hit or miss. I usually wake up around 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. to pee. Baby G&amp;nbsp;was kicking me around 3:00 a.m. last night so I couldn't fall back to sleep very quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Best moment this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pink eye (insert sarcasm). Valentine's Day was really nice with Caderyn. I made him a yummy breakfast and he got some special treats and then he told me I was his "special girl." This made me smile. Also, I'm noticing baby really likes certain foods, like cereal and pizza. I get big thumps if I'm eating one of these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Food cravings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Right now...I could really eat like a huge plate of Thai food with noodles and rice all mixed in and a really spicy curry sauce. Lord, that sound so amazingly good right now. I've also been craving Fruit Loops. I can tell I want them because I can smell them even when they aren't around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gender:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A busy little boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Belly button in or out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In. Never has gone out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Movement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not as much as last week, but definitely lots of movement. As I type this, he is fluttering under my right side ribs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty much the same as last week: sleeping on my stomach, a good beer or glass of wine on a Friday. Feeling in shape. Oh, and being able to take an Aleve when I have a headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I'm looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seeing Baby G's face. Having Jeff home from school and my parents here for the birth and entire summer! Seeing how quickly I can focus on losing the weight. Having my two boys together and bonding. I'm actually not all that worried about Caderyn, I'm worried about me sharing my focus between two boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Weekly wisdom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is hard but it is worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Milestones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jeff got to feel Baby G kicking. He kept his hand there and just smiled for most of the night. This week Baby G is around 8 inches long and just over a pound of cute little baby fat. Caderyn was a long baby and I think his brother will be long as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7121201181574676208?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7121201181574676208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7121201181574676208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7121201181574676208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7121201181574676208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/22-weeks.html' title='22 WEEKS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xDV6YpssGU/Tz0vPwpUobI/AAAAAAAACUM/c5mIA2Cpw-s/s72-c/22+dress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-6599940396220168363</id><published>2012-02-15T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:01:59.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing to see here; Montana; Welsh Corgi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>WHO'S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvN462R35rg/TzWu4gyAYXI/AAAAAAAACSo/z4zujhcwwT0/s1600/DSC00071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvN462R35rg/TzWu4gyAYXI/AAAAAAAACSo/z4zujhcwwT0/s400/DSC00071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hide ya kids! Hide ya wives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6599940396220168363?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6599940396220168363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6599940396220168363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6599940396220168363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6599940396220168363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/whos-afraid-of-big-bad-wolf.html' title='WHO&apos;S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvN462R35rg/TzWu4gyAYXI/AAAAAAAACSo/z4zujhcwwT0/s72-c/DSC00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7964437068514346373</id><published>2012-02-14T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:36:05.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>HAPPY OVERRATED DAY OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH5mulcq1v0/TzqMkIsG6HI/AAAAAAAACT4/Dw3-JTiFAoM/s1600/jeffsarahandc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH5mulcq1v0/TzqMkIsG6HI/AAAAAAAACT4/Dw3-JTiFAoM/s400/jeffsarahandc.jpg" width="400" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Because that's what it is, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Why do we need just one day to celebrate the love in our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In honor of this silly holiday, though, I did get Caderyn some treats and make him a tasty breakfast that we shared. He wasn't all that interested in it&amp;nbsp;and I had to feed him most of it...that was romantic too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last year for Valentine's Day, Jeff was thousands of miles away at basic training and we weren't able to talk. I don't really remember what I did. I think Caderyn and I ate cupcakes and I might have drank some wine or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This year...I am without my love again. He is only 114 miles away in Missoula, though,&amp;nbsp;and we are able to talk. So I guess it's a little better. He did send me a romantic text message telling me he loved me...and then he followed that with another one saying he wouldn't really be able to talk today because he was super busy with ROTC and school. Pshaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But that's okay. I don't need him to call me, gushing to me of his eternal love. About how he would give me the moon if he could and fight of a thousand dragons just to prove his commitment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He showed his love for me by marrying me and joining life with me. By giving me children and loving them. He shows his love by working hard, harder than anyone I know&amp;nbsp;and then making scary, but confident life changes like joining the military and going back to school for a Master's Degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeff's love is in his desire for improvement and to better himself, challenge himself, and to care for his family and want the best for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0N_ef8GF0DA/TzqLBYov4aI/AAAAAAAACTg/DTLXiX2z8eA/s1600/jeffandsarah1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0N_ef8GF0DA/TzqLBYov4aI/AAAAAAAACTg/DTLXiX2z8eA/s400/jeffandsarah1.jpg" width="265" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0ono0B-dxI/TzqMvynUD1I/AAAAAAAACUA/xh-HcPPAI2w/s1600/familypic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0ono0B-dxI/TzqMvynUD1I/AAAAAAAACUA/xh-HcPPAI2w/s400/familypic.jpg" width="400" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I show my love by being patient with him...oh so very patient. Did I mention patience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;All photos were taken by my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisakunkel.zenfolio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; If you like what you see click on her name, I've linked you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7964437068514346373?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7964437068514346373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7964437068514346373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7964437068514346373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7964437068514346373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-overrated-day-of-love.html' title='HAPPY OVERRATED DAY OF LOVE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH5mulcq1v0/TzqMkIsG6HI/AAAAAAAACT4/Dw3-JTiFAoM/s72-c/jeffsarahandc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1086444244910648348</id><published>2012-02-13T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:23:52.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8_EmEoloRM/TzlBpsgYm0I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0QDO04oqEpQ/s1600/tuscan-pasta-sl-1646355-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8_EmEoloRM/TzlBpsgYm0I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0QDO04oqEpQ/s1600/tuscan-pasta-sl-1646355-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKy39Xgf45g/TzlBqwvWELI/AAAAAAAACTY/T1h92hCoTuE/s1600/bundt+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKy39Xgf45g/TzlBqwvWELI/AAAAAAAACTY/T1h92hCoTuE/s320/bundt+cake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last night, I wanted to give my family a delicious dinner in honor of Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/tuscan-pasta-with-tomato-basil-cream-10000001646355/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tuscan Pasta with Tomato-Basil Cream Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. I didn't take a picture of it because it looked EXACTLY like the above picture and I was pretty pleased about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;How to make it (and it's super easy!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. Go to the grocery store (duh!) and get: cheese ravioli, sun-dried tomato Alfredo sauce in a jar*, 2 tomatoes, some basil, and some white wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *my changes (because I'm awesome): I couldn't find any sun-dried tomato Alfredo sauce in a jar together so I just bought some Alfredo sauce and a jar of sun dried tomatoes.&amp;nbsp;I chopped up the tomatoes and put them in the sauce. Voila! Also, I can't stand fresh basil right now- must be a pregnant thing- So I just added some dried basil and it tasted just as good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. In one cooking pot, fill with water and bring to a boil. Add raviolis and cook as directed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. In another cooking pot/ aka sauce pan, put sun-dried tomato Alfredo mixture. Add 2 tsp of white wine, 1 tsp of basil,&amp;nbsp;and chop up two tomatoes and add to the sauce. Cook on medium for five minutes stirring occasionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. When both are done, put raviolis in a large pasta bowl/ bowl/ plate and pour sauce over the top of the pasta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was super easy and SUPER good. I also served it with a salad with mixed berries and that was pretty tasty too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For dessert, I made the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gourmetgirlcooks.blogspot.com/search/label/Chocolate%20Bundt%20Cake%20%20--%20Too%20Much%20Chocolate"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Too much chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;!" but I modified it (because I'm awesome like that). I haven't really been in&amp;nbsp;a chocolate mood lately, so I changed it and made the recipe with Funfetti cake mix. I think it tasted just as good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. Go to the store and get: 1 box of cake mix (I chose Funfetti), 1 large box of pudding mix (I chose vanilla), 1 cup of sour cream, 1/2 cup of vegetable oil, 1/2 cup of applesauce, 4 eggs, 1/2 cup of warm water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. At home, mix these all together nicely in your mixer and then pour into a nicely greased bundt pan (I love that word...bundt). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. Put in your PREHEATED oven at 350 degrees for 50-55 minutes and take out when it is springy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. Let it cool, transfer it to a plate and frost to your liking. I made a vanilla buttercream frosting and then put red and pink sprinkles all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. Take a picture before you eat it...because it's, like, devoured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm definitely looking forward to the leftovers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1086444244910648348?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1086444244910648348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1086444244910648348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1086444244910648348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1086444244910648348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-saw-it-on-pinterest.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8_EmEoloRM/TzlBpsgYm0I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0QDO04oqEpQ/s72-c/tuscan-pasta-sl-1646355-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-4075222658363513857</id><published>2012-02-13T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:29:53.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents; Oddities; Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words; Nothing to see here; Montana; Welsh Corgi'/><title type='text'>THANK YOU MIMI AND PAPA...AND THAT DOG OF OURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn LOVES getting mail...like someone else I know (me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He was very excited about his Valentine's Day treats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The M &amp;amp; Ms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp; Cars coloring stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLWmc4GB-X0/TzWtzwSqXvI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kEREOXS5a90/s1600/DSC00068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLWmc4GB-X0/TzWtzwSqXvI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kEREOXS5a90/s400/DSC00068.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGNmci-YlZA/TzWt6oVpjTI/AAAAAAAACSY/KrEEJDkNbGk/s1600/DSC00069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGNmci-YlZA/TzWt6oVpjTI/AAAAAAAACSY/KrEEJDkNbGk/s400/DSC00069.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhJhz4e901o/TzWuBqd4ZzI/AAAAAAAACSg/RGHxNjtnSHQ/s1600/DSC00070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhJhz4e901o/TzWuBqd4ZzI/AAAAAAAACSg/RGHxNjtnSHQ/s400/DSC00070.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And now,&amp;nbsp;another always-famous rendition of "That Lazy Corgi of Mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqc-e6VWYyw/TzkcBL83oZI/AAAAAAAACSw/HqU6hqc8G8w/s1600/bossycorgi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqc-e6VWYyw/TzkcBL83oZI/AAAAAAAACSw/HqU6hqc8G8w/s320/bossycorgi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The second Jeff gets home, that Lazy Corgi of Mine is all up in his grill being cute and demanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC3QzCAJia8/TzkcFSTWzoI/AAAAAAAACS4/zXyJ0-T4LgA/s1600/leavemealonecorgi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC3QzCAJia8/TzkcFSTWzoI/AAAAAAAACS4/zXyJ0-T4LgA/s400/leavemealonecorgi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That Lazy Corgi of Mine hopped up on this couch and didn't move for over three hours. She would do a pathetic growl if we got too close and disturbed her thoughts of squirrels, tennis balls and Cheerios on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_EMGnCsjE4/TzkcJrcapKI/AAAAAAAACTA/-tASL0aABEM/s1600/poutingcorgi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_EMGnCsjE4/TzkcJrcapKI/AAAAAAAACTA/-tASL0aABEM/s320/poutingcorgi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This Lazy Corgi of Mine pouted like this most of Friday and Saturday because it snowed again- a lot. This makes her potty breaks difficult and chilly (if you know what I mean) and it also means she can't go for walks (Our area gets very slippery and they don't usually shovel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVI-izmlAno/TzkcOpUNgJI/AAAAAAAACTI/Lb7nm870_jI/s1600/stepguardiancorgi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVI-izmlAno/TzkcOpUNgJI/AAAAAAAACTI/Lb7nm870_jI/s400/stepguardiancorgi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;While the snow fell, that Lazy Corgi of Mine sat on the step and looked sadly at her yard disappear yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-4075222658363513857?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4075222658363513857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=4075222658363513857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4075222658363513857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4075222658363513857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/thank-you-mimi-and-papaand-that-dog-of.html' title='THANK YOU MIMI AND PAPA...AND THAT DOG OF OURS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLWmc4GB-X0/TzWtzwSqXvI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kEREOXS5a90/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-6248874935719886333</id><published>2012-02-10T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T15:49:33.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>BABY G</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ladies and gents, our new little boys name starts with a "G."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gaagil (Native American) Resembling a raven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gabai (Hebrew) A delightful man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gabal (Arabian) From the mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gabbana (Italian) A creative man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Garvey (Gaelic) A rough but peaceful man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gaylord (French) One who is high-spirited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;None of these are Baby G's namesake, but aren't names so interesting???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love looking at the origin, the history and the meaning behind a name. I have ever since I was little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When I was younger and more nerdy than I am now...if you can believe that...I used to check out baby name books from the library just to study the names and meanings. Sometimes I would try to create a family of names just based on the root of the names, so creating a family of Scandinavians. Odd, I know, but I'm sure my parents appreciated it because it kept me entertained for hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Off topic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Back on track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So when it came to choosing a name for our special little one who is due in only 20 weeks (it sounds so much closer when you say it like that) we thought long and hard about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Like Caderyn, we wanted our second child to have a name with meaning, with history and one they would appreciate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;If you're new to this reading zone, my first child's name is Caderyn James. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn is Welsh/ Scottish and is the root form of the word &lt;em&gt;captain&lt;/em&gt;. If you were a soldier way back when and wearing a kilt, your commanding officer would have been called a Caderen (Kah-der-in). Say it with a short "a" and roll the "e" and the "r" a little if you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I can because I'm awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Modify, modify, modify and years later, the name Caderyn evolved with the meaning "battle ruler" aka captain or ruler of the battle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pretty cool, huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We loved it. It was different and yet modern with a good touch of history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We wanted the same for our new little one. This one will have a name that's a little more common, yet unique and very right in history of both the name and our families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well y'all will have to wait until he gets here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This one will keep you on your toes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6248874935719886333?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6248874935719886333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6248874935719886333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6248874935719886333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6248874935719886333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby-g.html' title='BABY G'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1223355445850546417</id><published>2012-02-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:04:35.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>SOME OF THESE YOU'VE SEEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But to trip you out a little, I'm going backwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Today I am 21 weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0eJKKMQjVE/TzQE8nAb4rI/AAAAAAAACRA/BHbsGQErR2s/s1600/21+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0eJKKMQjVE/TzQE8nAb4rI/AAAAAAAACRA/BHbsGQErR2s/s400/21+weeks.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;20&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4/5 weeks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VViRNkypPHQ/TzQFFzV0AkI/AAAAAAAACSI/If82HqLWCWo/s1600/5+weeks" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VViRNkypPHQ/TzQFFzV0AkI/AAAAAAAACSI/If82HqLWCWo/s400/5+weeks" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How far along?&lt;/strong&gt; 21 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight gain/loss:&lt;/strong&gt; None of your business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes. But I did wear all NON maternity yesterday and today I am wearing two NON maternity shirts. I'm quite proud of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch marks?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably until the day I die. My fair skinned curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep?&lt;/strong&gt; A little better some nights. Last night, not so great. I had heart burn (dang those jalapenos I put on my pizza and little dude kept kicking my bladder). Plus Caderyn had a bad dream so I spent a few hours sleeping with him in his bed and he kept smacking me in the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week?&lt;/strong&gt; An awesome, awesome Sunday and Monday night of sleep. 9 plus hours both nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food cravings:&lt;/strong&gt; Cake pops (trying to be careful). Berries. Pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt; Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly button in or out?&lt;/strong&gt; In. Never has gone out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement?&lt;/strong&gt; Last night I sat on the couch and watched my belly thump around a&amp;nbsp;little. It makes me very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss?&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping on my stomach. Having a good beer every so often. Cute outfits/ feeling in shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt; Each passing month and getting closer. The whole summer off with my two boys and family! I haven't had a summer off in five years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekly wisdom:&lt;/strong&gt; This is just a moment in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually feeling the thumps from the outside and seeing my belly move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1223355445850546417?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1223355445850546417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1223355445850546417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1223355445850546417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1223355445850546417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-of-these-youve-seen.html' title='SOME OF THESE YOU&apos;VE SEEN...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0eJKKMQjVE/TzQE8nAb4rI/AAAAAAAACRA/BHbsGQErR2s/s72-c/21+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1417636084201016847</id><published>2012-02-08T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T11:45:18.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddities; Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>TEN RANDOM THINGS YOU'RE DYING TO KNOW ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm about 110% sure on that title ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. I refuse to watch any animal movies. They will make me cry and depressed for days. I watched a Lassie movie when I was in the fifth grade, the one where Lassie gets knocked out and you see the dogs unconscious body floating down a rapidly moving stream. Yeah. I had to leave the room to go and cry in my bed for like an hour. It just breaks my heart, even if its fake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. Brussel sprouts are the most disgusting vegetable I have ever eaten and will NEVER eat them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. I have a day planner that sits on my desk at work and that thing is my LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. I thought Madonna's Superbowl performance was really painful to watch. 1. She lip synched the entire thing AND 2. She tried way to hard to be cool and hip. Hello! You're Madonna, just do what you always do and it usually works. This, to me, just didn't and I will NOT be buying your new album, but rather will be replaying "Like a Virgin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. I have two freckles on my upper lip that have always made me really self conscious. If I could afford it, I would like to get them removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;6. I love sending cards to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7. I am in control of the finances in our family and it stressesssssses me out to no end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;8. Other than writing, I really don't have a creative bone in my body. And that makes me sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;9. I bite my lips when I'm anxious or concentrating (so all of the time) and now my lips are constantly in need to chap stick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;10. I want to visit all of the 50 states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1417636084201016847?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1417636084201016847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1417636084201016847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1417636084201016847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1417636084201016847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/ten-random-things-youre-dying-to-know.html' title='TEN RANDOM THINGS YOU&apos;RE DYING TO KNOW ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8140150450811495557</id><published>2012-02-08T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:01:44.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caderyn Goes to the Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>CADERYN GOES TO THE DENTIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn went to the dentist for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wanted to make it a really good experience for him and overall I think he loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0s3HJDCmu78/TytRIfBLpyI/AAAAAAAACPA/w0l7BFlMuto/s1600/DSC00048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0s3HJDCmu78/TytRIfBLpyI/AAAAAAAACPA/w0l7BFlMuto/s400/DSC00048.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. Caderyn playing in the waiting room. He had lots of fun flirting with the ladies at the front. 2. Striking a pose for the dentist's camera. 3. Caderyn's identification picture. The front desk ladies loved it so much they printed out a copy. 4. Big boy sitting in the big chair. 5. "Hey, what the heck is this thing around my neck?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;6. Mr. Cool One 7. Mr. Cool Two 8. Getting all ready to have his teeth worked on. 9. Getting his teeth "tickled." 10. He was so good- the nurse let him pick out three prizes for his good behavior. 11. Chocolate toothpaste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Some advice on what worked for Caderyn before going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. We didn't talk about it at all until the morning of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. I told him we were going to the dentist and that the dentist keeps our teeth happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. I told him he had to smile nice and big for the dentist to they could see his teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. I told him the dentist was nice and that if he was good he would probably get a prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. At the dentist I let him take his Pooh Bear blanket with him for comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;6. I was right there with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And the staff and dentist at the office were really awesome with him too so that helped a ton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8140150450811495557?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8140150450811495557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8140150450811495557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8140150450811495557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8140150450811495557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/caderyn-goes-to-dentist.html' title='CADERYN GOES TO THE DENTIST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0s3HJDCmu78/TytRIfBLpyI/AAAAAAAACPA/w0l7BFlMuto/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8497616051465505339</id><published>2012-02-07T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T08:22:11.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the mouths of babes'/><title type='text'>FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Scene: This morning. I'm getting ready and picking up my room. Caderyn is starting to wake up and I can hear him over the monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You can hear him stretch and make those morning time sleepy noises. Then silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And then he says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Cock-a-doodle-doo Caderyn, time to get up!" and out of bed he gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I probably laughed for ten minutes. We've been reading lots of books where you have to make noises like snoring noises or animal noises. Apparently, he picks up on things quite quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkLo6Qst5Qo/TzFO8-mTo-I/AAAAAAAACQw/-84bWN4Gl4Q/s1600/200777_607091861116_23500116_34356544_3865574_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkLo6Qst5Qo/TzFO8-mTo-I/AAAAAAAACQw/-84bWN4Gl4Q/s400/200777_607091861116_23500116_34356544_3865574_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On a side note, Lucy wakes up in the morning, takes a few steps away from her bed and then immediately does this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KKIfdjnMsc/TzFPdZpPVgI/AAAAAAAACQ4/i6rbUqhHqxQ/s1600/loosey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KKIfdjnMsc/TzFPdZpPVgI/AAAAAAAACQ4/i6rbUqhHqxQ/s320/loosey.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Someone is SO lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8497616051465505339?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8497616051465505339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8497616051465505339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8497616051465505339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8497616051465505339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/from-mouth-of-babes.html' title='FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkLo6Qst5Qo/TzFO8-mTo-I/AAAAAAAACQw/-84bWN4Gl4Q/s72-c/200777_607091861116_23500116_34356544_3865574_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-4081326715766478047</id><published>2012-02-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:33:37.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>BLUE, BLUE, BLUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since we are having another sweet little boy in the W household, I'm actually quite content in the fact that we won't be needing all that much stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We have the bed and the bedding and the clothes and the toys and pretty much everything we could possibly need. So that will save us a bundle right now (which is really what we need). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Some people have expressed concern over the fact that we might be disappointed to not be having a girl and getting that magical&amp;nbsp;boy/girl combo. But to each person that says something like that, I just smile and tell them three things 1. After all this baby and I have been through together, I couldn't be happier 2. God knew that Caderyn really, really needs a little brother to play with because he's driving us crazy wanting/needing to play all of the time and 3. God also understood that at this moment in our lives, I could not have afforded a girl. I would have gone crazy with the shopping and all of the glitter and the tutus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's as easy as that. I now have "boys" instead of "a guy," I will have "two guys" "two buddys." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeff and I are unsure yet about the number we want our family to be, and to me, that says that we'll probably try again for baby #3 sometime in the far off future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Right now, I'm happy with my boys. All three of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Plus, I will always have Lucy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30fB_VF5o94/TzBCMhHjFOI/AAAAAAAACQg/oF0NGbzxhbA/s1600/Princess+Lucy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30fB_VF5o94/TzBCMhHjFOI/AAAAAAAACQg/oF0NGbzxhbA/s400/Princess+Lucy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Moving on, so off the top of my head, there are really only four things I could possibly need right now before Little Mr. G arrives (his name starts with a G, we are not sharing until he is born though).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. Car seat/ stroller combo: I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Graco-Alano-Travel-System-Little-Wonders/-/A-10992866?lnk=sc_qi_reviews"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; one. Of all the reviews I looked at this one got the best reviews and looks pretty simple. The price is $185.99 and that is actually pretty good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://b.o.b./"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;B.O.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; double active stroller in navy. This is pretty expensive. This will run about $600-700 dollars, but you know I would use it ALL summer and fall. Like every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e2KM1q7Z_g/TzBF0PR7N6I/AAAAAAAACQo/mpVJg0KKnsM/s1600/recliner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e2KM1q7Z_g/TzBF0PR7N6I/AAAAAAAACQo/mpVJg0KKnsM/s1600/recliner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This recliner from Costco is $399.99 and I love it. I need a good and sturdy rocking chair to snuggle my boys in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. Diapers- sizes 1, 2, and 3 and as many frozen dinners or gift cards as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sounds pretty easy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So now I just need to find a fabulous donor who can provide:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;$200 for the car seat/ stroller combo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;$700 for the B.O.B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;$400 for the recliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;and that will total to about $1300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Someone throw me a baby shower! I don't need gifts, just lots of delicious food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-4081326715766478047?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4081326715766478047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=4081326715766478047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4081326715766478047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4081326715766478047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/blue-blue-blue.html' title='BLUE, BLUE, BLUE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30fB_VF5o94/TzBCMhHjFOI/AAAAAAAACQg/oF0NGbzxhbA/s72-c/Princess+Lucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-3547219641440226903</id><published>2012-02-06T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:05:36.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>'SUP YO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGliN_Bz0LY/TytQdgQSvKI/AAAAAAAACO4/EgM2TNuGhQM/s1600/DSC00046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGliN_Bz0LY/TytQdgQSvKI/AAAAAAAACO4/EgM2TNuGhQM/s400/DSC00046.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is how Caderyn rolls in the backseat of our car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He's too cool to use his hands to talk on the phone to his Papa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-3547219641440226903?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3547219641440226903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=3547219641440226903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3547219641440226903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3547219641440226903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/sup-yo.html' title='&apos;SUP YO'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGliN_Bz0LY/TytQdgQSvKI/AAAAAAAACO4/EgM2TNuGhQM/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2270306289803726499</id><published>2012-02-03T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:51:36.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>LOOK AT THE COOKIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't look at me, I look like crap. Just look at the cookie. That's all that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzf4efAg1JI/TyxIxX9c1BI/AAAAAAAACQY/pJ_G-sYyWpY/s1600/Boy+Photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzf4efAg1JI/TyxIxX9c1BI/AAAAAAAACQY/pJ_G-sYyWpY/s400/Boy+Photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2270306289803726499?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2270306289803726499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2270306289803726499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2270306289803726499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2270306289803726499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/look-at-cookie.html' title='LOOK AT THE COOKIE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzf4efAg1JI/TyxIxX9c1BI/AAAAAAAACQY/pJ_G-sYyWpY/s72-c/Boy+Photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1443393602096855702</id><published>2012-02-03T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T06:34:31.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>BURRITO BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybpmIHiOAhg/TytPdYQRhQI/AAAAAAAACOw/c2roeQ0JMSA/s1600/DSC00043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybpmIHiOAhg/TytPdYQRhQI/AAAAAAAACOw/c2roeQ0JMSA/s400/DSC00043.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Not too long ago when we were snowed in under over a foot of snow, Caderyn and I were trying to&amp;nbsp;ward off cabin fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In an effort to cure boredom and stay warm, I made myself a burrito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He was very tasty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lucy thought so too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1443393602096855702?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1443393602096855702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1443393602096855702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1443393602096855702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1443393602096855702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/burrito-boy.html' title='BURRITO BOY'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybpmIHiOAhg/TytPdYQRhQI/AAAAAAAACOw/c2roeQ0JMSA/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8043514683405370078</id><published>2012-02-02T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:06:34.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>A BOY AND HIS FATHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mczc1ueFRbU/TytOsCmIJnI/AAAAAAAACOo/UiMqpWNdyIE/s1600/DSC00042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mczc1ueFRbU/TytOsCmIJnI/AAAAAAAACOo/UiMqpWNdyIE/s400/DSC00042.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;One thing is certain in this household. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;With Jeff now gone to Missoula during the week, Caderyn latches on to him the second he walks in the door for the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They are buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8043514683405370078?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8043514683405370078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8043514683405370078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8043514683405370078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8043514683405370078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/boy-and-his-father.html' title='A BOY AND HIS FATHER'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mczc1ueFRbU/TytOsCmIJnI/AAAAAAAACOo/UiMqpWNdyIE/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7057190557992506551</id><published>2012-02-01T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:31:44.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing to see here; Montana; Welsh Corgi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>20 WEEKS AND COUNTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since I've been sinus infectioned, I forgot to do a 19 week post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So here is a 19 and 20 week post, COMBINED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1anZdwX4LPs/TympwAkIPxI/AAAAAAAACOA/zsIOoPmSWRE/s1600/19+and+20+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1anZdwX4LPs/TympwAkIPxI/AAAAAAAACOA/zsIOoPmSWRE/s400/19+and+20+weeks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This baby moves, flutters, and thuds in my tummy a lot now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love it, this special time I get with the baby inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I feel like I'm carrying higher with this baby than I did with Caderyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weight gain:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Still feels like its all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I've also noticed that the bigger my belly gets, the bigger my hair is getting too. OYE. Today I looked like Julia Roberts from &lt;em&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/em&gt;, only with bigger hair and boobs and less pouty lips. Dang. Oh and all sinus infectiony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cravings: I can't taste anything right now, but lately I've noticed I've wanted a lot of casserole-like dishes. It's like if everything is mixed together it tastes good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For fun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POX9Mfrbs5g/TymrMZ9aw0I/AAAAAAAACOI/_uMVmN81OW4/s1600/20+week+belly+comparison.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POX9Mfrbs5g/TymrMZ9aw0I/AAAAAAAACOI/_uMVmN81OW4/s400/20+week+belly+comparison.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also for fun, some randoms from the iPhone titled: That Lazy Corgi of Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYZNxVimO1M/TymrfVkI6AI/AAAAAAAACOQ/gIjUWW5CWwg/s1600/lucygoose1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYZNxVimO1M/TymrfVkI6AI/AAAAAAAACOQ/gIjUWW5CWwg/s320/lucygoose1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That Lazy Corgi of Mine went to the vet last week for shots. They said she is getting hefty. To that I say, "It's winter and the snow is above her head. You try taking her for a walk. She has to poop on the sidewalk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsfUUR2tfc4/Tymri20AauI/AAAAAAAACOY/GpAdN3wEtG8/s1600/lucygoose2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsfUUR2tfc4/Tymri20AauI/AAAAAAAACOY/GpAdN3wEtG8/s320/lucygoose2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That Lazy Corgi of Mine has slept on my stomach most of my two sick days home. I like to think she's taking care of me, but part of me knows she's hogging the heated blanket I got for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GX-MIVE5DRA/Tymrp4oWJKI/AAAAAAAACOg/OHsAvBQWoF0/s1600/lucygoose3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GX-MIVE5DRA/Tymrp4oWJKI/AAAAAAAACOg/OHsAvBQWoF0/s320/lucygoose3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That Lazy Corgi of Mine messes up my bed after I've made it and doesn't even apologize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also, if you liked me enough to read this WHOLE post, please click &lt;a href="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/cgi-bin/topblogs/in.cgi?id=smswan"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and vote that you like me. Because I'm awesome and who knows, maybe I'll be famous one day for rambling about lost sleep, snot or the books I read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7057190557992506551?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7057190557992506551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7057190557992506551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7057190557992506551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7057190557992506551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/20-weeks-and-counting.html' title='20 WEEKS AND COUNTING'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1anZdwX4LPs/TympwAkIPxI/AAAAAAAACOA/zsIOoPmSWRE/s72-c/19+and+20+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-9185825171561849214</id><published>2012-02-01T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:55:46.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddities; Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I LOVE ME A BRITISH ACCENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am alive...but barely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This sinus infection has just about destroyed me. Never, in all of my life, have I had so much snot. Gross? TMI? Probably. But it's true. But that's the good thing! All this snot that's been clogging up my sinuses is finally releasing its vengeful hold on my entire face and now unleashing it's fury upon my shnozz (aka: the nose). This morning I probably blew my nose for five straight minutes and used a half a roll of toilet paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;OOOOKAY Enough with the snot topic. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Whilst in my sinus infectioned agony, I discovered some amazing new television shows/ series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For some reason, my sinus infectioned brain really wanted to watch all things British, so the first thing we (my brain, sinus infection, and I) &amp;nbsp;decided to watch was a PBS Masterpiece Theater series called &lt;em&gt;Downton Abbey&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFESxE09mYQ/Tymh96GXOmI/AAAAAAAACNo/669nijhQs7Q/s1600/51O43qenbpL__SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFESxE09mYQ/Tymh96GXOmI/AAAAAAAACNo/669nijhQs7Q/s320/51O43qenbpL__SX500_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I freaking loved it. It's like a delicious British soap opera from the early 1900s. It revolves around this one rich British family and their servants. I was super bummed it was only like seven episodes long, but they are all like an hour long. It was all British and proper but then there was all this random delicious gossipy stuff in it that made me want to squeal like an excited girl but then I'd remember my face was infectioned with the sinus and everything started to hurt again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Then I moved on to &lt;em&gt;Skins&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cWW97P2qd8/TymislUpLII/AAAAAAAACNw/7SV5dN84UtQ/s1600/a3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cWW97P2qd8/TymislUpLII/AAAAAAAACNw/7SV5dN84UtQ/s320/a3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Again, I watched the British version, NOT the American one. I discovered that this is like all the way through five seasons now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To be honest, the kids in this show are just awfully messed up and so are their parents. This is probably a good example of what happens when you're a bad parent...your kids will turn out like this. Each episode shows them causing lots of trouble, taking lots of drugs and alcohol and most of the time getting busy with each other (you know what I mean). I will say that I was captivated by all the disturbing-ness of each episode and was always surprised at how things ended. They do tend to push the limits on lots of topics, but I think that's why it has become so popular. Most of the time I just felt really bad for the obviously filthy teenagers who's only comfort in life was through pills or cocaine. Some of the episodes are funny&amp;nbsp;and end really happy while others were shocking and very sad. I thought it was really interesting and obviously I couldn't stop watching it since I watched all five seasons straight through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And then I watched Masterpiece Theater's &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSoqq8VFTGQ/Tymk063_1eI/AAAAAAAACN4/RDWtfFb1rds/s1600/poster_wutheringheights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSoqq8VFTGQ/Tymk063_1eI/AAAAAAAACN4/RDWtfFb1rds/s320/poster_wutheringheights.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Now, I attempted to read this book for fun in high school and dropped it for &lt;em&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;/em&gt; instead, clearly an awesome choice. Although I do want to join a book club just so I can read this book and talk about it with people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When I saw this under my instant Netflix choices labeled Romantic Movies, I thought, "Eh, sure why not. You don't have anything better to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I started watching it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Let me tell you, THIS IS NOT A ROMANTIC MOVIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is the most depressing, vengeful movie I have ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Their relationship is so twisted and hurtful towards each other and the people around them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was shocked. Loved it, but I was shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I also thought the lady who played Cathy in this looked a bit cross-eyed at times and the guy who played Heathecliffe was sometimes really model-ly handsome at times and then really odd looking at other times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After three hours of watching this I was spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Those Brits can sure captivate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-9185825171561849214?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/9185825171561849214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=9185825171561849214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/9185825171561849214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/9185825171561849214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-me-british-accent.html' title='I LOVE ME A BRITISH ACCENT'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFESxE09mYQ/Tymh96GXOmI/AAAAAAAACNo/669nijhQs7Q/s72-c/51O43qenbpL__SX500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7434553718040684093</id><published>2012-01-30T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:48:48.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords;'/><title type='text'>WHAT I'VE READ/ AM READING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I'm home sick today with a wicked sinus infection. It prevents me from sleeping. The space between my eyebrows feels like I have a giant, pulsing horn emerging from it. I can't lie down because I can't breathe and I can't sit up because it hurts too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;OYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I have no interesting posts. We went to Missoula this weekend to see the Hubster and some of my family. It was lovely, we ate a lot of food. But I got sick and it is still lingering. Oh well. Next time will be better. I so love Missoula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Anywhoooo. I've been doing a&amp;nbsp;lot of reading still. I am that girl that now wakes up at 5:00 a.m. and is unable to go back to sleep so I usually read in bed until 6 or 6:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I did read through these two wonderful books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhC8MdDlRWc/TycAbR8_IVI/AAAAAAAACNI/pfbQhLJIXvc/s1600/tea_rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhC8MdDlRWc/TycAbR8_IVI/AAAAAAAACNI/pfbQhLJIXvc/s400/tea_rose.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaumnf8eJTc/TycAeJacwfI/AAAAAAAACNQ/yU_mAA-0g-o/s1600/winterrose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaumnf8eJTc/TycAeJacwfI/AAAAAAAACNQ/yU_mAA-0g-o/s400/winterrose.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;These were large books but I was able to plow through both of them in about two weeks- one book per week. These are historical fiction and I love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There is also a third book, this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4krPEHFcuM/TycAzK3L6YI/AAAAAAAACNY/ztu9XcPtiIw/s1600/Wild%2520Rose%2520Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4krPEHFcuM/TycAzK3L6YI/AAAAAAAACNY/ztu9XcPtiIw/s400/Wild%2520Rose%2520Cover.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I'm taking a tiny break (aka, the Library doesn't have it in yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;and I am currently reading this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9-teU0Z8yA/TycBArRPzSI/AAAAAAAACNg/NiJbG8-CoWg/s1600/Game_of_Thrones_tie-in_edition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9-teU0Z8yA/TycBArRPzSI/AAAAAAAACNg/NiJbG8-CoWg/s400/Game_of_Thrones_tie-in_edition.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7434553718040684093?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7434553718040684093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7434553718040684093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7434553718040684093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7434553718040684093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-ive-read-am-reading.html' title='WHAT I&apos;VE READ/ AM READING'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhC8MdDlRWc/TycAbR8_IVI/AAAAAAAACNI/pfbQhLJIXvc/s72-c/tea_rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-9068066551903486738</id><published>2012-01-27T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:40:08.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST AND SOMETHING I KNOW I WILL LAUGH ABOUT LATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For his Grandparents this coming Valentine's Day, Caderyn (and by that, I mean mostly me) made these to be stuffed in their Valentine's Day cards:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdEMnUigXYQ/TyK1wxVTe3I/AAAAAAAACNA/Fo1guI3mQH8/s1600/HANDS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdEMnUigXYQ/TyK1wxVTe3I/AAAAAAAACNA/Fo1guI3mQH8/s400/HANDS.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Super easy! The only difference was that I put the "This much" on the other hand because I felt that made more sense. I'm excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also, yesterday I made the mistake of telling my son we would be going to Missoula to visit Daddy and all of my aunts and uncles and grandparents who live there. Since those words of promise left my mouth, I have been asked probably every two minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Can we go to Missoula? Pwease? Pwease can we go to Missoula now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It hasn't stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I severely regretted telling him around 2:00 a.m. when he woke up for the second time, wide awake, asking me if it was time to go to Missoula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He proceeded to wake up and ask me every two hours on the got. I'm amazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm also super tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I'm amazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I also think he takes after me in the excitement department...me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am that girl that couldn't sleep the night before something fun. Most Christmas Eve's I never slept and then was up around 4:00 a.m. to check if Santa came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And now I've passed it on to my son...CURSES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But at the same time, I enjoy hearing how excited and hopeful he is. It was the only thing that made me smile at 4:00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm going to take a nap later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh, and I have a zit the size of Jupiter on my chin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-9068066551903486738?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/9068066551903486738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=9068066551903486738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/9068066551903486738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/9068066551903486738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-it-on-pinterest-and-something-i.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST AND SOMETHING I KNOW I WILL LAUGH ABOUT LATER'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdEMnUigXYQ/TyK1wxVTe3I/AAAAAAAACNA/Fo1guI3mQH8/s72-c/HANDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1671367689237799211</id><published>2012-01-26T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:24:38.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last night for dinner I made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe-Tools/Print/Recipe.aspx?RecipeID=8941&amp;amp;origin=detail&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Servings=8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPH5cQTXD38/TyF9V9JkWdI/AAAAAAAACMw/LMqOHRAWirc/s1600/chickenanddumplings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPH5cQTXD38/TyF9V9JkWdI/AAAAAAAACMw/LMqOHRAWirc/s200/chickenanddumplings.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is slow cooker chicken and dumplings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Super easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since it's just Caderyn and I eating together these days, I used two chicken breasts and only one can of cream of chicken. I did add a little bit of veggie stock, just for some more flavor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2 T of butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1/2c to 1 c of minced onions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I added a little salt and pepper and some frozen corn into my mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cover and cook on low for 6 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Does anyone else have a crockpot that cooks like a demon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I put this all together yesterday morning before work and I came home around 11am for lunch and it was already burning on my crockpot sides! This happens a ton, even when I stir it every hour or so. Hmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So then once you're nearly ready to eat dinner, you open a can of biscuits and tear them all to pieces and add to the mixture. Cook on high for 30 minutes and serve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was a very hearty dinner and very easy. Not my most favorite, but it was yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1671367689237799211?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1671367689237799211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1671367689237799211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1671367689237799211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1671367689237799211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-it-on-pinterest_26.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPH5cQTXD38/TyF9V9JkWdI/AAAAAAAACMw/LMqOHRAWirc/s72-c/chickenanddumplings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-3219495865880072672</id><published>2012-01-25T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:40:40.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Good Are the Words; Parenting'/><title type='text'>TEMPER, TEMPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So lately, I've been dealing with the terrible twos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lots of people have told me the second year was great for them, but it was the third year that really did them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well, Caderyn's second year started off pretty good, but now, all of the sudden I have this little boy who resembles a midget of a teenager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm constantly being told "No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm constantly being bossed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm constantly listening to screams and cries from the time out spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Time out is a regular occurrence in our house. So is door slamming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm constantly negotiating to get stuff done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I can't go to the bathroom by myself or even have a moment without a little boy all up in my grill either whining about something or telling me I should be doing something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In a sense, I'm exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But that's what being a parent is all about, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love that kid to death. He really is the sweetest little guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But yesterday, oh yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday he was in trouble nearly all day at daycare for hitting and throwing tantrums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He's also started this thing where he won't budge when we need to go somewhere or I'm trying to redirect him. So, usually what I'll do is tell him he can walk on his own starting now or I'm going to count to three and when I get to three and he hasn't moved, I'm going to carry him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I usually end up carrying him and he usually freaks out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So yesterday, after talking to my daycare lady about his behavior, we walked outside and Caderyn put the breaks on. He wouldn't budge and after numerous attempts to get him walking&amp;nbsp;I quietly told him he could walk on his own or I would carry him out after I counted to three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I counted to three and got no movement so I picked him up and hauled him down the stairs all the way to the car with him kicking and screaming. I put him in his car seat where he proceeded to scream and kick and sound pretty much like a spawn of Satan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We made it home, he still hadn't stopped and he went limp noodle on me when I was trying to get him inside so I took him right in and put him in time out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I told him he needed to calm down and then we would talk about what was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;While he screamed and cried and hit the wall with his hand, I grabbed one of my parenting books and tried to find something, anything that would help me out. We were on like day three of this behavior and my patience was very, very thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After ten minutes, he calmed down enough where I could talk to him. We climbed in to his bed together and had a calm talk about hitting and yelling and how that wasn't okay. I also asked him if he was acting like this because he missed his Daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He told me yes and also that he missed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I told him I missed him too, but that Mommy had to work and Daddy was at school. But, even though I had to work, I always came to pick him up and we always went home together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After our little chat and some snuggles, things were pretty good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My friend came over and watched Caderyn for an hour so I could go to the gym- THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Got back from the gym and Caderyn started acting like a demon child again. He wanted me to hold him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is fine, except my back has been killing me so I tried sitting down and holding him and he threw a huge fit over that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was kind of embarrassed at his behavior in front of my friend, when he'd been so good only two seconds before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I said goodbye to my friend above Caderyn's screams and commands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Inside I went and into his room to start getting him ready for a tub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;More screams and body throws ensued when he told me he didn't want a tub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I ignored this and continued to undress him, well then he hauled off and hit me in the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I saw red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I had to take&amp;nbsp;a few deep breaths and then I did something I'm not proud of and really try very hard not to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I swatted him on the butt. My disappointment in myself was over the "hitting for hitting" punishment, which I don't think shows them anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I am human. I make mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So Caderyn was in timeout again and I had to shut the door to his room to block out some of his awful screams and shouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I sat down at our table and texted my husband, "Pretty sure I'm the worst mom ever and will ruin our kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My bottom lip was quivering and I was having a really great pity party while listening to my sons Gollum-like shrieks. But then he calmed down and I mentally slapped myself in the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Buck up Sarah," I said, "Keep this kid moving through life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;One day isn't going to scar him. Although I might feel that I've ruined him, I probably haven't. One little spanking isn't going to hurt him and he eventually has to learn that his behavior is not acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is not okay to hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is not okay to scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is not okay to boss Mommy around (sometimes it is, but not like he's doing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And the only way he's going to learn this is through me. I am his number one educator and I need to show him in a calm, collected manner how to navigate this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So after a quick tub and a tooth brush, Caderyn and I settled into his bed with some books. I stroked his cheek and told him I loved him. We talked about being frustrated and that it was okay to get upset sometimes. I told him I was sorry for spanking him, and he said he was sorry for being naughty (again, where is he learning these words! I NEVER tell him he is naughty.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Caderyn,"&amp;nbsp;I said. "You're not naughty at all. I think you're just frustrated and don't know how to tell Mommy what is wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Mmmmm yes," he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After books were read and kisses were given, I stayed in his room with him until he fell asleep. I kissed his cheeks and rubbed his back, trying in some physical way to show him that everything was okay. That we were okay. That he would be okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He slept through the night last night...first time in...probably a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He did get up at 5:00 a.m. and crawl in to bed with me until 6:00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We had a good morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There was no screaming, only a minimum of bossiness and lots of snuggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He and I sat on the couch together this morning and talked again about being frustrated and how we don't hit or yell, taking our frustrations out on other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn again told me, "But I miss you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I replied, "I miss you too when I'm at work, but you know I always will come to get you at the end of the day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Yes and that makes me so happy!" he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It makes me happy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lord if I can only survive these terrible twos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWGTZ1TcM8/TyA-MNoUiyI/AAAAAAAACMY/AkP2rjEdTGo/s1600/for+gramps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWGTZ1TcM8/TyA-MNoUiyI/AAAAAAAACMY/AkP2rjEdTGo/s400/for+gramps.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYRmm_EV1E4/TyA-PlPnxOI/AAAAAAAACMg/2UiwdTusRkw/s1600/sleepyguy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYRmm_EV1E4/TyA-PlPnxOI/AAAAAAAACMg/2UiwdTusRkw/s400/sleepyguy.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vY1PiXcRNJI/TyA-QmioPrI/AAAAAAAACMo/HMMpWpkyPv8/s1600/cutiepie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vY1PiXcRNJI/TyA-QmioPrI/AAAAAAAACMo/HMMpWpkyPv8/s400/cutiepie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-3219495865880072672?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3219495865880072672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=3219495865880072672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3219495865880072672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3219495865880072672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/temper-temper.html' title='TEMPER, TEMPER'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWGTZ1TcM8/TyA-MNoUiyI/AAAAAAAACMY/AkP2rjEdTGo/s72-c/for+gramps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7072550161954473184</id><published>2012-01-24T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:11:15.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>THIS IS FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I've tried to be really faithful about taking a weekly belly photo. I didn't do that with Caderyn and I regret missing out on those moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For your viewing pleasure, the ever growing belly! I'm missing a few weeks. The early ones because of all the crazy that happened there and then one or two weeks in between my now almost 19 week mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The day we found out we were pregnant. ﻿4 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSkuYSNCaQ0/Tx7kdSupn5I/AAAAAAAACLA/zktSgjFONq8/s1600/5+weeks" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSkuYSNCaQ0/Tx7kdSupn5I/AAAAAAAACLA/zktSgjFONq8/s400/5+weeks" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And then all that crazy stuff happened so there is a lull here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;17 weeks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IVeMpJODnS4/Tx7ktMwhpII/AAAAAAAACLw/30zWE-4Z2Q8/s1600/17+week+belly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IVeMpJODnS4/Tx7ktMwhpII/AAAAAAAACLw/30zWE-4Z2Q8/s320/17+week+belly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1EecblWqb0/Tx7kuWdz7GI/AAAAAAAACL4/72O34AksGLY/s1600/17+week.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1EecblWqb0/Tx7kuWdz7GI/AAAAAAAACL4/72O34AksGLY/s400/17+week.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99tAmo4iHKg/Tx7kvtPu9nI/AAAAAAAACMA/gkMt2U5z-3k/s1600/17+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99tAmo4iHKg/Tx7kvtPu9nI/AAAAAAAACMA/gkMt2U5z-3k/s400/17+weeks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;18 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KtU5IRszio/Tx7k1ADxswI/AAAAAAAACMI/-aYmytt84BM/s1600/18+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KtU5IRszio/Tx7k1ADxswI/AAAAAAAACMI/-aYmytt84BM/s400/18+weeks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Isn't it funny how different clothes make the bump look bigger or smaller???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh and just for comparison fun. Here is my bump at 18 weeks with Caderyn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJpP6ebRz0Q/Tx7l6EgAGKI/AAAAAAAACMQ/9ivlcXmJ3yQ/s1600/18+week+bump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJpP6ebRz0Q/Tx7l6EgAGKI/AAAAAAAACMQ/9ivlcXmJ3yQ/s320/18+week+bump.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AND NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KtU5IRszio/Tx7k1ADxswI/AAAAAAAACMI/-aYmytt84BM/s1600/18+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KtU5IRszio/Tx7k1ADxswI/AAAAAAAACMI/-aYmytt84BM/s1600/18+weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7072550161954473184?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7072550161954473184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7072550161954473184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7072550161954473184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7072550161954473184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-fun.html' title='THIS IS FUN'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSkuYSNCaQ0/Tx7kdSupn5I/AAAAAAAACLA/zktSgjFONq8/s72-c/5+weeks' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1737583239428274971</id><published>2012-01-23T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:38:14.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I've been pinning like crazy. I still get a really odd satisfaction when someone new starts following me or repins something of mine. I want to do the crazy person laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This weekend, my toddler was driving me bonkers. He was sick and restless. So I grabbed some finger paint and shaving cream and we had ourselves a shaving cream painting party. Caderyn was really in to the paining part of it for about 20 minutes, but then he thought it was more fun to put all of the shaving cream into a bowl of water and see the colors mix. Make sure your paint is washable. The mess was catastrophic when he was finished, but it only looked that way. It probably took me two minutes to clean everything up. Not bad at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWoOfj_zWVQ/Tx2aH1EEEBI/AAAAAAAACKw/AK8zGLAsdMI/s1600/weekend2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWoOfj_zWVQ/Tx2aH1EEEBI/AAAAAAAACKw/AK8zGLAsdMI/s320/weekend2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I found this idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playcreateexplore.com/2010/03/messy-learning-with-lawson.html#!/2010/03/messy-learning-with-lawson.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last weekend, I made these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q03AikINoo/Tx2ahmZA2UI/AAAAAAAACK4/J7beTV6fxiM/s1600/cakebars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q03AikINoo/Tx2ahmZA2UI/AAAAAAAACK4/J7beTV6fxiM/s400/cakebars.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovintheoven.com/2011/08/cake-batter-bars.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cake batter bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I followed the directions exactly, no substitutions. These turned out really yummy, the only thing I might suggest is not cooking them in your Pyrex glassware. It distorted the shape a little on mine. They still tasted really good though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1737583239428274971?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1737583239428274971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1737583239428274971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1737583239428274971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1737583239428274971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-it-on-pinterest_23.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWoOfj_zWVQ/Tx2aH1EEEBI/AAAAAAAACKw/AK8zGLAsdMI/s72-c/weekend2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8064225592121540265</id><published>2012-01-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:31:02.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>MY WEEKEND IN REVIEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Thank you iPhone. I love you...in a non-weird kind of way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Kind of a bummer of a weekend. Caderyn was sick and then I got sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Thank heavens Jeff was home or I would have lost it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Friday, Jeff surprised us by getting home early! We ran some errands and then had dinner at Costco before renting a movie and going home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Saturday Caderyn went to the doctor, I slept for three straight hours to get rid of my yuckies. We ate pizza again and then met some friends at a basketball game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sunday I made breakfast. We gracefully bowed out of church due to the sickness in our family and just lounged at home all day. I ran a few errands, made a yummy dinner, Jeff headed back to Missoula and I fought my poor coughing child all night trying to get him to fall asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXHwIoCCRiY/Tx2YYRpwSyI/AAAAAAAACKQ/-aFwVHvY1sA/s1600/weekend1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXHwIoCCRiY/Tx2YYRpwSyI/AAAAAAAACKQ/-aFwVHvY1sA/s400/weekend1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Breathing treatments galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wooPBaotyXQ/Tx2YZxrkmyI/AAAAAAAACKY/1KhruolPUT8/s1600/weekend2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nmz_SUNTvU/Tx2YciBsO9I/AAAAAAAACKo/cG8YCG1b4pM/s1600/weekend4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nmz_SUNTvU/Tx2YciBsO9I/AAAAAAAACKo/cG8YCG1b4pM/s400/weekend4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lazy dog waiting for the ball to come to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8064225592121540265?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8064225592121540265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8064225592121540265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8064225592121540265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8064225592121540265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-weekend-in-review.html' title='MY WEEKEND IN REVIEW'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXHwIoCCRiY/Tx2YYRpwSyI/AAAAAAAACKQ/-aFwVHvY1sA/s72-c/weekend1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1747469883650739690</id><published>2012-01-21T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T07:36:57.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Good Are the Words; Parenting'/><title type='text'>BATTLING THE FEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I think most parents out there would agree that there is nothing worse than having a sick child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And the worst is when they have a fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Those fevers are scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We've only had one fever that has ended us up in the hospital, and that was when Caderyn had RSV at 5 weeks old. We ended up staying in the hospital with him for a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since then, Caderyn has been pretty good with the fevers, its mostly just been his ears that have been making him sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well last night we encountered the EVIL fever. The one that is high and makes you think you might, just might need to take your child to the emergency room. I don't know what other people think, but my idea of a fever that needs to be seen by a doctor is 104. If it reaches 104, we go in right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn's highest temp last night was 103.8 and I just about lost it. He'd had a pretty high one all day, hovering between 101 and 103, but his energy levels were really good and he took fluids like a champ and was able to, you know, get rid of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So when his fever went up just those little extra points last night, I was nearly in full on panic mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We did cool baths- at least three last night. We did Tylenol. We did minimal activity- it was a movie night. We did cool wash cloths. We gave him copious amounts of water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nothing worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That is the scariest thing. That you work and work for hours to try and get this fever on track and it only stays right where it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So finally we just put him to bed. Poor guy was sweating so badly he didn't sleep well at all. He woke up around midnight just drenched in sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But, at this point, we realized his cheeks and forehead were cool. We took a quick temp and found his fever was down to about 101. A huge sigh of relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Today we are going to the doctor. Hopefully he just caught some bug that was going around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I despise the fevers more than anything else in the world- even more than explosive poopy diapers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;These are just some of my experiences with the dreaded fever. As you can see, sometimes what we try to do works and other times it doesn't. What does everyone else do to keep their childrens' fevers at bay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1747469883650739690?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1747469883650739690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1747469883650739690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1747469883650739690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1747469883650739690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/battling-fever.html' title='BATTLING THE FEVER'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1260791900782674153</id><published>2012-01-20T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:46:53.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow; whatgoodarethewords'/><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Simple title. Simple post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TE6_JwlkhFc/TxmaEzQD18I/AAAAAAAACKI/JGxSLwR8wec/s1600/lotsofsnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TE6_JwlkhFc/TxmaEzQD18I/AAAAAAAACKI/JGxSLwR8wec/s400/lotsofsnow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We got dumped on here. This was just yesterday. It snowed up to the bottom of chairs. My bumper on my Subaru was nearly covered and I have snow all the way up to my knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Winter is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We've been hanging low trying to stay warm and prevent anything from freezing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1260791900782674153?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1260791900782674153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1260791900782674153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1260791900782674153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1260791900782674153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TE6_JwlkhFc/TxmaEzQD18I/AAAAAAAACKI/JGxSLwR8wec/s72-c/lotsofsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1993235171260170790</id><published>2012-01-18T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:22:13.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Good Are the Words; Parenting'/><title type='text'>GO TO SLEEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm just one of about a bazillion Moms to say this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We have been struggling with bed time lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Makes me think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/cQZmU2GnUdA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh it is just SO frustrating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn got a big boy bed from his grandparents for Christmas and he has actually been doing really well with it. The only thing is he won't go to sleep until sometimes almost 11:00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;YEAH! WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Some nights I find myself going in to his room three or four times a night. He either gets out of his bed and comes out to find me or he cries and cries until I go in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I don't really mind going in there, I love that he finds comfort in my presence, but I just really wish he would go to sleep and get more rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He is starting to get into the "I'm scared" and imaginative phase.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I always try to tell him he is safe, that I'm right here and that monsters aren't real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He also sometimes wakes up in the middle in the night from a nightmare where there is a bear or a cat chasing him. I find this odd because some of my most terrifying nightmares from when I was little and still today involve bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just so we're clear on this. I'm absolutely terrified of bears. I can't even stand to be near them at the zoo. I pretty much start to have a freak out attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It worries me to think that my two-year-old has such vivid dreams and nightmares. There were some nights where I prolonged going to sleep, just to prevent another scary bear dream from happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I hope with all of my heart that Caderyn doesn't have dreams like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But, going back to the bed time thing. Yeah. So it's a little frustrating. Some nights he's great, other nights he's not and I want to pull my hair out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday, I was determined to tire him out so he would sleep well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took him to the Science Center and we met up with a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Those two kids played and played until the place closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn proceeded to throw a thirty minute temper tantrum once we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He did kick and scream a lot, but man, I got him ready for bed faster than ever! I just plopped his screaming little body into the tub, scrubbed him really good, got him in his pjs while he was still crying and kicking (be impressed) and snuggled him on the couch where he finally calmed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All of this without breaking a sweat or losing my cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He and I snuggled on the couch, ate a little bowl of cereal and brushed our teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Then we went into his room and read some stories before kisses and good night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I only had to go in there once last night and it was because he had picked a scab and it started bleeding. Band Aid took care of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Not wanting to head back out to the pile of laundry I was folding, I hopped in to bed with him. That's the nice thing about this new bed. It's super comfy and Mommy or Daddy can fit on it with Caderyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So we snugged together. I rubbed his back and tickled his face and neck (my family loves the tickles) and then Caderyn proceeded to do the same to my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My heart melted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He was getting drowsy at this point (HUZZAH!) but he looked at me and said, "Mommy, are you happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To which I replied," Yes Caderyn, very happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Oh good," he said. "Me too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And he was out like a light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was just like a Hollywood movie and I just loved it. That little boy sure is something special to me, even if he sometimes doesn't go to sleep until 11:00 p.m. at night and then gets up at 5:00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No matter how many times I have to go in to his room at night, whether its to give him more water, calm his fears or tuck him back into bed, I will always be happy to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I may not be outwardly happy...especially at 3:00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But internally I'm singing praise that he still needs me and trusts in me to take care of him and solve all of his problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He won't let me do that forever, but I'm going to enjoy it while I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1993235171260170790?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1993235171260170790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1993235171260170790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1993235171260170790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1993235171260170790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-to-sleep.html' title='GO TO SLEEP'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2146765869162804367</id><published>2012-01-17T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:27:16.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatgoodarethewords; Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby 2012; Montana'/><title type='text'>17 WEEKS AND COUNTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMuEeMheLME/TxWp_VxbPdI/AAAAAAAACKA/s7HW7Yc_ioM/s1600/17+week.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMuEeMheLME/TxWp_VxbPdI/AAAAAAAACKA/s7HW7Yc_ioM/s1600/17+week.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ladies and gents, we are a mere three weeks away from finding out the gender of this little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I got the okay from my doctor to workout. By "working out" she means I can walk on the treadmill and do arm strength training. I do what I can when I can and it feels so good to move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Weight gain has been all over with this baby. I attribute that to not being able to do anything for like three months, but I can just see it everywhere. I do think my belly is smaller now that it was at this time with Caderyn. My legs are definitely bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My cravings this past week were pizza-- always pizza-- and Sweetarts. You bet I got those&amp;nbsp;and enjoyed them. I am still crazy for water. I just&amp;nbsp;can't&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;enough water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My sleep with this pregnancy hasn't been very good. I usually go to bed around 11:00 p.m. and can stay asleep until 3:45 a.m. or 4:00 a.m. if there are no interruptions from Caderyn. But once I wake up, oh I'm in pain! My abdominal area and hips just ache and I can never get comfortable. So I&amp;nbsp;usually don't go back to&amp;nbsp;sleep and I end up reading. That, my friends, is how I am able to get through some of these books so quickly! I read until 6ish or until Caderyn wakes up and comes into my room and then start to get ready for the day ahead of us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Compared to my first pregnancy, I have no energy. But I still do manage to get stuff done,&amp;nbsp;keep my house semi-clean and occasionally remember to bathe my son&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We find out what the baby is on the third of February. I'm still trying to think of a creative way to tell people, but, alas, creativity is eluding me these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So if you have any good ideas, please let me know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I still think we're having a girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Either way I will be over the moon, but my gut just tells me girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We'll see how my intuition goes- I got it right with Caderyn. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2146765869162804367?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2146765869162804367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2146765869162804367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2146765869162804367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2146765869162804367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/17-weeks-and-counting.html' title='17 WEEKS AND COUNTING'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMuEeMheLME/TxWp_VxbPdI/AAAAAAAACKA/s7HW7Yc_ioM/s72-c/17+week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-5133845565736788257</id><published>2012-01-16T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:49:42.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>THE LIFE OF A DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z69OugMLU0/Tw3keii9T6I/AAAAAAAACJk/8RDnRJfZ4lY/s1600/DSC00019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z69OugMLU0/Tw3keii9T6I/AAAAAAAACJk/8RDnRJfZ4lY/s400/DSC00019.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6S1CGBAwII/Tw3klp3jYRI/AAAAAAAACJs/ZzdNUwD-y2g/s1600/DSC00021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6S1CGBAwII/Tw3klp3jYRI/AAAAAAAACJs/ZzdNUwD-y2g/s400/DSC00021.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzZyCdKCE6Y/Tw3ktux4UWI/AAAAAAAACJ0/NI9l6VgiH5Y/s1600/DSC00022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzZyCdKCE6Y/Tw3ktux4UWI/AAAAAAAACJ0/NI9l6VgiH5Y/s400/DSC00022.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Looks pretty cushy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5133845565736788257?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5133845565736788257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5133845565736788257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5133845565736788257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5133845565736788257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-of-dog.html' title='THE LIFE OF A DOG'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z69OugMLU0/Tw3keii9T6I/AAAAAAAACJk/8RDnRJfZ4lY/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-5314472363087121560</id><published>2012-01-13T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:55:27.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddities; Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>AH YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is what my after work wardrobe looks like these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A t-shirt. The belly. My awesome new pajama pants that are super pink and super warm and my new mucklucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;All of these combined make me super happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVn4ipLdGGU/Tw3j4JfDdFI/AAAAAAAACJc/y5tY4w4jc9s/s1600/DSC00010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVn4ipLdGGU/Tw3j4JfDdFI/AAAAAAAACJc/y5tY4w4jc9s/s320/DSC00010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5314472363087121560?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5314472363087121560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5314472363087121560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5314472363087121560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5314472363087121560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/ah-yes.html' title='AH YES'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVn4ipLdGGU/Tw3j4JfDdFI/AAAAAAAACJc/y5tY4w4jc9s/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-3224156543933758824</id><published>2012-01-12T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:23:43.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddities; Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>YES, THIS IS A MESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And this is what my house looks like after a vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Crap everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UnRZCzPY7as/Tw3jOMuEHWI/AAAAAAAACJM/Zwf_jieP7EA/s1600/DSC00005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UnRZCzPY7as/Tw3jOMuEHWI/AAAAAAAACJM/Zwf_jieP7EA/s320/DSC00005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-G6x36EFyc/Tw3jWibkVfI/AAAAAAAACJU/ZT5RDWxWNc0/s1600/DSC00008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-G6x36EFyc/Tw3jWibkVfI/AAAAAAAACJU/ZT5RDWxWNc0/s320/DSC00008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Home today. Caderyn has pink eye. Maybe I will finally put a dent in EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-3224156543933758824?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3224156543933758824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=3224156543933758824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3224156543933758824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3224156543933758824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/yes-this-is-mess.html' title='YES, THIS IS A MESS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UnRZCzPY7as/Tw3jOMuEHWI/AAAAAAAACJM/Zwf_jieP7EA/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-904286655937420985</id><published>2012-01-11T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:17:41.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddities; Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>MY REVIEW OF SEX AND THE CITY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last night, I sat down to watch Sex&amp;nbsp;and the City 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For some reason, I was compelled to put it on my Netflix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;As I watched it, I was hit with some startling aggravations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Man. This movie really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sure, it revisits some of our favorite TV characters who so many people think they relate to, but in reality, these women are on a completely different planet than 99% of all women in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I mean, I guess it's fun to watch them and see their antics, the places they get to go, the extravagances, the fashion (which was pretty crappy i think- although I'm more of a Miranda/Charlotte dresser these days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But the more I watched the show, the more frustrated I became at the antics, the places they go, the extravagances and the fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My reasoning's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. The antics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;These are grown women. Act like it! I point mainly to the Samantha character, who, in typical Samantha fashion gets in trouble because of an overzealous sex drive. But I watched in horror as she made Americans- or, American women- look like sluts. I was embarrassed that she was depicted as being joyful that America is awesome because you can be intimate with a man on a beach. But of course, this is fantasy, and that is Samantha, but something about that depiction bothered me. It made me feel...bad. Like, is that how our country is seen? As a place where you&amp;nbsp;can be with a guy wherever and whenever you want. I'm not trying to put women with a Samantha mentality down, that's just fine if that's how you roll, but have some decency and maintain some level of privacy. Don't share it with the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Another thing that really bothered me was when Charlotte and Miranda sat down at the bar to talk about how hard motherhood was. Now, granted, they both admitted they had full-time nannies/help and didn't know how other people did it. But, I go back to the fact that &lt;em&gt;they had full-time help&lt;/em&gt;. Who does that? Who would want that? I understand if you're working full-time and maybe have a job that is so important you're needed around the clock and making biggo bucks, but I'm working full-time and I still have to go home and be the wife, the mother and the house keeper. No help. I'm pretty sure everyone else out there does it to, so what gives these women the right to sit there, sip their alcoholic pink drinks and tell me how hard it is to be a mom and a wife? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;One other thing that bothered me was when Charlotte got mad at her daughter for getting red paint on her vintage skirt. I admit, I gasped. That was a lovely skirt. But why would she be wearing something so valuable and precious while baking and at home? I rarely wear nice, expensive clothes when I'm at home. Typical jeans, t-shirt and sweat pants gal. Now, if I'm going out of the house. I am usually the last one to get dressed and all food and crafts have been put away so I can go to work looking fairly put together (doesn't always happen, but I try).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The places they go&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Actually, I wasn't really all that frustrated with this. I was just annoyed at how extravagant everything seemed. Like, have they ever stayed at a Holiday Inn? Those are okay too and very cost effective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. The extravagances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Again, reality check. Sure, it's fun to dream that one day you will live in a New York penthouse where your husband buys you a black diamond after you kiss another man, but, seriously? I felt that all&amp;nbsp;of the stuff these women had handed to them was just another example of how materialistic America actually is. Now- Big's first anniversary gift to Carrie- the "TV so they could watch old movies together" was actually really sweet and thoughtful. But she threw that one to the curb. I think this also distorts some people's ideas of marriage and relationships. None of their relationships are perfect, but I just kept getting so annoyed at how nothing, nothing at all would ever go like that in the real world. It was all just so...cheesy. Hollywood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. The fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I rolled my eyes at the end when the Abu Dabi women unrobed themselves showing off the latest Louis Vutton fashions. Seriously? Is that all we care about is fashion? There are starving children, abuse, murder and corruption and all these&amp;nbsp;women are portrayed as caring about is fashion? I wanted to vomit. Now, I did enjoy some of the styles, but fashion isn't my focus in life. Others may feel differently and that's great! If you have the passion for fashion- go for it! But I would much rather focus on my family, being happy in life and working on being a better person that spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on clothes. I enjoy the beautifulness of clothes and admire the work it takes to put together a fabulous collection, but do I have to own it? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm not trying to put Sex and the City down. I own all six seasons! I watch them, usually once or twice a year on a weekend when I'm sick or have the whole weekend to myself. I always cry during the episode where Miranda's mom dies, I laugh over Charlotte getting her face licked by the "bad kisser" and I am so angry at Carrie when she loses Aidan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But, this movie just really rubbed me the wrong way. And since this is my blog and I can write about whatever I want, I wanted to write about that. It's been bugging me most of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But, I will close with my favorite, favorite quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends." C.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;True for all forms of relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-904286655937420985?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/904286655937420985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=904286655937420985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/904286655937420985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/904286655937420985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-review-of-sex-and-city-2.html' title='MY REVIEW OF SEX AND THE CITY 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-3930185687996403091</id><published>2012-01-11T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:26:15.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kiddo; toys'/><title type='text'>TRAIN ADDICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Someone got a train table for Christmas from Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since then, his train addiction has gone through the roof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubbbl642fdU/Tw3hrlCfxwI/AAAAAAAACIs/NoOl--G3zqQ/s1600/DSC00001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubbbl642fdU/Tw3hrlCfxwI/AAAAAAAACIs/NoOl--G3zqQ/s400/DSC00001.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgWFhjgnNgo/Tw3hzBwpuHI/AAAAAAAACI0/t6rkm6_ILWU/s1600/DSC00002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgWFhjgnNgo/Tw3hzBwpuHI/AAAAAAAACI0/t6rkm6_ILWU/s400/DSC00002.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-3930185687996403091?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3930185687996403091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=3930185687996403091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3930185687996403091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3930185687996403091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/train-addiction.html' title='TRAIN ADDICTION'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubbbl642fdU/Tw3hrlCfxwI/AAAAAAAACIs/NoOl--G3zqQ/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7492833822458109707</id><published>2012-01-09T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:50:20.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>THIS GUY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXYa0YeUAdY/TwtmfNUBErI/AAAAAAAACIk/xQ_gvIdwQU0/s1600/cutiepie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXYa0YeUAdY/TwtmfNUBErI/AAAAAAAACIk/xQ_gvIdwQU0/s400/cutiepie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Actually sat still long enough for me to take a picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;His name is Caderyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He is two years and ten months old- crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He NEVER stops talking. E.V.E.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He still loves trucks, trains, planes and any kind of rescue machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He loves watching movies and snuggling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He loves playing with trains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He loves reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He is learning letters and can recognize an 'E' and an 'S' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(which is pretty good considering we only started last week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Can back talk like a champion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hates time out after back talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Has a temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Has a sweet, sweet side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just wants people to play cars or trains with him all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Loves to dance and jump and run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sat through church for the first time on Sunday without barely a complaint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(we did leave after communion, but that was because I didn't want to push my luck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Says the funniest things, like, "Mommy, I'm a chicken and I pooped an egg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That little snippet was from this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Still loves his Pooh Bear blankie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Is sleeping in a big boy bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Still doesn't want to potty train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Loves his great-grandparents and grandparents with all of his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Enjoyed Christmas to the fullest extent this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Has hair that won't stay down even after minute upon minute of brushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Still loves waffles with peanut butter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stalls his bed time by asking to snuggle (who can say no to that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sometimes thinks he is a dinosaur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And that is my guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7492833822458109707?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7492833822458109707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7492833822458109707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7492833822458109707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7492833822458109707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-guy.html' title='THIS GUY...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXYa0YeUAdY/TwtmfNUBErI/AAAAAAAACIk/xQ_gvIdwQU0/s72-c/cutiepie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7248801619801232377</id><published>2012-01-09T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:41:01.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I loved how this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamaandbabylove.blogspot.com/2011/04/freezer-cooking-with-slow-cooker.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;incorporated so many veggies into something that sounded so yummy. I'm not a huge veggie fan, but each of her meals sounded so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, before Christmas, I made each one of these recipes and froze them in my freezer as directed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday, I pulled out the BBQ Chicken one and let in thaw a little while we were at church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Then I threw it in my crock pot on high until 6:00 p.m. and splashed a little vegetable broth over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I served it over brown rice and thought it tasted SO yummy! It did need a little extra dash of salt and pepper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakeorbreak.com/2012/01/chocolate-chip-oatmeal-quick-bread/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+BakeOrBreak+%28Bake+or+Break%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4yNC3ybrIg/TwszrxktCYI/AAAAAAAACIU/5KJChe69HwE/s320/crockpot" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My thoughts- don't cook on high past hour 4. It did get a smidge on the mushy side. The prep time took forever with all of the cutting and storing, but its totally worth it. Just make sure you have enough time to get it all done. I would suggest like an hour free of interruptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And for dessert I made &lt;a href="http://www.bakeorbreak.com/2012/01/chocolate-chip-oatmeal-quick-bread/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+BakeOrBreak+%28Bake+or+Break%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeMXDAI26bU/Tws0Ks4HB2I/AAAAAAAACIc/bp90RXy9W4w/s1600/chchoatbr4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeMXDAI26bU/Tws0Ks4HB2I/AAAAAAAACIc/bp90RXy9W4w/s320/chchoatbr4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So good and so easy! As some of you probably know, I'm a big fan of altering recipes. This one was not intentional though. I went to add the chocolate chips (my favorite additive in the whole wide world!) and found I only had white chocolate chips. So I added those. Good news! It still tastes just as good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7248801619801232377?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7248801619801232377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7248801619801232377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7248801619801232377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7248801619801232377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-it-on-pinterest.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4yNC3ybrIg/TwszrxktCYI/AAAAAAAACIU/5KJChe69HwE/s72-c/crockpot' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-3636794469867302400</id><published>2012-01-09T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:11:39.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Books'/><title type='text'>BOOKS I'VE READ AND WHAT I'M READING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In case you're interested...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;What I've Read (Since December 12- Present):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;First Book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-UmNpJBOcQ/TwsefdP5XeI/AAAAAAAACHk/i5qqVJl5ZgI/s1600/abraham.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-UmNpJBOcQ/TwsefdP5XeI/AAAAAAAACHk/i5qqVJl5ZgI/s400/abraham.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Read this and loved it. Odd, yes, but very interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Second Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdjUyAAxo-4/Twse9bCNjfI/AAAAAAAACHs/e1Fp6-IjGHA/s1600/hunger+games.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdjUyAAxo-4/Twse9bCNjfI/AAAAAAAACHs/e1Fp6-IjGHA/s400/hunger+games.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Third Book&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gC-OvAG3tNw/Twse-QEJGCI/AAAAAAAACH0/8S74QAHpPvQ/s1600/catching-fire1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gC-OvAG3tNw/Twse-QEJGCI/AAAAAAAACH0/8S74QAHpPvQ/s400/catching-fire1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Third Book&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4zDpxQrd18/TwsfCqMi8qI/AAAAAAAACH8/97amEzbx4fI/s1600/200px-Mockingjay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4zDpxQrd18/TwsfCqMi8qI/AAAAAAAACH8/97amEzbx4fI/s400/200px-Mockingjay.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE. Sad book, but still LOVE it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And if you're still interested, here is what I am currently reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hLKwG6k5bA/TwsfbiLhjPI/AAAAAAAACIE/s2IUG0hHkWQ/s1600/the-tea-rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hLKwG6k5bA/TwsfbiLhjPI/AAAAAAAACIE/s2IUG0hHkWQ/s400/the-tea-rose.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And here is my on-deck book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlbceccCEhE/Twsfo0WXCZI/AAAAAAAACIM/EH-9HmeweTc/s1600/game+of+thrones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlbceccCEhE/Twsfo0WXCZI/AAAAAAAACIM/EH-9HmeweTc/s400/game+of+thrones.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Any other good books you want to throw my way????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-3636794469867302400?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3636794469867302400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=3636794469867302400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3636794469867302400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3636794469867302400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/books-ive-read-and-what-im-reading.html' title='BOOKS I&apos;VE READ AND WHAT I&apos;M READING'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-UmNpJBOcQ/TwsefdP5XeI/AAAAAAAACHk/i5qqVJl5ZgI/s72-c/abraham.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-5352017568601563757</id><published>2012-01-06T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:43:15.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Good Are the Words; Parenting'/><title type='text'>FRAZZLEDAZZLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPUZmltS5aM/TwcyiUfPLRI/AAAAAAAACHc/Pvq2bM7lpac/s1600/frazzled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPUZmltS5aM/TwcyiUfPLRI/AAAAAAAACHc/Pvq2bM7lpac/s320/frazzled.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This morning started off rough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I stayed up super late last night finishing my book. I just couldn't put it down and before I knew what I was doing I was on the last page and it was 12:30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My sleep wasn't restful and Caderyn had fitful dreams that kept waking me up because he would call out my name in his sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Then he woke up gagging and saying his tummy hurt. My eyes were barely open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Shortly after that he pooped and it was liquid and went EVERYWHERE. Oh lord. Vomit I can handle, but poop that leaks everywhere and sticks just makes me sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I quickly undressed him as best I could without getting poop everywhere and&amp;nbsp;plopped him in the tub while I proceeded to start laundry and scrub and scrub the&amp;nbsp;poop spots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn took this moment to throw a tantrum- probably because I wasn't paying attention to him while he wasn't feeling all that great- and threw his tub toys still in the bucket out of the tub getting toys and water everywhere. All the while screaming at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I lost my cool, I admit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So did he. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There was a bottom swat involved and then an extended period in time out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Then there was some arguing about him picking up the toys that he threw, which he refused to do, so I&amp;nbsp;picked them up and took the toys away for the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He sat in time out again because of his reaction to losing the toys&amp;nbsp;which continued until I finally just decided to put him back in his bed, turn out the lights and shut the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After five minutes, I was able to get semi-ready for work and reflect on what had happened. Caderyn's crying had subsided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I walked into the room and immediately scooped him up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I apologized for losing my temper and I told him I loved him. I rocked him, kissed his head and rubbed his back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He said he was sorry. He was frustrated. A two-year-old frustrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My heart ached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Usually Caderyn is so happy when he wakes up and we talk and talk all morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Why was this morning so different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Part of me thinks it was the poop. That must have put us both in a bad mood. That poop would have put anybody in a bad mood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But another part of me thinks Caderyn was lashing out for his Daddy being gone. I think he misses him and knows that something isn't quite right in our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sidenote: My husband moved an hour and a half away this week to start going to school full-time for a Master's in Business Administration and become an officer in ROTC. We support him one hundred percent, but we miss him very, very much during the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;As I've thought about my morning some more, I always find myself so amazed at just how perceptive my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;little man is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He misses his Dad and so does Mommy. He senses the loneliness and he himself probably feels lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But the good news is that Jeff will be home from school this weekend. He does have to drill during the days, but I know Caderyn will be particularly happy to see him tonight. There will be lots of snuggling, kissing and train playing involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This morning was just another challenge thrown my way. I am now taking time to reflect on how I acted and how Caderyn reacted (both were unfavorable) and mentally reconstruct how I need to handle a situation like that in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There will be plenty more temper tantrums. There will be plenty more chances for me to lose my cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But it will never go the same way again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am certain about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's always nice to know you can have another chance to better yourself with each new morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5352017568601563757?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5352017568601563757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5352017568601563757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5352017568601563757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5352017568601563757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/frazzledazzle.html' title='FRAZZLEDAZZLE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPUZmltS5aM/TwcyiUfPLRI/AAAAAAAACHc/Pvq2bM7lpac/s72-c/frazzled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-3557232375492254035</id><published>2012-01-05T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:18:43.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddities; Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>ODDITIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When I was pregnant with Caderyn, I never had weird cravings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sure, I had cravings (um, hello! Cupcakes and Mexican food), but nothing that was odd like dipping a pickle in peanut butter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But with this little babe, it's weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's like I want something, but I don't quite know what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I still want pizza like all of the time. But I also want veggies and fruit and cereal and water. Oh lord! One woman simply can't get enough water. I don't really want sweets. I treated myself to a blizzard after my doctor's appointment yesterday and only ate about half of it before I felt sick. Sick I tell you! This is a momentous occasion because I DO NOT let ice cream go to waste. My grandpas would surely disown me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So last night, Caderyn was in bed and my house was semi-clean and I was hungry. But I didn't know what I wanted. So I rifled through my cupboards, considered making a grilled cheese. Considered making rice. Considered ordering pizza and then remembered we're pretty broke and I shouldn't be doing that anymore. So then I grabbed a bag of sea salted veggie chips. I paused. Then I grabbed some applesauce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And you know what I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I sat on my couch and dipped every single one of those sea salted veggie chips into my applesauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And it tasted soooooooooo goooooooooooood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Who would have thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-3557232375492254035?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3557232375492254035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=3557232375492254035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3557232375492254035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3557232375492254035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/oddities.html' title='ODDITIES'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2355867351057502406</id><published>2012-01-04T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:20:30.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 in Review'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS AT THE CABIN 2011: THE CHRISTMAS TREE EDITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We alternate Christmas every year between the families. This year it was Jeff's year to be with his family and we spent our first ever Christmas up at his parents' new cabin. We shall for now call it "The Windy Vista."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nestled at the base of a mountain and overlooking prairie and grazing fields sits this secluded gem. Twenty miles from the nearest town (I think) we do nothing but lounge and play up there. If the wind doesn't knock your socks off, you can take out the ATVs, look for game, shoot bee bee guns at targets or watch the glorious sunsets and sunrises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This trip involved lots of lounging, eating, game playing and talking. But mostly eating on my part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here are my pictures from Christmas Eve. I'm hoping to get a few more pictures from family to add to my "Christmas 2011 Extravaganza!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNoT523A75M/TwUU6xm_ZTI/AAAAAAAACGk/Knj8FDh9MLE/s1600/DSC04259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNoT523A75M/TwUU6xm_ZTI/AAAAAAAACGk/Knj8FDh9MLE/s400/DSC04259.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCymflO_WSE/TwUU8I0DRaI/AAAAAAAACGs/EBVPMyIHqNA/s1600/DSC04263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCymflO_WSE/TwUU8I0DRaI/AAAAAAAACGs/EBVPMyIHqNA/s400/DSC04263.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Montana'/><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am still pregnant and growing by the minute (or at least it feel that way). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I had another doctor's appointment today. I will be 16 weeks tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Good things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Baby's heart and baby are healthy and moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am fairly healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My doctor told me I could start walking a little but that is all. Hey- I'll take any exercise over no exercise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bad things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't be *ahem* intimate *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Still have placenta previa (boo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't do anything about it until 20 weeks when I have my ultrasound. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5665575165654793414?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5665575165654793414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5665575165654793414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5665575165654793414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5665575165654793414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2820030029674618795</id><published>2012-01-04T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:03:44.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>RANDOM REDHEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I still haven't had time to upload my Christmas pictures yet. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I meant to do it last night...and then I watched &lt;em&gt;Love and Other Drugs&lt;/em&gt; and then I started reading. And we all know I'm done with everything once I pick up a book. Especially if it's a good one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, I will try and do my pictures tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But for now, here are some randoms in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYG10yhT5dA/TwSRgFtqufI/AAAAAAAACGA/Qr9MXdTFqOo/s1600/15weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYG10yhT5dA/TwSRgFtqufI/AAAAAAAACGA/Qr9MXdTFqOo/s400/15weeks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;15 weeks. My butt and belly are about the same size right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6vttzHzd8w/TwSSWaNL4PI/AAAAAAAACGM/cfTBVaO3Zrw/s1600/chchoatbr4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6vttzHzd8w/TwSSWaNL4PI/AAAAAAAACGM/cfTBVaO3Zrw/s320/chchoatbr4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I saw this on Pinterest, pinned it and then decided that Caderyn and I are going to make it tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is chocolate chip oatmeal bread and I'm drooling just thinking about how yummy this will taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakeorbreak.com/2012/01/chocolate-chip-oatmeal-quick-bread/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+BakeOrBreak+%28Bake+or+Break%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Link here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-FsPgnfNuA/TwSTVoBlEXI/AAAAAAAACGY/MZ6MlweAWbo/s320/catalinabed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/catalina-cottage-bed/?pkey=dbeds-mattresses"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; bed from his grandparents for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Except instead of the espresso, we got it in navy and I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is huge though! He looks so little in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh and me, being the great mom that I am, ordered his mattress and box spring too late and so now we have to wait until next week for them to arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, again, me being the great mom that I am, I have his old crib mattress and then every single pillow and blanket in our house on that bed for his comfort and safety (because I built a barrier wall out of pillows). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's working out okay except he gets out of the bed 5-7 times a night before he finally stays in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Little stinker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Now my biggest challenge is bedding. I want something fun, affordable and long lasting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Any suggestions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2820030029674618795?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2820030029674618795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2820030029674618795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2820030029674618795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2820030029674618795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-redhead.html' title='RANDOM REDHEAD'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYG10yhT5dA/TwSRgFtqufI/AAAAAAAACGA/Qr9MXdTFqOo/s72-c/15weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8933375902839352128</id><published>2012-01-03T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:52:17.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I haven't been all that big on resolutions. I seem to have pretty high standards for myself already and I can usually stick to them pretty darn good (helllloooo I did lose all of my 70 pound baby weight from my first child! All of it and then some). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But this year, this year seemed like a really good year to make a few resolutions and stick with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Resolution #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Make the most of our situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;What is our situation? Well my husband has officially quit his job at the newspaper and returned to grad school full time. This is scary for a number of reasons: 1. We are apart 2. We are living off of one income 3. I'm pregnant and only getting fatter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;With those scary reasons being said, I couldn't be more proud of my husband. His previous job was not good. He wasn't going anywhere and the paper he worked at was really struggling. He wasn't happy in his job AT ALL. It takes a lot of guts for someone to do what he is doing. I support him 100% in everything he does because he is always such a hard worker and has nothing but good intentions for our family. Onward and upward! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Resolution #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To stay positive no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;See the above explanation for Resolution #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Resolution #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To go to church more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am a religious person, but not enough to share it on my blog in verses or comparisons. I think my relationship with God is more private than sharing online. But, I have noticed how I miss having a special connection that I only seem to get at church. Therefore, I will try and go to church every Sunday with Caderyn or without him (sometimes a girls just gotta go alone). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Resolution #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To read more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No problem here. Since Christmas break I have already plowed through three books. &lt;em&gt;Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Killer, The Hunger Games, Catching Fire&lt;/em&gt; and last night I started the third and final book of &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt; series, &lt;em&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/em&gt;. Once this book is finished I plan on heading to the good ole' library and stocking up on some more good reads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Resolution #5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Spend more time with Caderyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I find that too often I leave him to play by himself while I work on a house project like cleaning or organizing. This all can wait until after his bed time. He and I need to read more, cook together and color lots and lots of pictures. He will be my only child for only a few more months and I want to soak up every second I can with him, just him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8933375902839352128?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8933375902839352128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8933375902839352128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8933375902839352128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8933375902839352128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='NEW YEAR&apos;S RESOLUTION'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8512113594873059956</id><published>2012-01-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:13:58.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BAAAAAAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1984802959"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well hello there! Did you miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1984802959"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I've been off the radar for some time. Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1984802959"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You see this thing called the holidays rolled into town and with that, we left town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1984802959"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We've been all over Montana. Missoula, Helena, White Sulphur and Great Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1984802959"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was so much fun, but I'm very glad to be home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1984802959"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On a very happy note. I GOT A NEW CAMERA FOR CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On a poop note: I haven't had a chance to upload the program for it on to my computer yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, y'all will have to wait and deal with my iPhone photos from the break. Most of which contain my dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEBDHq1SQP0/TwM2hvfMUhI/AAAAAAAACFU/uCS5tbTHfK8/s1600/christmas5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEBDHq1SQP0/TwM2hvfMUhI/AAAAAAAACFU/uCS5tbTHfK8/s400/christmas5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2rN8adObzc/TwM2imoBkXI/AAAAAAAACFc/rrp24aNGHiU/s1600/christmas4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2rN8adObzc/TwM2imoBkXI/AAAAAAAACFc/rrp24aNGHiU/s320/christmas4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGBnrD4wP-A/TwM2j__qDgI/AAAAAAAACFk/-uJDLmIp6Zk/s1600/christmas3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGBnrD4wP-A/TwM2j__qDgI/AAAAAAAACFk/-uJDLmIp6Zk/s400/christmas3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMfbwrUDhCU/TwM2kg_7haI/AAAAAAAACFs/tPhhJmYANLc/s1600/christmas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMfbwrUDhCU/TwM2kg_7haI/AAAAAAAACFs/tPhhJmYANLc/s400/christmas2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMq6t0NSG2w/TwM2l9ceAPI/AAAAAAAACF0/pJRGzCjMK4g/s1600/christmas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMq6t0NSG2w/TwM2l9ceAPI/AAAAAAAACF0/pJRGzCjMK4g/s320/christmas1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. A very content little boy on Christmas day watching a new Thomas the Train movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. Playing with a new train set from Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. Trying to get Lucy off of my bed at the Grandparents on New Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. The New Years aftermath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. This dog got SO spoiled over the break. She was snuggled and walked and very loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8512113594873059956?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8512113594873059956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8512113594873059956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8512113594873059956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8512113594873059956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-baaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;M BAAAAAAAAACK!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEBDHq1SQP0/TwM2hvfMUhI/AAAAAAAACFU/uCS5tbTHfK8/s72-c/christmas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-5686116876284921895</id><published>2011-12-19T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:35:47.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>Random Redhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nothing amazing today peeps. I've got work to finish and an Ugly Sweater Party to host. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Today you'll get the usual "these are the spectabulous pictures on my iPhone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEjMcczMO8M/Tu-fCseYVxI/AAAAAAAACEk/2VCfflniP7k/s1600/breakfastfordinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEjMcczMO8M/Tu-fCseYVxI/AAAAAAAACEk/2VCfflniP7k/s400/breakfastfordinner.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A food post? You bet. The common, go-to meal with me is breakfast for dinner. Some nights its just too hard to think about making some great and grand culinary feast that the boys probably won't like anyways. So last night was one of those nights and I actually made homemade waffles with sausage and strawberries. Not gonna lie. They were suuuuuuuper goooooood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And now for your viewing enjoyment, here are are series of photos I shall title: That Lazy Corgi of Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TukuLrwJfxY/Tu-fEvWjsyI/AAAAAAAACEs/WlqbTIwQm3U/s1600/lazycorgi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TukuLrwJfxY/Tu-fEvWjsyI/AAAAAAAACEs/WlqbTIwQm3U/s400/lazycorgi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Photo 1: That Lazy Corgi of Mine refuses to move from her father's side of the bed. Gives evil stare instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lF_Yd0pxTAQ/Tu-fGQ_4avI/AAAAAAAACE0/nn0mj5J7FiI/s1600/lazycorgi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lF_Yd0pxTAQ/Tu-fGQ_4avI/AAAAAAAACE0/nn0mj5J7FiI/s400/lazycorgi2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Photo 2: That Lazy Corgi of Mine pretends she doesn't hear me hollering at her to get off the couch. She instead rolls on to her back and falls asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-az5KyGWUkds/Tu-fH2jRC7I/AAAAAAAACE8/Zm0V7-bBvvo/s1600/lazycorgi3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-az5KyGWUkds/Tu-fH2jRC7I/AAAAAAAACE8/Zm0V7-bBvvo/s400/lazycorgi3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Photo 3: That Lazy Corgi of Mine stole my spot on the couch. If you look closely, it appears that she is clinging to that spot for dear life. Well, it's true. She was. I couldn't get her to let go of that blanket or that spot all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lazy Corgi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5686116876284921895?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5686116876284921895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5686116876284921895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5686116876284921895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5686116876284921895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-redhead_19.html' title='Random Redhead'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEjMcczMO8M/Tu-fCseYVxI/AAAAAAAACEk/2VCfflniP7k/s72-c/breakfastfordinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8567124498533951425</id><published>2011-12-17T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:10:45.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Books'/><title type='text'>BUY BOOKS NOT NOOKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After I accomplish something big, I sometimes like to give myself a little reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For example, when I took my final on Monday and knew I'd done a great job, I scheduled a prenatal massage. When I graduated from college in 2007, I got married. No big deal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So this whole "taking it easy and bed rest most of the time" thing just really isn't my cup of tea. I like to be active. I like to workout and I HATE sitting still. I'm the most antsy, fidgety person if I have to sit still for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But, Dr's orders this time. And, I do notice how tired my body is. For example, yesterday I took Caderyn to Costco and Target. I was careful and slow and really tried to listen to my body. Boy&amp;nbsp;did I get sore quickly and my energy level went down so fast. I promptly came home, put the little guy to bed and camped out on the couch. This placenta previa thing is exhausting and really uncomfortable. I find myself napping at least once a day and I'm constantly thirsty, thirsty, thirsty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Such a difference in pregnancies. With Caderyn, I had energy for miles and then collapsed into bed at night. This one is tiring all day. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, anywhoooo, the point of my story is that since this has been going on and I've been confined to my house so much, I decided I needed to give myself a little reward for trying to take care of my body and baby. I would be doing this anyway, but of course, now it is of extreme importance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well yesterday this gal bought herself a new book to read. Y'all know I love to read. This semester I haven't really been able to read for fun because of school and everything else that's been going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(Ok. This isn't true. I read World War Z two weeks ago- but that was more of the "I'm so done with school and I just don't care anymore," rebellion and whining.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Abraham-Lincoln-Vampire-Seth-Grahame-Smith/dp/0446563080"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. Just saying it makes me laugh, but I started it today and I'm already very intrigued. I heard it was really good! On deck is that next book in the Diana Gabaldon series I've been reading...I think it is The Fiery Cross. Hopefully that will get me through Christmas and I'll have gotten some of new books I asked for. I'm not a Kindle kind of girl. I love the way a book feels in my hands, the smell of new or old pages and the sound of a page turning as you come one step closer to the end or go just a little further into the story. One day (in my dreams), I will have a sitting room/library filled with books upon books. Ahhh that sounds delicious, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Happy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dEf3mUiS2U/Tu09dyQkBBI/AAAAAAAACEc/60r596q0aLc/s1600/funny-pictures-fat-cat-ate-book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dEf3mUiS2U/Tu09dyQkBBI/AAAAAAAACEc/60r596q0aLc/s400/funny-pictures-fat-cat-ate-book.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8567124498533951425?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8567124498533951425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8567124498533951425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8567124498533951425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8567124498533951425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/buy-books-not-nooks.html' title='BUY BOOKS NOT NOOKS!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dEf3mUiS2U/Tu09dyQkBBI/AAAAAAAACEc/60r596q0aLc/s72-c/funny-pictures-fat-cat-ate-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-6156732263189531614</id><published>2011-12-16T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T17:10:57.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the mouths of babes'/><title type='text'>FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Still not making much ground in the potty training department, Caderyn is over by the couch, grunting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me: Caderyn are you pooping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn: No. Nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me: Caderyn! Are you pooping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn: No. I'm taking a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Interesting. I don't know many people that can poop in their sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6156732263189531614?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6156732263189531614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6156732263189531614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6156732263189531614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6156732263189531614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-mouth-of-babes.html' title='FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7321827738318083421</id><published>2011-12-16T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:32:26.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>WANT TO SEE SOMETHING REALLY SUPER CUTE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhbmWfLr9iw/TuuOiOBRY7I/AAAAAAAACEU/TVOI4_QcaiU/s1600/BABYFEET.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhbmWfLr9iw/TuuOiOBRY7I/AAAAAAAACEU/TVOI4_QcaiU/s400/BABYFEET.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Our baby's butt, legs and toes. Look at those little feetsies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7321827738318083421?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7321827738318083421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7321827738318083421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7321827738318083421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7321827738318083421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/want-to-see-something-really-super-cute.html' title='WANT TO SEE SOMETHING REALLY SUPER CUTE?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhbmWfLr9iw/TuuOiOBRY7I/AAAAAAAACEU/TVOI4_QcaiU/s72-c/BABYFEET.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2554812913410803791</id><published>2011-12-16T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:25:48.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing to see here; Montana; Welsh Corgi'/><title type='text'>NOTHING TO SEE HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqRrquRwlU0/TuuM08zoaqI/AAAAAAAACEE/qZ0E2jp_ah8/s1600/caughtlucy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqRrquRwlU0/TuuM08zoaqI/AAAAAAAACEE/qZ0E2jp_ah8/s400/caughtlucy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just another Corgi thinking she owns her mom's side of the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When I tried to move her she gave me a "I'm tough" growl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sheesh...what a B(I won't say the rest of this word, but I'm sure you all know it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2554812913410803791?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2554812913410803791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2554812913410803791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2554812913410803791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2554812913410803791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing-to-see-here.html' title='NOTHING TO SEE HERE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqRrquRwlU0/TuuM08zoaqI/AAAAAAAACEE/qZ0E2jp_ah8/s72-c/caughtlucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-612701144410717926</id><published>2011-12-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:30:10.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A CONFESSION AND THURSDAY THREADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sometimes when I get an email update telling me someone new is following me on Pinterest, I want to use my best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLvIFRNbqOs"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gollum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; voice and say, "Yes, yes. Follow me my precious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also, I'm not feeling too terribly well today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My body hurts and I've had a migraine that kept making me puke most of the night (1:30 a.m. and 4:15 a.m. it was greeeeeeat). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But enough whine...I don't have any cheese to go with it...eh, eh? You get it? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here is a really lame Thursday Threads post. But I figured it's better than nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn3afEDKDM0/Tuo7OwvqKEI/AAAAAAAACD8/sMkX0K587uA/s1600/12+week+bump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn3afEDKDM0/Tuo7OwvqKEI/AAAAAAAACD8/sMkX0K587uA/s320/12+week+bump.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This was taken from my iPhone before we went to my work Christmas Party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I got this dress last year from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downeastbasics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;DownEast Basics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love this store. It is very affordable and the clothes are so comfy. I think this dress was only $40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I can't find it online anymore and&amp;nbsp;I know the picture isn't that great so I will describe it for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is a deep chocolate color with the wrinkle ruching. Funny story. I&amp;nbsp;put the dress on and Jeff says,"I think you really need to iron that dress before you wear it out." But silly Jeffrey! That's how the dress is supposed to look. It has a belt that ties around the waist and then the shoulders through the collarbone area is all done in chocolate colored sequins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Very pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My shoes were a nude Steve Madden heel that I got for $25 at Dillards in an after Christmas sale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysilpada.com/sites/public/content/jewelry/productList.jsf"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;gold earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; from Silpada and some bangles I got from Express. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I got tons of compliments from co-workers on my dress and the bump so I think the overall look was a success!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;P.S. Look how awesome my tree star looks in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-612701144410717926?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/612701144410717926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=612701144410717926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/612701144410717926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/612701144410717926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/confession-and-thursday-threads.html' title='A CONFESSION AND THURSDAY THREADS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn3afEDKDM0/Tuo7OwvqKEI/AAAAAAAACD8/sMkX0K587uA/s72-c/12+week+bump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-4451044831662772804</id><published>2011-12-14T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:08:00.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>BUT ON A POSITIVE NOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since yesterday's post was a little gloomy, here is a much happier post today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Isn't this the most precious thing ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This baby TOTALLY has my son's nose. And I firmly believe that these are the cutest of all noses in the entire world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFUgjIPrOsI/TujXz1jdjFI/AAAAAAAACDw/iz2wFms9qzk/s1600/BABY+WINDMUELLER+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFUgjIPrOsI/TujXz1jdjFI/AAAAAAAACDw/iz2wFms9qzk/s400/BABY+WINDMUELLER+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-4451044831662772804?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4451044831662772804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=4451044831662772804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4451044831662772804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4451044831662772804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/but-on-positive-note.html' title='BUT ON A POSITIVE NOTE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFUgjIPrOsI/TujXz1jdjFI/AAAAAAAACDw/iz2wFms9qzk/s72-c/BABY+WINDMUELLER+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-6088483642110178689</id><published>2011-12-13T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:12:37.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complications;'/><title type='text'>GRAPHIC NATURE POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I really am beginning to think that this baby is a girl because she is being SO dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday was like any other day. I went to work, I took my final for class, I got Caderyn from daycare, I made dinner and then I got a prenatal massage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I came home so relaxed and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was getting ready to take Miss Princess Fluffykins (aka Lucy) for a walk around the block when I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I did my business and noticed (CAREFUL HERE THIS IS GRAPHIC) there was some blood. I instantly grounded myself to the couch, resolving to monitor my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It got a little better as I moved less and drank more water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I woke up to go to the bathroom around 3:30 a.m. and after what I saw immediately called the Emergency Room. I talked to a few nurses who advised me to monitor my blood loss over the next hour. If it maintained, they told me to come in first thing in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I called my doctor first thing, watching the clock with every passing second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They, again, put me on bed rest and bumped up my ultrasound appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ultrasound appointment revealed THE CUTEST LITTLE BABY EVER with cute little feet and hands and a high heart beat (girl?). But also revealed that I have placental previa. This is basically where the placenta is covering my cervix. In my case, it is scraping up against my cervix and that's where they believe the bleeding is coming from. They told me at the moment, it's not of too much concern, but to monitor the blood loss if it continues and communicate that with them. As we go along more, if this problem does not eventually correct itself, then I become a very high candidate for a C-section. I don't want this. But if this is what it takes to ensure both of our safety, obviously, we will do what it takes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The problem with the Internet these days is that there is too much information out there to freak people like me out. I spent about five minutes looking through what the Internet had to offer me on placental previa and I and trying not to lose my cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Everything will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It has to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This baby and I are an essential part of this family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So today, I am taking it easy and thinking calming thoughts while I wait, yet again, to hear back from my doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tomorrow I will go to work and all will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;All will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;If I can get my act together I'm going to put some pictures of the world's cutest 13-week fetus online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This pregnancy is so much different that my first one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6088483642110178689?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6088483642110178689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6088483642110178689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6088483642110178689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6088483642110178689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/graphic-nature-post.html' title='GRAPHIC NATURE POST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7790350778488949821</id><published>2011-12-12T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:43:53.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 in Review'/><title type='text'>2011 IN REVIEW AND A BUMPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well Good Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Today is a busy day here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I have my final for my class today. I will be so glad when that beast is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am celebrating by having a prenatal massage tonight. I can hardly wait. I am so very sore these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On another note, I am glad this year is almost over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This year has been an exhausting one for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here is my 2011 Year in Review...beware this will probably be a long one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;January was a time of BIG change in our family. Jeff resigned his position as sports editor at the newspaper and joined the National Guard. He left on January 17 for three and a half months of basic training. They sent him&amp;nbsp;away and we were only allowed to talk three times on the phone. We did send each other lots of letters. Caderyn got Cars slippers and I experienced single-parenthood in all of its gloriousness and pitfalls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The month of LOOOVE. I traveled occasionally to keep my mind off of the loneliness. I reflected a lot on that loneliness and how lucky I was to have Jeff and Caderyn and all of my wonderful family in my life. Caderyn and I started baking together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My month of birth. The day when I emerged into the late 20s scene by turning 26. I threw myself a very fun party with lots of food, drinks, friends and jewelry. I reached my weight loss goal! I dropped all of the baby weight I had gained. I celebrated by eating a cupcake. Lucy got very sick and made my house look like a crime scene. I cut my hair and my parents came to visit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jefferson finally made it home. I booked a trip to Phoenix. Jeff and I had a romantic date weekend. We dyed Easter Eggs and went to Great Falls for Easter. Jeff and I started talking about having another baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I went to Phoenix and saw my cousin's band, The Fleet Foxes, play. Awesome! Osama bin Laden died. The weather started to get nice...and then it snowed again. Caderyn's verbal really exploded and he hasn't stopped talking since. I contracted MRSA and started my 24/7 work schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Potty training began (and is still going). The wonderful season of garage sales started. Jeff turned 28. We participated in the Governor's Cup and Caderyn ran the entire mile. My parents made it up here for their summer vacation- yay! I started Thursday Threads. I still had MRSA. I rarely saw Caderyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I still had MRSA. We went to Holter Lake for the 4th of July and Caderyn experienced his first accident requiring stitches. He was very brave. We took family pictures. I read lots of books. My brother was here. We booked our trip to San Jose for Jeff's sister's wedding and an anniversary trip to San Fran. Bryanna came to visit. Jeff and I went to a wedding and we also got to&amp;nbsp;go to Flathead Lake for a day. We boarded our flight to San Jose and Caderyn could hardly contain his excitement of getting on the plane. He loved every second of it. We made it to San Jose and had a whirlwind time of fun and festivities. Rarely saw my son until the end of July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We went to San Fran for our 4th wedding anniversary. Caderyn started saying some pretty funny stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My work schedule slowed down and I got to spend more time with my son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Work started to pick up again and I started my class. Lucy was NOT a lady. Caderyn got sick and we had to do lots of breathing treatments. Went to Great Falls for my cousins baby shower. I fell in love with Thor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Work got even busier. I started sticking it to Pinterest. We found out we were pregnant. Kept it a secret. I went to Phoenix and told my parents. Got back from Phoenix and got super sick. Was told I was having a miscarriage. Then I was told&amp;nbsp;I wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was still really sick. Then they couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I got worse. Then they figured out what was wrong with me and put me on antibiotics and bed rest. I got better. And we were officially pregnant. Yay. It snowed. I brought out the tights and snow boots. We went to Great Falls for Thanksgiving and had a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;December. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pregnant. Excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On to 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This year will also be a year of big changes for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeff is going back to school in January. FULL TIME. He is resigning at the paper (trust me, this is a goooood thing) and going to the University of Montana to get his Master's in Business Administration. He will be there 2-3 years and will also be doing ROTC. Once he graduates from both the school of Business and ROTC, he will have a Master's AND an officer title. So, this is a big change for us. We've talked and talked about it until we're blue in the face. It will be hard. I am not going with Jeff (at the moment). It doesn't make sense to close off both of our incomes and just up and move. We have expenses that need to be paid. If, in time, I do find a job that is suitable, then we will consider moving. For now, we will be long distance. Seeing Jeff every chance we get. Some people might think we're crazy, but we really feel now is the time for Jeff to do this. The career he has now isn't going anywhere and he does not like his job. He has my support 100 percent in this and that is all that matters. Our marriage is strong and the goal is clear. We will get through this and on to the next stage of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Another big change will be the new addition to our family in June. I am nervous, but excited. We will no longer be a family of three, but a family of four. That just sounds very complete to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;P.S. I still think it's a girl. We get to schedule out boy/girl appointment tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2011, you were exhausting but fun. I'm glad you are nearly gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2012, you already sound like you will be exhausting, but I'm ready for you. Bring it on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here is your weekly bumpdate. Me, 12-weeks, and ready for my work Christmas Par-tay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7zggpKlZzI/TuYvhv8xuuI/AAAAAAAACDo/vSuZwtaN8rY/s1600/12+week+bump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7zggpKlZzI/TuYvhv8xuuI/AAAAAAAACDo/vSuZwtaN8rY/s400/12+week+bump.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7790350778488949821?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7790350778488949821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7790350778488949821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7790350778488949821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7790350778488949821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-in-review-and-bumpdate.html' title='2011 IN REVIEW AND A BUMPDATE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7zggpKlZzI/TuYvhv8xuuI/AAAAAAAACDo/vSuZwtaN8rY/s72-c/12+week+bump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-4770884911931608442</id><published>2011-12-10T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:00:02.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>ZEE CHRIIIISTMAS TREEEE (SAY IT IN A FRENCH ACCENT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZROt6ezPTQM/TuBIbBX64jI/AAAAAAAACC4/Trn9xgqZziw/s1600/DSC04236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZROt6ezPTQM/TuBIbBX64jI/AAAAAAAACC4/Trn9xgqZziw/s400/DSC04236.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0skF-aRTZ8/TuBIcjpndOI/AAAAAAAACDA/IyURQ1Fc9cU/s1600/DSC04240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0skF-aRTZ8/TuBIcjpndOI/AAAAAAAACDA/IyURQ1Fc9cU/s400/DSC04240.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Our little ole' six foot tree was given to us by my grandparents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's very loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It may not be a seven foot beauty full of thousands of lights, but I can't help but think it gets prettier with each new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-4770884911931608442?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4770884911931608442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=4770884911931608442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4770884911931608442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4770884911931608442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/zee-chriiiistmas-treeee-say-it-in.html' title='ZEE CHRIIIISTMAS TREEEE (SAY IT IN A FRENCH ACCENT)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZROt6ezPTQM/TuBIbBX64jI/AAAAAAAACC4/Trn9xgqZziw/s72-c/DSC04236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-483245624859214192</id><published>2011-12-09T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T09:58:14.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;MAN, I am getting pretty crafty these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here is another (non-food, hooray) little doozy I found on Pinterest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love it. I have these in all of my large windows. They are just so very festive and make me happy to look at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;All I did was buy some balls (heehee) and ribbon and then attach it to my window shutters. I had some extra balls (heehee) left over so I used them around different rooms in our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;VOILA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lsYipiLkAM/TuBIO5Na-6I/AAAAAAAACCg/VlT456vU1ZI/s1600/DSC04228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lsYipiLkAM/TuBIO5Na-6I/AAAAAAAACCg/VlT456vU1ZI/s400/DSC04228.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hnMeFPuLgI/TuBIQP_-KHI/AAAAAAAACCo/jtNvE9qcrgw/s1600/DSC04229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hnMeFPuLgI/TuBIQP_-KHI/AAAAAAAACCo/jtNvE9qcrgw/s400/DSC04229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdWoXsSbgUE/TuBIRRLtzGI/AAAAAAAACCw/6yzlDzABzzw/s1600/DSC04230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdWoXsSbgUE/TuBIRRLtzGI/AAAAAAAACCw/6yzlDzABzzw/s400/DSC04230.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-483245624859214192?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/483245624859214192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=483245624859214192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/483245624859214192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/483245624859214192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-saw-it-on-pinterest_09.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lsYipiLkAM/TuBIO5Na-6I/AAAAAAAACCg/VlT456vU1ZI/s72-c/DSC04228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2469499645079649045</id><published>2011-12-08T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:18:36.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bumpdate'/><title type='text'>THURSDAY THREADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dear Lisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Please stop having a sore throat and come take my pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeff just isn't cutting it as a photog and I think I'm going to have to let him go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I had enough energy and time this week to pose for an outfit post. But, looking at these pictures and how chubby my face is getting...I might reconsider until after baby #2 is born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Love this outfit. Love that it still fits my expanding belly and butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IGk9xgy6Wo/TuBIpu3hgcI/AAAAAAAACDI/xv7lla_uZn0/s1600/DSC04244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IGk9xgy6Wo/TuBIpu3hgcI/AAAAAAAACDI/xv7lla_uZn0/s320/DSC04244.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxQ4pR7HgvA/TuBIq9r4CYI/AAAAAAAACDQ/UEmKIpUNlmE/s1600/DSC04245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxQ4pR7HgvA/TuBIq9r4CYI/AAAAAAAACDQ/UEmKIpUNlmE/s400/DSC04245.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uELmogTS4ss/TuBIsNgvahI/AAAAAAAACDY/uJHrWgOw4Z4/s1600/DSC04246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uELmogTS4ss/TuBIsNgvahI/AAAAAAAACDY/uJHrWgOw4Z4/s400/DSC04246.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCGhgKO79iM/TuBItUQTloI/AAAAAAAACDg/K3RUKtot9wo/s1600/DSC04247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCGhgKO79iM/TuBItUQTloI/AAAAAAAACDg/K3RUKtot9wo/s400/DSC04247.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Brown shirt: The Limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tan and maroon skirt: The Limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tights: Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boots: Herbergers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Earrings (which you can never see because of my crazy hair): Silpada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also, for those of your interested, I'm 12-weeks today! Almost seeing the light at the end of the first trimester!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Little bean is 2 1/4 inches long and weighs 1/2 ounce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;About the size of a lime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Little bean's tissues and organs have begun to grow and mature rapidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bean's face is starting to form more and more each day. The big thing Bean is working on this&amp;nbsp;this week is reflexes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm feeling pretty good. I really only had that one awful day of all day sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Other than that I've had moments when I feel really yucky, but it passes after I eat a snack, drink some water or go for a walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My energy levels are up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I can still fall asleep on cue, but&amp;nbsp;I now have motivation to clean my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Food aversions: None at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cravings: Oranges, strawberries, water, pizza, peppermint ice cream with hot fudge (but I've been very good). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also, my belly has popped. My doctor laughed at my appointment on Tuesday because I was telling her how I went to bed one night able to sleep on my stomach and woke up the next morning and all my clothes were tighter and it looked like I had a gut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We have an ultrasound on Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2469499645079649045?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2469499645079649045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2469499645079649045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2469499645079649045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2469499645079649045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/thursday-threads.html' title='THURSDAY THREADS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IGk9xgy6Wo/TuBIpu3hgcI/AAAAAAAACDI/xv7lla_uZn0/s72-c/DSC04244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-613838122908046165</id><published>2011-12-07T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:03:18.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana; What Good Are the Words; Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>CHILLING WITH SANTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The soldier hubster had drill last weekend. So, to kill some time, I took the kiddo to the local carousel to see Santa, go for a ride and eat some ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn was sure a two-year-old stinker that day, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He was very excited to see Santa and told him he wanted a train table and some new trains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfqNZuav_KQ/TuBGAJTmD-I/AAAAAAAACAg/mFs-Oj1UCzY/s1600/DSC04206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfqNZuav_KQ/TuBGAJTmD-I/AAAAAAAACAg/mFs-Oj1UCzY/s400/DSC04206.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgwGmOEgS0c/TuBGBXpqH4I/AAAAAAAACAo/vbDtWRPTbzQ/s1600/DSC04207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgwGmOEgS0c/TuBGBXpqH4I/AAAAAAAACAo/vbDtWRPTbzQ/s400/DSC04207.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This kid loves candy canes and I am forever worrying about his teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IWNZcdF6w0/TuBGEIbJHnI/AAAAAAAACA4/xkT3F6MRkTE/s1600/DSC04210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IWNZcdF6w0/TuBGEIbJHnI/AAAAAAAACA4/xkT3F6MRkTE/s400/DSC04210.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9OvXcyDsq0/TuBGGd4TmxI/AAAAAAAACBA/exQk3zrChxU/s1600/DSC04211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9OvXcyDsq0/TuBGGd4TmxI/AAAAAAAACBA/exQk3zrChxU/s400/DSC04211.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After Santa, Caderyn told me he wanted to ride the carousel. Since this little guy gets so many ear infections, we think it has had some odd effect on his equilibrium. He usually is terrified of the carousel. So I was surprised he wanted to go for a ride. We started off riding on a fish, but then I think the ear thing started to kick in, so we moved to a tea cup. He loved this and stayed calm and happy the entire ride. Total Mom Success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6cw3l35Uo/TuBGHgpCZFI/AAAAAAAACBI/wBImF2A5ZHg/s1600/DSC04212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6cw3l35Uo/TuBGHgpCZFI/AAAAAAAACBI/wBImF2A5ZHg/s320/DSC04212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SFIkNo2nDU/TuBGJMUVijI/AAAAAAAACBQ/1rBOLRHy6-w/s1600/DSC04214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SFIkNo2nDU/TuBGJMUVijI/AAAAAAAACBQ/1rBOLRHy6-w/s400/DSC04214.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fHiDXGPgg4/TuBGKhwseEI/AAAAAAAACBY/DiTFi1xBBms/s1600/DSC04215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fHiDXGPgg4/TuBGKhwseEI/AAAAAAAACBY/DiTFi1xBBms/s400/DSC04215.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBK2OlpZXs/TuBGL6YEKnI/AAAAAAAACBg/HzuXtwgAwmc/s1600/DSC04216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBK2OlpZXs/TuBGL6YEKnI/AAAAAAAACBg/HzuXtwgAwmc/s320/DSC04216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PyisWN3SS8/TuBGNk7hoyI/AAAAAAAACBo/RJQoMCOIlaA/s1600/DSC04219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PyisWN3SS8/TuBGNk7hoyI/AAAAAAAACBo/RJQoMCOIlaA/s400/DSC04219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And then we got some ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh it was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn had fun peeking over the booth to look at Santa. He did it probably five or six times and would just giggle as hard as he could.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsydvfuGFYY/TuBGQHy4KAI/AAAAAAAACBw/bvl1nef8qgE/s1600/DSC04220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsydvfuGFYY/TuBGQHy4KAI/AAAAAAAACBw/bvl1nef8qgE/s400/DSC04220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UHp3YMFvbk/TuBGRhV1xbI/AAAAAAAACB4/1uz09KE4sQo/s1600/DSC04222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UHp3YMFvbk/TuBGRhV1xbI/AAAAAAAACB4/1uz09KE4sQo/s320/DSC04222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I actually found the time to take some pictures of my son this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Those will come when I motivate myself to plug in my camera...I will work on that tonight...maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;As some of you know, Pinterest has recently become my obsession. I can proudly say I've also gotten a few other people addicted to this large pinning board of favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love it so much that I didn't want it to go to waste, so I've started challenging myself to try and recreate the majority of my pins. Now, some of these will never come to life. But I'm attempting to recreate quite a few of them. As of late, everything I've been showing has been food I've made from Pinterest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well, this weekend, I challenged myself to do something a little different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn and I made reindeer ornaments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommygaga.com/2010/11/christmas-crafts-for-kids-reindeer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; I pinned, and here is the example picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb7ZWObC5s4/TtzykpHTpxI/AAAAAAAACAQ/-XqE6cjuUAE/s1600/handshaped_reindeer_ornaments.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb7ZWObC5s4/TtzykpHTpxI/AAAAAAAACAQ/-XqE6cjuUAE/s400/handshaped_reindeer_ornaments.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cute, huh!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn had a lot of fun making these ornaments and we are still making them since he has decided he wants lots of other people to have ornaments he has made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here is our finished product, proudly hanging from a Caderyn height spot on our Christmas tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_KhcxIAaig/Ttzy04yDO6I/AAAAAAAACAY/Nafg3yc24AU/s1600/reindeer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_KhcxIAaig/Ttzy04yDO6I/AAAAAAAACAY/Nafg3yc24AU/s400/reindeer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I couldn't figure out how to rotate the picture, so you'll just have to use your imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cute, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6369737357124471723?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6369737357124471723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6369737357124471723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6369737357124471723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6369737357124471723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-saw-it-on-pinterest_05.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb7ZWObC5s4/TtzykpHTpxI/AAAAAAAACAQ/-XqE6cjuUAE/s72-c/handshaped_reindeer_ornaments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7228545061740017114</id><published>2011-12-02T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:21:29.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last night for dinner, I made this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsztbmxn4ow/Ttj4VpHtu3I/AAAAAAAAB_4/JlP21eHKnZM/s1600/chickenenchiladapasta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsztbmxn4ow/Ttj4VpHtu3I/AAAAAAAAB_4/JlP21eHKnZM/s400/chickenenchiladapasta.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Only mine wasn't as pretty- behold:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-H2tcalNhU/Ttj4bvHcBXI/AAAAAAAACAA/_jRockd32Bk/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-H2tcalNhU/Ttj4bvHcBXI/AAAAAAAACAA/_jRockd32Bk/s320/food.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This little number here is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pearls-handcuffs-happyhour.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-starsand-then-some.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Chicken Enchilada Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I thought is tasted just like chicken enchiladas. Jeff said he liked it, but it wasn't spicy enough and Caderyn thought it was too spicy. I thought it was yummy. Next time I will serve a side salad or some rice with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So how do you make this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well let me tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cook the chicken, I boiled three chicken breasts for an hour and a half and then had Jeff shred the chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Husbands are good for something, right? Touching chicken just grosses me out right now. Bleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In a soup pot or deep skillet, add 2 T of olive oil and 1 cup of diced onions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cook for 5 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Add 1 chopped red pepper and 2 cloves of minced garlic (I LOVE GARLIC). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cook for 5 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Then add 2/3 c of red enchilada sauce (I used Hatch).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;and 1 1/2 cans of green enchilada sauce (I used Hatch).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1 can of diced green chili's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1 tsp of cumin (anyone else think this smells like B.O.? But it makes everything so tasty!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1/2 tsp of salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Add shredded chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bring to a boil and let it simmer for 10 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;While letting it simmer, cook your whole wheat or regular penne pasta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After the 10 minutes is up, add 2 cups of Colby jack cheese and cook on low, stirring often to melt and mix the cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Drain your pasta and set aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Once the cheese is all mixed add the 1 cup of cour cream and remove it from the heat! If you don't the sour cream will curdle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stir, stir, stir like crazy to prevent curdling and to mix in the sour cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Once this is done add your noodles and stir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Garnish with tomatoes, avocados, cheese, olives and/or sour cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On a side note, I also tried to make these last night: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKIfLWrWDC8/Ttj6a8vL9yI/AAAAAAAACAI/8tG35krqlTA/s1600/oreos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKIfLWrWDC8/Ttj6a8vL9yI/AAAAAAAACAI/8tG35krqlTA/s320/oreos.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Seems pretty easy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well just you wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn had a rough night where there were more tears and screaming than smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In my stress, I forgot to add the sour cream the recipe called for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So now I have some sour cream-less Oreo cupcakes sitting in my fridge and I'm wondering if they're worth eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;*Sigh* all those Oreos. Wasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7228545061740017114?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7228545061740017114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7228545061740017114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7228545061740017114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7228545061740017114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-saw-it-on-pinterest.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gsztbmxn4ow/Ttj4VpHtu3I/AAAAAAAAB_4/JlP21eHKnZM/s72-c/chickenenchiladapasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8279448573237313206</id><published>2011-12-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:35:48.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>RANDOM REDHEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I like that title, don't you? I'm very random and, of course, I am a redhead. Methinks I'm going to have to use that more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I've been a little absent this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm just so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I don't even have Christmas up in our house yet and THAT JUST DEPRESSES ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On Tuesday night I fell asleep mid-text message with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;WHO DOES THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;me. i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So to calm all your nerves (I know you all been &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt;for me to post something spectabulous) here are a few iPhone pictures of what I've been doing lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Thrilling right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On Tuesday, I participated in the Festival of Trees decorating day. We've actually all been working on this tree since September, but Tuesday was THE big day it all came together. Our tree was a "Sweet Tree-t" and we had lots of fun putting it together and raising the almost $2000 worth of donations. My favorite part of the tree is our cupcake topper. I just want to eat it. Now. ﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdqY6Q80eS4/TtfxvAd1mnI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/7Owsk7p5mK4/s1600/tree1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdqY6Q80eS4/TtfxvAd1mnI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/7Owsk7p5mK4/s400/tree1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGsIi89dJFs/Ttfxw3g99UI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/B__cOYaSPxo/s1600/tree2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGsIi89dJFs/Ttfxw3g99UI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/B__cOYaSPxo/s400/tree2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lately, this dog and her photographs have been cracking me up. But none so much as this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't look into her eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She will steal your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It looks like she already nabbed Jefferson's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-td2mJtG1gvU/Ttfx0X0M4vI/AAAAAAAAB_g/7JPs0e1JCPI/s1600/laughing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-td2mJtG1gvU/Ttfx0X0M4vI/AAAAAAAAB_g/7JPs0e1JCPI/s400/laughing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I've not been much of a cook this week. This was about as culinary as I got. Butternut squash raviolis with white sauce and sausage. It was okay. It didn't knock my tastebuds out of the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QSbbTz_R_0g/Ttfx2QjxXuI/AAAAAAAAB_o/TmiRg9Hbcfo/s1600/newdinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QSbbTz_R_0g/Ttfx2QjxXuI/AAAAAAAAB_o/TmiRg9Hbcfo/s320/newdinner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Again, this dog just cracks me up. My son does too, but he never holds still long enough for a picture and Lucy just soaks up all of the attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1FVjDRMBio/Ttfx5HM_EnI/AAAAAAAAB_w/vexbN5BWwoE/s1600/lucious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1FVjDRMBio/Ttfx5HM_EnI/AAAAAAAAB_w/vexbN5BWwoE/s400/lucious.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8279448573237313206?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8279448573237313206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8279448573237313206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8279448573237313206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8279448573237313206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-redhead.html' title='RANDOM REDHEAD'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdqY6Q80eS4/TtfxvAd1mnI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/7Owsk7p5mK4/s72-c/tree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2033118628998059138</id><published>2011-11-27T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:52:56.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MT; Welsh Corgi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving 2011'/><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING VIA INSTAGRAM 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This Thanksgiving, I didn't take any pictures on the camera. Not a single one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We were too busy snuggling and eating. And eating and sleeping. Eating and shopping. And eating and watching Lifetime Christmas movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But, I did snap some classy pictures on my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, here is a collection of my Thanksgiving experience, via my random phone pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBSD_9HsC1U/TtKieEjrdGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/RfqDzDM4SBg/s1600/thanksgiving1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBSD_9HsC1U/TtKieEjrdGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/RfqDzDM4SBg/s320/thanksgiving1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lucy gets the royal treatment at my Grandparents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnximbObtcE/TtKihKFus1I/AAAAAAAAB-w/INLy7wLHaV0/s1600/thanksgiving3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnximbObtcE/TtKihKFus1I/AAAAAAAAB-w/INLy7wLHaV0/s320/thanksgiving3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsB4jM94rOw/TtKifvRyBBI/AAAAAAAAB-o/u8TwsWKD_Jc/s1600/thanksgiving2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsB4jM94rOw/TtKifvRyBBI/AAAAAAAAB-o/u8TwsWKD_Jc/s320/thanksgiving2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Making Grandma's chocolate pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hK6dYoUWOTg/TtKiitQ7qiI/AAAAAAAAB-4/J3XrvuZvh1M/s1600/thanksgiving5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hK6dYoUWOTg/TtKiitQ7qiI/AAAAAAAAB-4/J3XrvuZvh1M/s320/thanksgiving5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sticker crazy after dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--V2pNAnd1tk/TtKij4-PM_I/AAAAAAAAB_A/n53vJaiUOuI/s1600/thanksgiving6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--V2pNAnd1tk/TtKij4-PM_I/AAAAAAAAB_A/n53vJaiUOuI/s320/thanksgiving6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lazy dog gets caught on my in-laws bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ_f93NEQc4/TtKilD4gSYI/AAAAAAAAB_I/DENZlbD5o5k/s1600/thanksgiving7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ_f93NEQc4/TtKilD4gSYI/AAAAAAAAB_I/DENZlbD5o5k/s320/thanksgiving7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Enjoying The Muppet Movie with Mema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2033118628998059138?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2033118628998059138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2033118628998059138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2033118628998059138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2033118628998059138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-via-instagram-2011.html' title='THANKSGIVING VIA INSTAGRAM 2011'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBSD_9HsC1U/TtKieEjrdGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/RfqDzDM4SBg/s72-c/thanksgiving1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-5714658626143141065</id><published>2011-11-24T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:59:28.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little bean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>LITTLE BEAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Little Bean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Today and every day I am SO thankful for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am thankful you are still here with me after everything we have been through so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's got to be just smooth sailing from here, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am actually feeling pretty good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I had one nasty day of being really sick with you and that's been it. I do have moments where I feel really icky or just plain ole tired like last night when I was trying to stay awake and I just couldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Your Daddy is already so used to having to wake me up from the couch so I can just collapse again into bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We are 10 weeks today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Unlike other mother's who are comfortable and confident in sharing their pregnancy weight gain, I am not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I will not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I will say I am still in my regular clothes. My jeans are a little snug in the tummy area and I've noticed I can't wear certain tight shirts because of the little pooch you have created. It's definitely true with the second one, you show a little sooner. I may not look full on pregnant, but I definitely notice I can't suck parts of my stomach in anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am noticing I'm not as bloated with you as I was with your brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wonder if a lot of this has to be with healthier eating, drinking more water and working out routinely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cravings: Pizza like a crazy person! Oranges. Strawberries. Water. Milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aversions: left overs. They smell weird. Macaroni and Cheese (which is weird because I ate so much of it with your brother). Not really into sweets. I still eat them, but its not really what I want. Let's hope it stays this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I can usually sleep with you like a champ until around 4:00 a.m. and then I'm up and uncomfortable and have to move out to the couch and my heating pad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Recently, it has become uncomfortable to sleep on my tummy. Dang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5714658626143141065?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5714658626143141065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5714658626143141065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5714658626143141065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5714658626143141065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-bean.html' title='LITTLE BEAN'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-6625020233274248250</id><published>2011-11-24T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:56:38.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana;'/><title type='text'>THURSDAY THREADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know you're all wondering about this, and the fact of the matter is, yes, I have no make up on in this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love no make up days, and sometimes I even let myself be photographed without makeup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;GASP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKlFGL3hcfA/TsXqPxMTiII/AAAAAAAAB7I/HczpYiyMPFw/s1600/DSC04171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKlFGL3hcfA/TsXqPxMTiII/AAAAAAAAB7I/HczpYiyMPFw/s400/DSC04171.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6dnJaI5_M8/TsXqUCxNEPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/4lxDX3lkbhM/s400/DSC04176.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dress: I got this in October from TJ Maxx for $35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tights: Target $8.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Boots: Keen, red. $140 These were a birthday present and I so, so very much love them with all of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Earrings: Silpada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6625020233274248250?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6625020233274248250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6625020233274248250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6625020233274248250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6625020233274248250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-threads_24.html' title='THURSDAY THREADS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKlFGL3hcfA/TsXqPxMTiII/AAAAAAAAB7I/HczpYiyMPFw/s72-c/DSC04171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7075386133882196570</id><published>2011-11-23T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:55:57.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>I SAW IT ON PINTEREST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTDlwnms870/Ts0iDyHeiYI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fExncaICqNc/s1600/creamcheesechick" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTDlwnms870/Ts0iDyHeiYI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fExncaICqNc/s400/creamcheesechick" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/05/crockpot-cream-cheese-chicken-recipe.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last night we had some friends over to celebrate a birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since I'm feeling pretty good these days, I was itching to try a new recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I grabbed this because I thought it looked tasty and would go really well on a cold, winter's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The ingredients are few and its a crockpot dinner so I LOVE that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Any excuse I have to use my crock pot and look like a master chef extraordinaire, I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, for four people, I put in four chicken breasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2 cans of cream of mushroom soup (low sodium).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2 T of Italian seasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1/2 t of celery seed- BUT I couldn't find this anywhere so I used celery flakes. I didn't notice anything different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1T of onion powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1 T sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1/4 t pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1 t salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;mince 2 cloves of garlic. I love garlic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Add that all together and based on when you are serving dinner, set the crock pot on low or high so that it cooks thoroughly. I cooked mine on low from 8:30 until 1:00 p.m. and then left it on warm until 4:00 p.m. and then put it back on low. My crock pot is a cooking beast and if I had just left it on all day until 6:00 p.m. the meal would have burnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When you are 30 minutes from eating, bring out a block of cream cheese and add it. Turn the crock pot on high for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally so it gets mixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Serve over rice or noodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;IT WAS DELICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It is very heavy, but very good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I served it with bread sticks and asparagus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For dessert I made a pizzookie. A pizza cookie and we put ice cream on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;UM, yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7075386133882196570?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7075386133882196570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7075386133882196570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7075386133882196570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7075386133882196570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-saw-it-on-pinterest.html' title='I SAW IT ON PINTEREST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTDlwnms870/Ts0iDyHeiYI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fExncaICqNc/s72-c/creamcheesechick' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1030244301960805253</id><published>2011-11-22T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:59:56.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana; Lucy; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>WELCOMING WINTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last Wednesday through Friday, we got dumped on with snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's always exciting, this first big snow of the season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn was especially excited and kept trying to walk in the snow without his snow boots on, only to get snow down his shoes and socks. Cold feet= cranky Caderyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So on Saturday, with the snow pack fresh and powdery, we all bundled up and went outside to play together in the yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn finally got to try on his new snow suit that I scored at a garage sale for $10. This baby is a Land's End snow suit and those things are pricey, but oh so amazing! I consider this and my SpotBot the best garage sale deals of my summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn got a new sled that he loved pulling around the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He and his Daddy also made some snowballs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3D7ccE_8Rss/Tsp_EumI7YI/AAAAAAAAB8g/abxvTUgD8rw/s1600/DSC04188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3D7ccE_8Rss/Tsp_EumI7YI/AAAAAAAAB8g/abxvTUgD8rw/s400/DSC04188.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kozu4RoMQgU/Tsp_GhuNocI/AAAAAAAAB8o/hzzcsMBpEoo/s1600/DSC04189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kozu4RoMQgU/Tsp_GhuNocI/AAAAAAAAB8o/hzzcsMBpEoo/s400/DSC04189.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtfxFWv6gmA/Tsp_H9DX16I/AAAAAAAAB8w/i_PvnqWv4Cs/s1600/DSC04192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtfxFWv6gmA/Tsp_H9DX16I/AAAAAAAAB8w/i_PvnqWv4Cs/s400/DSC04192.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y4Zkn2x5wQ/Tsp_JPveliI/AAAAAAAAB84/vxSOBhrhbiw/s1600/DSC04193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y4Zkn2x5wQ/Tsp_JPveliI/AAAAAAAAB84/vxSOBhrhbiw/s320/DSC04193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lucy thought this was the best day ever because she got to go out and bound around in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She was having so much fun she didn't even notice all of the snow or ice on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also, we couldn't find her legs in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh7pocZbEkM/Tsp_KdD_FHI/AAAAAAAAB9A/YRuUU8WO3y0/s1600/DSC04196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh7pocZbEkM/Tsp_KdD_FHI/AAAAAAAAB9A/YRuUU8WO3y0/s400/DSC04196.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_dSCtk3fl8/Tsp_LtckuOI/AAAAAAAAB9I/FLrP3QC8dHk/s1600/DSC04197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_dSCtk3fl8/Tsp_LtckuOI/AAAAAAAAB9I/FLrP3QC8dHk/s320/DSC04197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After pulling the sled around, making snowballs and watching Lucy bound around the yard like a psycho, Caderyn decided he wanted to walk all around the yard and the house making tracks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Then we went for a walk around the block before Caderyn decided he was too cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZNPJBsoqrI/Tsp_NebmyOI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2i_FsygeYG0/s400/DSC04198.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWz1inou7ug/Tsp_OuZZu6I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/G2_pr9SufwI/s1600/DSC04199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWz1inou7ug/Tsp_OuZZu6I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/G2_pr9SufwI/s400/DSC04199.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dtVuT0zy9U/Tsp_PsAtW5I/AAAAAAAAB9g/GC3GdM6fqiM/s1600/DSC04201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dtVuT0zy9U/Tsp_PsAtW5I/AAAAAAAAB9g/GC3GdM6fqiM/s400/DSC04201.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgButw2_tog/Tsp_Qx6ZtVI/AAAAAAAAB9o/_O4nFzome_E/s1600/DSC04202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgButw2_tog/Tsp_Qx6ZtVI/AAAAAAAAB9o/_O4nFzome_E/s400/DSC04202.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ia17Vg3tQmI/Tsp_TJ9hdLI/AAAAAAAAB9w/fISRfOgBCfM/s1600/DSC04203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ia17Vg3tQmI/Tsp_TJ9hdLI/AAAAAAAAB9w/fISRfOgBCfM/s400/DSC04203.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Looks chilly, huh! Well it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1030244301960805253?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1030244301960805253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1030244301960805253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1030244301960805253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1030244301960805253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/welcoming-winter.html' title='WELCOMING WINTER'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3D7ccE_8Rss/Tsp_EumI7YI/AAAAAAAAB8g/abxvTUgD8rw/s72-c/DSC04188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-6849527825453749437</id><published>2011-11-22T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:04:31.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>FOR MY PARENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Christmas is my favorite holiday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I have you two wonderful people to thank for making it my favorite holiday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You always made it so special for my brother and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udxy-DLMm-M/TsrQ-2PQT-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Yr01Qq0inQA/s1600/Eating+Guac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udxy-DLMm-M/TsrQ-2PQT-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Yr01Qq0inQA/s320/Eating+Guac.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here are some gifting ideas, in case you were wondering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Now, my Dad will protest, especially since I've been sending them list updates almost on a daily basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hey. The more informed you are the better. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. I need some new running shoes. Like really bad. I admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11024203&amp;amp;cp=4406646.4413987.4417990.4418168"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. But am absolutely in love with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=10973564&amp;amp;cp=4406646.4413987.4417990.4418168"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;THESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aren't those colors fun? P.S. I'm a size 9, but a 9.5 might be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. New headphones. I don't like the ear buds. I have very small ears and those buds just don't fit. I like the wrap-around kind. The kind that look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;biw=1680&amp;amp;bih=869&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;prmd=imvns&amp;amp;tbnid=SluYU8v1DKMUXM:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.icoste.com/22_Headphones/Hama-HK-220-Wrap-Around-Headphones.htm&amp;amp;docid=LLvScJ1a-9mZSM&amp;amp;imgurl=http://www.mymemory.co.uk/images/product_shots/12505_1209471333.jpg&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;ei=xdjKTo0RgpaJAqiS6csL&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=219&amp;amp;sig=117673068954800429318&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;tbnh=162&amp;amp;tbnw=182&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;ndsp=28&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0&amp;amp;tx=91&amp;amp;ty=54"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. A puffy vest. Brrr. These winters are cold here in Montana. I really like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenorthface.com/catalog/sc-gear/womens-jackets-vests/womens-aconcagua-vest_2.html?from=subCat&amp;amp;variationId=EY0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I also like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenorthface.com/catalog/sc-gear/womens-jackets-vests/women-39-s-thunder-vest.html?from=subCat&amp;amp;variationId=EY3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. A new camera. Maybe. You don't have to, but if you're really grappling... this would be sweet. I don't need a fancy schmancy camera. I don't do professional photography all that much. I would just like one like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Nikon-Coolpix-S4100-14MP-Digital-Camera-with-5x-Optical-Zoom-Plum/-/A-13361013"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Canon-PowerShot-Elph-300-HS-12-1MP-Camera-with-5x-Optical-Zoom-Silver/-/A-13318495"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. Perhaps an external hard drive thingy to store all of our pictures on. Dad, part of me thinks you are glowing with pride at seeing that statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;6. I need to get new foundation from Skin Chic and I always, always need moisturizer from Sephora. I use the Ole' Henricksen brand. Ask me for more details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7. I LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=keep+calm+and+carry+on&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;biw=1680&amp;amp;bih=869&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;prmd=ivns&amp;amp;tbnid=5AzOPljakfriEM:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.etsy.com/listing/5481571/keep-calm-and-carry-on-limited-edition&amp;amp;docid=lEoyhH2FW0GBCM&amp;amp;w=768&amp;amp;h=960&amp;amp;ei=nvtLTqqSBoOpsAL94bToCA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=218&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;tbnh=143&amp;amp;tbnw=126&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;ndsp=44&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:41,s:0&amp;amp;tx=65&amp;amp;ty=57"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;8. Maybe a gift card to Target or Pier 1. I would like to get a pretty lamp for the entry way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;9. A cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;10. You know the most important gift of all this Christmas is that we will be in the same state together, getting to see each other. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfVfOC6oYlA/TsvHzdl3j2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/nMIDnEzSMZk/s1600/IMG_5661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfVfOC6oYlA/TsvHzdl3j2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/nMIDnEzSMZk/s400/IMG_5661.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyIB00FCqB4/TsvH4Q9B2SI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/4kGfat91GYc/s1600/IMG_5662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyIB00FCqB4/TsvH4Q9B2SI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/4kGfat91GYc/s400/IMG_5662.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6849527825453749437?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6849527825453749437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6849527825453749437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6849527825453749437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6849527825453749437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-my-parents.html' title='FOR MY PARENTS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udxy-DLMm-M/TsrQ-2PQT-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Yr01Qq0inQA/s72-c/Eating+Guac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1985420268554540073</id><published>2011-11-21T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:26:30.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>FOR JEFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dearest Jeffy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here be my Christmas list for the 2011 season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Don't forget. You love me very much and I love you and that's why we give little gifties during this Christmas season. Your 28th season and my 26th season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. I would please, very much like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGPLw_lznXw/TsrPS_2cIWI/AAAAAAAAB94/gVpSRK6Y3nw/s1600/daisy-perfume-for-women-by-marc-jacobs-fragrances.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGPLw_lznXw/TsrPS_2cIWI/AAAAAAAAB94/gVpSRK6Y3nw/s1600/daisy-perfume-for-women-by-marc-jacobs-fragrances.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;At the moment, I am down to just a few squirts of my favorite scent. Please, please get me the BIG bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. I would like a prenatal massage from Mr. Murphy. It is $35 for an hour and a half which I think is beyond reasonable. He can be reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wellness.com/dir/1214169/massage-therapist/mt/helena/body-balance-masage-clinic"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;here﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. I would really like a manicure and pedicure from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://heralibisalon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her Alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. I like Denise. She is the only nail lady I like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Loveth you-eth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1985420268554540073?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1985420268554540073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1985420268554540073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1985420268554540073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1985420268554540073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-jeff.html' title='FOR JEFF'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGPLw_lznXw/TsrPS_2cIWI/AAAAAAAAB94/gVpSRK6Y3nw/s72-c/daisy-perfume-for-women-by-marc-jacobs-fragrances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2780094899384970803</id><published>2011-11-21T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:40:24.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing to see here; Montana; Welsh Corgi'/><title type='text'>NOTHING TO SEE HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk0lmUp_Dac/Tsp-uLa-MOI/AAAAAAAAB8I/1juh2hKBjyY/s1600/DSC04184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk0lmUp_Dac/Tsp-uLa-MOI/AAAAAAAAB8I/1juh2hKBjyY/s400/DSC04184.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YviTnPjKOkc/Tsp-wa_D1AI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/hOpKj5z-T3E/s1600/DSC04185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YviTnPjKOkc/Tsp-wa_D1AI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/hOpKj5z-T3E/s400/DSC04185.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6ODk89N-IE/Tsp-xaVnebI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/VK8zxTSlRp8/s1600/DSC04186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6ODk89N-IE/Tsp-xaVnebI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/VK8zxTSlRp8/s400/DSC04186.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just another blanket on the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Move along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2780094899384970803?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2780094899384970803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2780094899384970803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2780094899384970803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2780094899384970803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-to-see-here_21.html' title='NOTHING TO SEE HERE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk0lmUp_Dac/Tsp-uLa-MOI/AAAAAAAAB8I/1juh2hKBjyY/s72-c/DSC04184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-4966605695585375732</id><published>2011-11-18T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:22:38.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Good Are the Words; Parenting'/><title type='text'>THIS GUY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This guy, his name is Caderyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;His name means "Battle Ruler."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He is a full on two-and-a-half-year-old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He talks. All of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He throws temper tantrums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He has never ending energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He drags out his bed time as long as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He snuggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He tells us, " I miss you." When he really means, "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He is obsessed with cars and trains and trucks and helicopters and boats and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He is so, so tall. He's as tall as my hip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He loves to bake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He loves to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He loves to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He fell down in the snow two days ago and cried about his "cold owie" for twenty minutes. He was inconsolable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When we compliment him, he says, "Yes, I know, I'm handsome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When he really doesn't want to do something he tells us he's "farting." As if that would get him out of eating dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He loves going places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He constantly wants to know who is coming to visit him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday, he told me I looked like a pirate...whatever that means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iotBDj6msdE/TsXrJohUTEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/lPKf9LyDaBA/s1600/DSC04178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iotBDj6msdE/TsXrJohUTEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/lPKf9LyDaBA/s400/DSC04178.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZVT8ZGv97g/TsXrKrQYufI/AAAAAAAAB7w/qrtbyHH2JcU/s1600/DSC04179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UIk78shQ6M/TsXrMCerQNI/AAAAAAAAB74/aStgFkwhkbw/s1600/DSC04180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UIk78shQ6M/TsXrMCerQNI/AAAAAAAAB74/aStgFkwhkbw/s400/DSC04180.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELNGhYLx394/TsXrNGapZvI/AAAAAAAAB8A/WKLTZkNSKkQ/s1600/DSC04182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELNGhYLx394/TsXrNGapZvI/AAAAAAAAB8A/WKLTZkNSKkQ/s400/DSC04182.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This guy is my buddy bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-4966605695585375732?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/4966605695585375732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=4966605695585375732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4966605695585375732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/4966605695585375732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-guy.html' title='THIS GUY...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iotBDj6msdE/TsXrJohUTEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/lPKf9LyDaBA/s72-c/DSC04178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-6100283006937767793</id><published>2011-11-17T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:16:22.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Threads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>THURSDAY THREADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hey. I still have two hours left in this Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, bear with the pictures on this outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was a long day. We were all tired. The husband had five seconds to take the picture before I threated sweatpants and a t-shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBbEX1dWSy4/TsXo3WsMDcI/AAAAAAAAB6w/CM4E4_K-ZU4/s1600/DSC04166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBbEX1dWSy4/TsXo3WsMDcI/AAAAAAAAB6w/CM4E4_K-ZU4/s400/DSC04166.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me trying not to laugh as Caderyn runs around telling us he's "farting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjiKF52LpgY/TsXpJqunO9I/AAAAAAAAB64/1NE96pnKf5Q/s1600/DSC04167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjiKF52LpgY/TsXpJqunO9I/AAAAAAAAB64/1NE96pnKf5Q/s320/DSC04167.JPG" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqC0hwU2Yn0/TsXpLSBBWdI/AAAAAAAAB7A/YHDDRVDh7Ik/s1600/DSC04168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqC0hwU2Yn0/TsXpLSBBWdI/AAAAAAAAB7A/YHDDRVDh7Ik/s400/DSC04168.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Super comfy outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Green coat: Old Navy like a year and a half ago. I got this on super, super clearance for $6.99 and it was one of the best buys I've ever made.&amp;nbsp;I get so many comliments on this coat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dress: Max Studio from Nordstrom's Rack. Got this baby in October for $36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tights: Target $8.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Black suede wedges: Antonio Melani from Dillards. $80 and I love them to pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jewels: Silpada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-6100283006937767793?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/6100283006937767793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=6100283006937767793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6100283006937767793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/6100283006937767793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-threads.html' title='THURSDAY THREADS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBbEX1dWSy4/TsXo3WsMDcI/AAAAAAAAB6w/CM4E4_K-ZU4/s72-c/DSC04166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7809241767141987585</id><published>2011-11-16T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:38:15.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rehead; Montana;  What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>THAT KIND OF A DAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sf4EBBQ6T6E/TsQ7BdwQBwI/AAAAAAAAB6k/NHvI3Grgnp4/s1600/purple+tights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sf4EBBQ6T6E/TsQ7BdwQBwI/AAAAAAAAB6k/NHvI3Grgnp4/s400/purple+tights.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh yeah. It's a day for purple tights and heavy duty snow boots up here in the big M-T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Brrrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7809241767141987585?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7809241767141987585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7809241767141987585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7809241767141987585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7809241767141987585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-kind-of-day.html' title='THAT KIND OF A DAY...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sf4EBBQ6T6E/TsQ7BdwQBwI/AAAAAAAAB6k/NHvI3Grgnp4/s72-c/purple+tights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8334482000732931680</id><published>2011-11-14T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:09.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing to see here; Montana; Welsh Corgi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM-2je1cWok/TsGbsb8hYDI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/aaDM7xV3Mlg/s1600/snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM-2je1cWok/TsGbsb8hYDI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/aaDM7xV3Mlg/s400/snow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For sho'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lucy knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8334482000732931680?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8334482000732931680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8334482000732931680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8334482000732931680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8334482000732931680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM-2je1cWok/TsGbsb8hYDI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/aaDM7xV3Mlg/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-5972846419542897247</id><published>2011-11-11T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:24:11.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the mouths of babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana; What Good Are the Words; Montana'/><title type='text'>FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This was from when my mom was here last week and I'm still chucking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;*Caderyn is standing over in a corner, grunting...clearly pooping. My mom and I are accosted by the smell seconds later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me: Caderyn did you go poop in your diaper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn: Nooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me: Are you sure you didn't go poop? It is stinky over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn: No. I didn't go poop.&amp;nbsp; Mimi, did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5972846419542897247?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5972846419542897247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5972846419542897247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5972846419542897247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5972846419542897247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-mouth-of-babes.html' title='FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-5325299827773580814</id><published>2011-11-10T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:44:57.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>MEETING THE TOILET. FACE TO...BOWL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9uKN7C7zwI/TrxEuqa-l9I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/GYeS6Q9zRD8/s1600/squirreldog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9uKN7C7zwI/TrxEuqa-l9I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/GYeS6Q9zRD8/s400/squirreldog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Sarah," you ask, "Where are&amp;nbsp;your Thursday Threads?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Why have they been lacking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Why is there a picture of your dog in a squirrel costume?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Isn't that just cruel?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well, yes. It is probably cruel to put my dog in a squirrel costume when I know that she hates squirrels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But...it made me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants. Her face is priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Plus, I've had stuff going on in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/10/change.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-really-know-how-to-begin-this.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And theeeen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/bed-rest.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was all prepared yesterday to have the hubster take an outfit photo on our lunch break. It was a cute sweater/ skirt and tights combo. You all would have liked it. I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But then morning sickness happened. BIG TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And you know what? I am so thankful it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day I actually felt pregnant pregnant. My body wasn't in pain anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was wonderful and reassuring because I knew that this little beanie of a gummy bear was growing inside of me. Granted, the little beanie was being a bit dramatic about it, but I was so thankful to feel that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For the past couple weeks, all I have done is worry and worry about the little gummy bear inside of me. Its health, it's well-being etc. So yesterday, when the toilet and I met face to...er...bowl...I stopped worrying because I knew this babe was going to be just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;An interesting thing about this morning sickness bout, with Caderyn, I would get sick like maybe once a week and once it was over I was starving! Hello cupcakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;With this new pregnancy, I was sick the rest of the day and night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I literally could not eat or really drink anything. It was hard to move off the couch for fear of throwing up and I was passed out on the couch by 9:00 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I didn't even eat dinner. *GASP* This is a huge thing for me. I love to eat, and usually have to eat at the same time each day or I get CRANKY!&amp;nbsp; 7:00 a.m. breakfast&amp;nbsp; 11:30 a.m. lunch and 5:00 p.m. dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So this now leads to my next thought process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I think this baby will be a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My reasonings are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. This baby has been very dramatic in its very early 8 week existence. See the above, highlighted links. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. Only a little girl would keep me sick all day long. Like she will worry me sick for the next 18 years of her life. She's just reminding me what I'm in for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. I have an odd taste in my mouth. All of the time. Didn't have this with Caderyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. I'm not craving sweets. At. All. Which is odd because all I wanted with Caderyn were cupcakes. All I want is water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We shall see, but that's where I'm at right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I feel really good today! Good enough that I let the hubster take some outfit pictures. So, we'll have a new Thursday Threads next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-5325299827773580814?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/5325299827773580814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=5325299827773580814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5325299827773580814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/5325299827773580814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/meeting-toilet-face-tobowl.html' title='MEETING THE TOILET. FACE TO...BOWL'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9uKN7C7zwI/TrxEuqa-l9I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/GYeS6Q9zRD8/s72-c/squirreldog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7466992136921093940</id><published>2011-11-10T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:27:56.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing to see here; Montana; Welsh Corgi'/><title type='text'>NOTHING TO SEE HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hjjGhKoxM8/TriS7B_Hq6I/AAAAAAAAB6I/hQWAkt-56HQ/s1600/DSC04127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hjjGhKoxM8/TriS7B_Hq6I/AAAAAAAAB6I/hQWAkt-56HQ/s400/DSC04127.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just another piece of laundry needing to be put away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7466992136921093940?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7466992136921093940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7466992136921093940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7466992136921093940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7466992136921093940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-to-see-here.html' title='NOTHING TO SEE HERE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hjjGhKoxM8/TriS7B_Hq6I/AAAAAAAAB6I/hQWAkt-56HQ/s72-c/DSC04127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8224308092186901176</id><published>2011-11-09T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:47:22.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>I have morning sickness OR all day sickness as it should properly be labeled.&lt;br /&gt;It Stinks with a capital S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not missed morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vommed up everything I ate from the past two days (pretty sure that's how much it was) and then I ate some Mac N' Cheese. And now I&amp;nbsp;think that could be vommed up too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also fall asleep at my desk. BUT I WON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, I don't have to make dinner tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;'Cause we would have had frozen waffles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-8224308092186901176?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/8224308092186901176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=8224308092186901176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8224308092186901176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/8224308092186901176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1148624792459789762</id><published>2011-11-08T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:54:03.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My friend Lisa provided some pictures that I posted from Halloween night about a week ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here are some pictures from Halloween day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sorry they are late. Bed rest, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I picked Caderyn up from daycare early and we went to Daddy's work to get dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Our downtown does this cute trick or treat event for tots. People go all out crazy for it and this was our very first experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn didn't like this as much as he liked trick or treating at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was very overwhelming and loud and lots of odd costumes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkX8vKNwuLI/TriRaeK9GfI/AAAAAAAAB5A/P77RW6rew-g/s1600/DSC04151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkX8vKNwuLI/TriRaeK9GfI/AAAAAAAAB5A/P77RW6rew-g/s400/DSC04151.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mr. Werewolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enGf04HolK4/TriRcVBhI9I/AAAAAAAAB5I/XcMx12FOGJE/s1600/DSC04152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enGf04HolK4/TriRcVBhI9I/AAAAAAAAB5I/XcMx12FOGJE/s320/DSC04152.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ready to go with his candy bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiEjpXe4ph4/TriRdip3i5I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/b74cIXdPKFA/s1600/DSC04154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiEjpXe4ph4/TriRdip3i5I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/b74cIXdPKFA/s400/DSC04154.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Waiting for Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDEYBo-rJWk/TriRfSK7d0I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Otx5ExHUyrA/s1600/DSC04155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDEYBo-rJWk/TriRfSK7d0I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Otx5ExHUyrA/s400/DSC04155.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Growling at Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87aJZBpTkc4/TriRg9F8XvI/AAAAAAAAB5g/U2rkvJAWB_U/s1600/DSC04157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87aJZBpTkc4/TriRg9F8XvI/AAAAAAAAB5g/U2rkvJAWB_U/s400/DSC04157.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ready to get some candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7GGhDZxDg4/TriRjRnGglI/AAAAAAAAB5o/FRmvNge3y8s/s1600/DSC04158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7GGhDZxDg4/TriRjRnGglI/AAAAAAAAB5o/FRmvNge3y8s/s400/DSC04158.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLoRIftm1PY/TriRki7nxfI/AAAAAAAAB5w/a6trrgHiCeY/s1600/DSC04159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLoRIftm1PY/TriRki7nxfI/AAAAAAAAB5w/a6trrgHiCeY/s400/DSC04159.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUgk34J3wJM/TriRlxHqKxI/AAAAAAAAB54/zBFrzd1l9FQ/s1600/DSC04160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUgk34J3wJM/TriRlxHqKxI/AAAAAAAAB54/zBFrzd1l9FQ/s400/DSC04160.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Look at that lip! Someone is ready to go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1148624792459789762?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1148624792459789762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1148624792459789762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1148624792459789762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1148624792459789762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-day.html' title='HALLOWEEN DAY'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkX8vKNwuLI/TriRaeK9GfI/AAAAAAAAB5A/P77RW6rew-g/s72-c/DSC04151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-9092221003669219347</id><published>2011-11-07T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:26:14.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>ON THE EVE OF HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm late on these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But remember, I haven't been well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm on the up and up a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I have one more doctor's appointment tomorrow and hopefully I'm cleared to just be pregnant. Not pregnant on bed rest. Not pregnant with complications. Not pregnant with high risks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Without further adieu here is what we did the night before Halloween:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32QmgpwoHMQ/TriPPp86xLI/AAAAAAAAB3w/cotTN467_ro/s1600/DSC04136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32QmgpwoHMQ/TriPPp86xLI/AAAAAAAAB3w/cotTN467_ro/s400/DSC04136.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mother of the year right here. I am the mom that gave her son the &lt;em&gt;lingerie&lt;/em&gt; section of the newspaper to paint his pumpkin on. He actually painted over their bras...oh dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irp3GNIjCmk/TriPROmeHbI/AAAAAAAAB34/Wt7DIVmA9Dg/s1600/DSC04137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irp3GNIjCmk/TriPROmeHbI/AAAAAAAAB34/Wt7DIVmA9Dg/s400/DSC04137.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nRvpgJcTok/TriPSleGtdI/AAAAAAAAB4A/08_q3E-V7nY/s1600/DSC04138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nRvpgJcTok/TriPSleGtdI/AAAAAAAAB4A/08_q3E-V7nY/s400/DSC04138.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cW1D4bWYdU/TriPTlxNKgI/AAAAAAAAB4I/EIQf7BAETZ0/s1600/DSC04139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cW1D4bWYdU/TriPTlxNKgI/AAAAAAAAB4I/EIQf7BAETZ0/s320/DSC04139.JPG" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeff and I tag-team-carved a pumpkin. This was his portion. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFA30QkL7jw/TriPYCkd1uI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8v6WZDSl60c/s1600/DSC04140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFA30QkL7jw/TriPYCkd1uI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8v6WZDSl60c/s320/DSC04140.JPG" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0mXbChw4_w/TriPZ-Qad3I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/0fq_yUx8x3M/s1600/DSC04145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0mXbChw4_w/TriPZ-Qad3I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/0fq_yUx8x3M/s400/DSC04145.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpO47bkSiE/TriPa18Z5ZI/AAAAAAAAB4g/I2fS6Xvj8Fg/s1600/DSC04146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpO47bkSiE/TriPa18Z5ZI/AAAAAAAAB4g/I2fS6Xvj8Fg/s400/DSC04146.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QHqF_cU3Pc/TriPeDqIYzI/AAAAAAAAB4w/qryS3GFKfSw/s1600/DSC04148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QHqF_cU3Pc/TriPeDqIYzI/AAAAAAAAB4w/qryS3GFKfSw/s400/DSC04148.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIACPjDa4ec/TriPfylhnII/AAAAAAAAB44/CgF5v6n8s5U/s1600/DSC04150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIACPjDa4ec/TriPfylhnII/AAAAAAAAB44/CgF5v6n8s5U/s400/DSC04150.JPG" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was a very fun night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-9092221003669219347?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/9092221003669219347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=9092221003669219347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/9092221003669219347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/9092221003669219347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-eve-of-halloween.html' title='ON THE EVE OF HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32QmgpwoHMQ/TriPPp86xLI/AAAAAAAAB3w/cotTN467_ro/s72-c/DSC04136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2952544682895968047</id><published>2011-11-06T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:44:13.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>NURSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I got a new phone. I entered the "cool persons" realm of the iPhone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And so now I am entering the mobile photo realm as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hmmm, lots of realms I'm crossing in to lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Since I've been on bed rest since Thursday, Lucy has been a constant presence by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Without further adieu, I wold like to introduce you to my nursemaid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnMBgD3mM9s/TrbHCC9uaHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/cU58vGM44jc/s1600/nursemaid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnMBgD3mM9s/TrbHCC9uaHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/cU58vGM44jc/s400/nursemaid.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;With those ears she could fly around the world in a matter of seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2952544682895968047?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2952544682895968047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2952544682895968047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2952544682895968047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2952544682895968047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-i-got-new-phone.html' title='NURSE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnMBgD3mM9s/TrbHCC9uaHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/cU58vGM44jc/s72-c/nursemaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1410597965460404524</id><published>2011-11-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:14:47.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BED REST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1I7OgtL-SQ/TrXfULOlAJI/AAAAAAAAB3g/oh-EkPeCMgM/s1600/bedrest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1I7OgtL-SQ/TrXfULOlAJI/AAAAAAAAB3g/oh-EkPeCMgM/s320/bedrest.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Still on bed rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Feeling better though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My mom is here so that obviously makes everything awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1410597965460404524?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1410597965460404524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1410597965460404524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1410597965460404524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1410597965460404524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/bed-rest.html' title='BED REST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1I7OgtL-SQ/TrXfULOlAJI/AAAAAAAAB3g/oh-EkPeCMgM/s72-c/bedrest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-3587585497844407764</id><published>2011-11-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:59:26.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscarriage; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Stuff; Montana'/><title type='text'>CAUTION: THIS IS A BLOG ABOUT LADY PROBLEMS.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it feels like I just can't get a full breath. &lt;br /&gt;Like these last two weeks where every second felt dragged out. Every doctor's appointment felt like an eternity and the questions I have stretch for miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the doctor yesterday. I had another ultrasound and saw the gummy bear baby in my tummy which was AMAZING. Every time I see that little munchkin I want to cry. Then I was told my infection wasn't better, so they switched my antibiotics. I was also told they needed to cauterize something on my cervix. &lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that was one of the single worst moments of my life. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor didn't really prep me for it. She said it was just better to get it over with. &lt;br /&gt;So mid sentence she cauterized whatever it was that needed cauterization and the echos of my screams and curses rang through the hall. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit traumatized from it. &lt;br /&gt;And really, really sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also bleeding again and cramping...but I don't know if that's normal&amp;nbsp;as part of the cauterization and all of the exams I had yesterday. Part of me wants to call my doctor right now. Part of me keeps saying to relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never wanted to keep something so badly in my entire life and the fact that I have absolutely no control over any of it just terrifies me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am waiting until noon and if the bleeding stays the same I am going to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the graphic nature of this blog. I've just got to write it out so it doesn't make my head explode from thinking about it too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CZ9DOl31do/TrKr9cDHOdI/AAAAAAAAB0s/lW-sxW2WY7M/s1600/funny_women_joke-18668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CZ9DOl31do/TrKr9cDHOdI/AAAAAAAAB0s/lW-sxW2WY7M/s400/funny_women_joke-18668.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-3587585497844407764?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/3587585497844407764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=3587585497844407764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3587585497844407764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/3587585497844407764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/caution-this-is-blog-about-lady.html' title='CAUTION: THIS IS A BLOG ABOUT LADY PROBLEMS.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CZ9DOl31do/TrKr9cDHOdI/AAAAAAAAB0s/lW-sxW2WY7M/s72-c/funny_women_joke-18668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1158787498080719407</id><published>2011-11-01T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:40:47.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween; Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2011 PREVIEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwzANCcD-1E/TrB0fEL498I/AAAAAAAABuc/vYOj3NCeYhQ/s1600/CADERYNWERE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwzANCcD-1E/TrB0fEL498I/AAAAAAAABuc/vYOj3NCeYhQ/s400/CADERYNWERE.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsUz6l1w6II/TrB0ipkASkI/AAAAAAAABuk/A4WkhCet_s8/s1600/lucypumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsUz6l1w6II/TrB0ipkASkI/AAAAAAAABuk/A4WkhCet_s8/s400/lucypumpkin.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enxbkBN6maU/TrB0ljhsB4I/AAAAAAAABuw/MQENZ94mMmQ/s1600/angrypumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enxbkBN6maU/TrB0ljhsB4I/AAAAAAAABuw/MQENZ94mMmQ/s400/angrypumpkin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5QJ1JmINzM/TrB0tEAI81I/AAAAAAAABu4/AX_jLFuLRoE/s1600/groupphoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5QJ1JmINzM/TrB0tEAI81I/AAAAAAAABu4/AX_jLFuLRoE/s400/groupphoto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Another Halloween has come and gone. This was my favorite one yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Caderyn really got in to trick-or-treating this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For 2011, Caderyn was a werewolf and Miss Lucy was a pumpkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;More pictures to follow! Thanks to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisakunkel.zenfolio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; for these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Me update: Thanks to everyone for all your kind words. I actually feel really great today! I have a really bad infection on my ovary so that's what they are treating for the pain and blood (grossssss Sarah! stop that!). I just have to take it easy...which is not easy at all. We are officially 7 weeks pregnant today. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1158787498080719407?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1158787498080719407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1158787498080719407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1158787498080719407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1158787498080719407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011-preview.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2011 PREVIEW'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwzANCcD-1E/TrB0fEL498I/AAAAAAAABuc/vYOj3NCeYhQ/s72-c/CADERYNWERE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-7193718809074326721</id><published>2011-10-27T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:32:47.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I don't really know how to begin this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This past week has been absolutely draining for me and I'm sure everyone else who has grieved over our news. Which by the way, you all are amazing. Your responses have been so touching and comforting to me while I was in my cloud of gray. Your prayers and thoughts alone got me out of bed and out the door each morning. I feel so blessed and such an intense amount of love for all of my friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Every time I talked to my doctor this week and described what was happening with my body, the news given to me was always the same, "You're having a miscarriage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I believed her and the signs my body was showing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But today. TODAY of all days I have never been such a firm believer in GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We went to have an ultrasound because I am still bleeding (gross, sorry) a lot and I'm having some really intense pain. They thought my body was having trouble passing the embryo/baby/whatever you want to call it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I grabbed some Kleenex because I knew, no matter what, that I was going to lose it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The lady got the ultrasound going and we noticed something on the screen that was confusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There was a sac. With a little bean. AND A HEARTBEAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"You have a healthy baby!" the lady exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I absolutely lost it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was floored. After everything we've been through this week, after everything we've seen...God has given me hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So...I am still pregnant. The baby looks so amazing and healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am shocked. I can't stop crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This has pretty much been the standard all week for me (I'm crying right now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There is the concern that I am having a lot of pain and bleeding a lot (gross, sorry). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And by a lot. I mean A LOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So they are going to look at my ultrasound pictures and get back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My right ovary looks really angry (a direct quote from the ultrasound gal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Which could mean two things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. My body is just weird and I'm getting rid of another egg. So I'm basically having my monthly time...even though I'm pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. We are actually pregnant with twins but one of the pregnancies is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001897/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ectopic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. Long story short, this is dangerous. If this is in fact what is happening, then I will need to have surgery. We will know more today or tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You guys, I am just shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I can't believe what an up and down week this has been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm a little ticked that my doctor didn't get me in sooner to confirm things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am scared still because I don't really know what the heck is going on with my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am embarrassed that I wrote my emotions and shared what I was going through with people, and now I have to write the opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But, I am a writer. That is really one of the only ways I know how to share what I am truly feeling. It gave me such a sense of calm and piece to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And now. I AM JUST SO DANG AMAZED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-7193718809074326721?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/7193718809074326721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=7193718809074326721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7193718809074326721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/7193718809074326721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-really-know-how-to-begin-this.html' title='SPEECHLESS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-1868819590621262727</id><published>2011-10-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:19:20.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscarriage; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Driving around town this morning, I realized the leaves were falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Falling from the trees like tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was amazing to me, watching these leaves just fall and fall and fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I actually had to pull over to the side of the road to watch (I'm doing some really weird things this week). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There was no wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It was just cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And for some reason the leaves were snapping off and dropping one right after the other without pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I thought about the trees having to let go of something that is beautiful, something that is a part of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They probably feel stripped, naked and sad to have lost something that was a part of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Probably like I'm feeling now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But then I remembered that eventually the leaves grow back. Eventually the trees are beautiful again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They need some time to heal. To hibernate. To grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I had a really good internal conversation last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I went over my emotions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am angry.&lt;/em&gt; So very angry that there is nothing I can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sad.&lt;/em&gt; So sad it fills to the very tips of my fingers and envelops me in a dense cloud of gray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am empty.&lt;/em&gt; At times I feel nothing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sick.&lt;/em&gt; My body and heart ache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am emotional.&lt;/em&gt; Just ask Jeff. He has to deal with me crying at random at least three times a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am confused.&lt;/em&gt; Why was this baby taken away from us when we had no trouble with our first one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was God's way of telling me something was wrong with this baby and it would have been too much for us to handle to bring such a sick little one into this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am respectful.&lt;/em&gt; God has a plan for me. This baby was not in that plan. Another one will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am hopeful.&lt;/em&gt; One day, when I die, I will meet this sweet baby and get the whole story. I will hear how he (because I had a feeling it was a boy) has been having eternal fun with the angels in heaven and has always been with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Watching me and loving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Fq1NtRej4/TqhAXjof8KI/AAAAAAAABuU/Gb-hAqBniSM/s1600/Windmueller+Family.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Fq1NtRej4/TqhAXjof8KI/AAAAAAAABuU/Gb-hAqBniSM/s400/Windmueller+Family.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-1868819590621262727?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/1868819590621262727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=1868819590621262727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1868819590621262727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/1868819590621262727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/10/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Fq1NtRej4/TqhAXjof8KI/AAAAAAAABuU/Gb-hAqBniSM/s72-c/Windmueller+Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-2150978480113382971</id><published>2011-10-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:52:18.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscarriage; Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>DISCONNECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In the past weeks, I have written probably a dozen posts and thought of multiple, creative ways I wanted to tell people the news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We were pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And SO happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jeff and I were both just SO over the moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We told a few people...we just couldn't stand to keep it to ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Well the tides have turned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm having a miscarriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am crushed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My days are odd. I feel in my life but I also feel like an outsider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I feel like I'm just going through the motions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I feel angry, disappointed and intensely sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This morning I cried for a half hour in the shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I've cried probably five times at work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My emotions go from disconnected one minute to a full on melt-down the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am in pain physically, mentally and emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I have one more doctors appointment tomorrow to confirm what I know is going on with my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My heart aches for the child that could have been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know there will be more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I just wish I knew why this one was not chosen to walk in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know in time God will tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For now I must say I have the best two support systems a gal could ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpj9Kdnk9XY/TqcfvLqVSrI/AAAAAAAABuI/0wgBEaXadWw/s1600/boy+and+his+daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpj9Kdnk9XY/TqcfvLqVSrI/AAAAAAAABuI/0wgBEaXadWw/s400/boy+and+his+daddy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So, if I am a bit quiet on here, Facebook or through the phone, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ear with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I just don't really want to talk to anyone. It's nothing you have done, I just can't physically talk to you without losing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm frustrated that we told people and now we have to tell them the negative news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I am just immensely sad. The sadness just fills me to the brim and spills out in tears that I hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is not a normal mood for me and it scares me and frustrates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I need to focus on my son and my husband. Leaning on them a little to bring me out of the darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'll be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There will be another baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368158512185130761-2150978480113382971?l=whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/feeds/2150978480113382971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368158512185130761&amp;postID=2150978480113382971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2150978480113382971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368158512185130761/posts/default/2150978480113382971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatgoodarethewords.blogspot.com/2011/10/disconnection.html' title='DISCONNECTION'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02186064703661686688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcOExXzRfKs/TZSq8a_3joI/AAAAAAAAA88/YfsKx5E1nuE/s220/momandcj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpj9Kdnk9XY/TqcfvLqVSrI/AAAAAAAABuI/0wgBEaXadWw/s72-c/boy+and+his+daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368158512185130761.post-8836980638000344703</id><published>2011-10-24T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:05:12.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family; What Good Are the Words'/><title type='text'>DEAR BERTHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mD2zhggu0rc/Tp5Lzu1atpI/AAAAAAAABsM/Ff3eRbn-qGw/s1600/DSC04118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mD2zhggu0rc/Tp5Lzu1atpI/AAAAAAAABsM/Ff3eRbn-qGw/s400/DSC04118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dear Bertha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Although sometimes I act like a snooty little princess, I really am glad you're my cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Now, I know you're new to this family, so I'm gonna give you some tips on how to handle this family of ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 1: Master the mournful "You don't love me anymore" look in order to capitalize on excess amounts of pets and snuggles. This look should also induce extreme amounts of guilt that will build and fester overtime until your human servants decide to finally take you for a walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;WALK= ULTIMATE SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xm6Bn626Fk/Tp5Lx1C697I/AAAAAAAABsE/25zV2FVR0TA/s1600/DSC04117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xm6Bn626Fk/Tp5Lx1C697I/AAAAAAAABsE/25zV2FVR0TA/s400/DSC04117.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 2: Really nail down a signature move. Mine is the "Who me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0RZUj3TMtjo/Tp5MAjN_cGI/AAAAAAAABsU/EcEVFQd5Eks/s1600/DSC01523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0RZUj3TMtjo/Tp5MAjN_cGI/AAAAAAAABsU/EcEVFQd5Eks/s400/DSC01523.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This will always get you out of trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 3: Squirrels are evil. We must work together to conquer this dastardly foe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They sit up in their trees thinking they're so high and mighty, flicking those tails that I just want to gnaw on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Evil I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zIlLMyCYP14/Tp5MGWZj96I/AAAAAAAABsc/nffqgGMe474/s1600/DSC03347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zIlLMyCYP14/Tp5MGWZj96I/AAAAAAAABsc/nffqgGMe474/s400/DSC03347.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 4: Uncle Taylor gives the best snuggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIFPVT1Fflk/Tp5MLo7oATI/AAAAAAAABsk/GpT-QBCu9nI/s1600/Copy+of+DSC03392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIFPVT1Fflk/Tp5MLo7oATI/AAAAAAAABsk/GpT-QBCu9nI/s400/Copy+of+DSC03392.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He is a good human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 5: Always, always sit&amp;nbsp;and sleep like a lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwXlHTBT1V0/Tp5MkoHaeKI/AAAAAAAABss/a8sB9dslPU8/s1600/DSC03965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwXlHTBT1V0/Tp5MkoHaeKI/AAAAAAAABss/a8sB9dslPU8/s400/DSC03965.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ehR5O3J8Cc/Tp5MrCrYE7I/AAAAAAAABs8/eAPybMZiWOo/s1600/DSC04010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ehR5O3J8Cc/Tp5MrCrYE7I/AAAAAAAABs8/eAPybMZiWOo/s400/DSC04010.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 6: Sometimes our humans do things we don't understand. Just go along with it and it's okay to be confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icopFkInly0/Tp5MpHrC2xI/AAAAAAAABs0/a-XJByUJr2E/s1600/DSC04006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icopFkInly0/Tp5MpHrC2xI/AAAAAAAABs0/a-XJByUJr2E/s400/DSC04006.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 7: Although they are our enemies, those tiny man-children sometimes drop good snacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Never take your eyes off them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1IeCSG0Ug4/Tp5MzcKDUCI/AAAAAAAABtE/AIBaFlcostk/s1600/DSC03251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1IeCSG0Ug4/Tp5MzcKDUCI/AAAAAAAABtE/AIBaFlcostk/s400/DSC03251.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 8: The humans bed is just a much yours as theirs. Make sure you spread yourself out to get the best sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8bXUKXwxiI/Tp5M7sJY0wI/AAAAAAAABtM/aDnWuc5FRMw/s1600/DSC01362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8bXUKXwxiI/Tp5M7sJY0wI/AAAAAAAABtM/aDnWuc5FRMw/s400/DSC01362.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_s3bQ3Il_g/Tp5NFy02w8I/AAAAAAAABtc/PmpTLn03wqw/s1600/DSC01473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_s3bQ3Il_g/Tp5NFy02w8I/AAAAAAAABtc/PmpTLn03wqw/s400/DSC01473.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 9: When tired of all the camera flashes capturing your obvious cuteness, just turn around and show them your butt. Oddly,&amp;nbsp;humans think this is just as cute and will continue to snap pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcbf3RmRW7Y/Tp5M_xzitfI/AAAAAAAABtU/HoHI3rfU_PE/s1600/DSC01410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcbf3RmRW7Y/Tp5M_xzitfI/AAAAAAAABtU/HoHI3rfU_PE/s400/DSC01410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 10: If you are having a really rough day, putting your ears down and looking more pitiful than usual will garner lots of snuggles and maybe they will even take you outside to throw the ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UsI02gLHOpg/Tp5NJYfl6_I/AAAAAAAABtk/MvmoizO1ToE/s1600/DSC02157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UsI02gLHOpg/Tp5NJYfl6_I/AAAAAAAABtk/MvmoizO1ToE/s400/DSC02157.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tip 11: The Duchess of Cambridge ain't got nothing on us Corgis. Look at how regal we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left:
