<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:24:16.368-04:00</updated><category term='hobbies'/><category term='green'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='body image'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='family'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='pets'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='nature'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='moms'/><category term='faith'/><category term='work'/><category term='appendectomy'/><category term='weight'/><category term='kids'/><category term='money'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Puppies and Salads</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts from the journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-3118986601558587676</id><published>2010-06-15T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:14:32.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Just thought I'd let everyone see what we've been up to these last few weeks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf3Sr9Ib4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/NkpBVE34jJA/s1600/home+makeover+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf3Sr9Ib4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/NkpBVE34jJA/s320/home+makeover+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a beautiful old brick wall hiding under some yucky, pinky-beige sheetrock. One day the lady of the house and her beautiful daughter, Issy, got bored and decided to see what it looked like underneath. With much swinging of hammers and breaking of nails...&lt;/span&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/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf4DqM1TzI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZtuylhybNfg/s1600/home+makeover+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf4DqM1TzI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZtuylhybNfg/s320/home+makeover+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;the wall was uncovered. &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="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And lo and behold...&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf4cg6u1cI/AAAAAAAAANI/3Zq9jGYQjIA/s1600/home+makeover+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf4cg6u1cI/AAAAAAAAANI/3Zq9jGYQjIA/s320/home+makeover+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Oops! There was an old doorway in the middle of this lovely brick wall. Now what were the ladies going to do?&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf4zieixpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FFjnaPCibGU/s1600/home+makeover+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf4zieixpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FFjnaPCibGU/s320/home+makeover+007.jpg" /&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Why, make the man of the house build in some shelves, of course!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf5INfMt_I/AAAAAAAAANY/D9UpWWJVWRE/s1600/home+makeover+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf5INfMt_I/AAAAAAAAANY/D9UpWWJVWRE/s320/home+makeover+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And when you give a lady a shelf....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf5l9wy0tI/AAAAAAAAANg/yTPkjhaXgR8/s1600/home+makeover+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf5l9wy0tI/AAAAAAAAANg/yTPkjhaXgR8/s320/home+makeover+009.jpg" /&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You must also help her rip out the carpet to reveal the gorgeous hardwood floors underneath (okay, maybe not so gorgeous as they are stained up, but the floor refinishing is another story!). And once that is finished....&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;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf6U1mOZCI/AAAAAAAAANo/PCTgOEUHr_I/s1600/home+makeover+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf6U1mOZCI/AAAAAAAAANo/PCTgOEUHr_I/s320/home+makeover+002.jpg" /&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You must also add a cool, relaxing green paint, accented with a rich, chocolate brown. Throw in a few old and new accessories...&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf60Okkt0I/AAAAAAAAANw/OrwBz_6K2TA/s1600/home+makeover+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf60Okkt0I/AAAAAAAAANw/OrwBz_6K2TA/s320/home+makeover+011.jpg" /&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And to think.... It all started with a wall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/1636852303531310730-3118986601558587676?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/3118986601558587676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=3118986601558587676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3118986601558587676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3118986601558587676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-of-wall.html' title='The Story of a Wall'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/TBf3Sr9Ib4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/NkpBVE34jJA/s72-c/home+makeover+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-4121674288203104012</id><published>2010-05-17T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:16:48.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pack Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S_HALRs1dII/AAAAAAAAAJU/xHcWXgI_kjE/s1600/Jupiter+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S_HALRs1dII/AAAAAAAAAJU/xHcWXgI_kjE/s320/Jupiter+005.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Exciting news! We adopted a puppy today from the shelter! We've named him Jupiter, and he is some sort of shepherd mix. He's going to be a very BIG dog! Jupiter is so excited about having a home, that he asked me to help him start his own blog where he will chronicle his adventures as an adopted pup (with my help, of course)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adoptingjupiter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;www.adoptingjupiter.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-4121674288203104012?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/4121674288203104012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=4121674288203104012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4121674288203104012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4121674288203104012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-pack-member.html' title='New Pack Member'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S_HALRs1dII/AAAAAAAAAJU/xHcWXgI_kjE/s72-c/Jupiter+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-2647413286377927456</id><published>2010-04-23T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:22:40.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Do-It-Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So here's some more DIY, only no fires this time ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade Laundry Detergent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I actually borrowed this recipe from a couple of different websites. It is quick and easy to make, and WAY cheaper than commercial detergent. I spent about $10 on the main ingredients (more for the optional essential oils) and still have plenty left to make more batches, and I typically spend more than that for one container of commercial detergent. I double this recipe&amp;nbsp;it to fill a 5 gallon bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1/3 bar Fels Naptha soap (you can get this in the laundry aisle at Publix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 cup washing soda (again, Publix laundry aisle, but you can also get it from places that sell pool supplies as it is also known as soda ash) - not to be confused with baking soda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 cup borax (got mine from the laundry aisle at Wal-Mart, I think Publix also had it, though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Grate the soap and put in a large saucepan. Add 6 cups water and heat on the stove until the soap melts (this really only takes a few minutes, the water never even got to simmering). Add the washing soda and borax and stir until dissolved (again, only takes a couple of minutes and the mixture still had not even started simmering). At this point your kitchen will smell all good and soapy! Once the washing soda and borax are dissolved, remove the mixture from the heat. Pour 4 cups of hot water into the bucket, add the soap mixture, and stir. Then add 1 gallon plus 6 cups of water and stir again. To me, this soap smelled really good by itself, but you can add essential oils in whatever fragrance you like (1/2-1 ounce). Though I liked the smell, I did add 1/4 ounce of lavendar oil and 1/4 ounce tea tree oil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You will use only 1/2 cup of detergent per load of laundry, so a 5 gallon bucket like I used will last a really long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dishwasher Detergent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Again, I borrowed this from another website. It is a cheap, homemade dishwasher detergent that also works really well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1 cup washing soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1 cup borax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Combine in a container with a lid (I used a large, recycled butter container). That's it. Can't get simpler than that! You will use 2 tablespoons per load of dishes. I have noticed with this detergent that my dishes are very occasionally cloudy or spotty, and I just give them a quick rinse in the sink as I'm putting them away. If you have a newer washer with a separate rinse compartment, you can put vinegar in to keep the cloudiness/spottiness from being an issue (and vinegar is a lot cheaper than Jet Dry!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All-Purpose Household Cleaner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a quick, simple recipe for all-purpose cleaner (for countertops, etc.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1 part vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1 part water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Put it in a spray bottle (I use a recycled Lysol all-purpose cleaner bottle) and shake it up. That's it. When you use it, there will be a mild vinegar-y smell that disappears as it dries. From what I understand, vinegar kills bacteria so it is just as effective as the commercial cleaners, but much safer for your family and the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tip: You can also use a mixture of vinegar and water in your carpet cleaning machine and in your mop bucket. The vinegar odor really does go away as it dries, and I have found that the vinegar is much better at neutralizing bad odors than the commercial carpet cleaning chemicals. I have three dogs, two cats, and two kids, so there are accidents. When I use commercial carpet cleaner, I can still smell traces of urine/vomit/etc. after using it, even after using it a couple of times. I was AMAZED the first time I tried the vinegar in the carpet machine! I cleaned the carpets, waited for it to dry, and then got down all fours and sniffed all around. Not a trace of doggie or kitty odor ANYWHERE! My husband works with a woman who used to clean houses that were getting ready to be sold, and she said she used vinegar for almost all of her cleaning because it works so well at getting rid of tough odors. And you really don't smell the vinegar at all after it dries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade Hair Detangler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's another homemade alternative to a commercial product. Like most kids, my kids get really bad tangles in their hair, and any of you who have seen Emmy's hair can imagine the rats' nests that she has every morning. I was buying leave-in conditioner spray for their hair at about $2 per bottle, and we were going through a bottle a week. This is a much cheaper way to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I saved the spray bottle from the commercial detangler and bought some Suave strawberry scented conditioner (about $2 for a large bottle). I put a little bit of the conditioner in the bottle (probably about 2 tablespoons, but I just eyeball it), and fill the rest up with water. I shake it up and spray it on their hair and it works just as well as the premade, commercial detangler and does not leave their hair greasy or heavy. At the rate of only 2 tablespoons a week, that&amp;nbsp; $2 large bottle of conditioner will last months, versus the $2/week I was spending before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-2647413286377927456?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/2647413286377927456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=2647413286377927456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2647413286377927456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2647413286377927456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-do-it-yourself.html' title='More Do-It-Yourself'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-9005027685225914488</id><published>2010-04-14T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:20:05.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Stitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I have decided that I would like to run a marathon - a&amp;nbsp;pretty tall order for someone who can barely plod through 1/8 of a mile at the present. You read that right, 1/8 of a mile. As in, halfway around the stinking track. I run half the track, then walk the other half, alternating for 2-3 miles. Gotta' start somewhere, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A couple of years ago I had started running and actually worked up to running about a mile and a half before I had to slow to a walk, so I know I can eventually get back to at least doing that much. Though it's a far cry from 1.5 to the 26.2 I will need to be able to run for&amp;nbsp;a marathon. I'll definitely be starting with a 5K or two, then work up to a half-marathon, and hopefully, one day,&amp;nbsp;a full marathon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I've decided that I will run Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays each week, for 20-30 minutes at a time. Each week I will increase the distance I run at a stretch without walking, so that eventually I will be running the entire time. Then I will just work on increasing the distance. On Tuesdays I will still go to my boot camp class that I've been going to since January, and on Thursdays I plan on walking only. I will squeeze workouts into the weekends when I can, but I'm not going to stress too much about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So I started this little program about a week ago, and I've already learned a few little tricks. Ibuprofen before I work out is a very GOOD thing. I find that if I take it about 30 minutes to an hour before I work out (any work out, not just running), I can go harder and longer than if I don't. I'm finding that hydration is also super-important. I tend to not drink very much of anything, sometimes going all day without a drop of liquid passing my lips (except for&amp;nbsp;my 2 cups of morning joe!). When I try to run after not drinking anything all day, I feel all weak and dizzy. I'm definitely making an effort to drink a lot more water every day. The only thing that I haven't quite figured out how to overcome at this point is the dreaded side stitch. Any ideas from the more experienced runners out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-9005027685225914488?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/9005027685225914488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=9005027685225914488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/9005027685225914488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/9005027685225914488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/04/side-stitch.html' title='Side Stitch'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-856547680114655999</id><published>2010-02-16T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:37:55.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the start of the season of Lent. Over the years I have occasionally given up something or decided on some way to deepen my spiritual practice, but never with much consistency and without much thought, either. This year is going to be a little different, though. I have actually put a lot of thought into ways that I think I can grow in my faith and in my life, and ultimately be a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In thinking about my fast from sin, I have decided that I will give up negativity. I know, pretty broad, right? I've put a lot of thought into what this should look like. What I've come up with is that though I know I can't prevent every negative thought bubble from popping in my head, I can control what I do with that negativity. I will either change it into a positive, or banish it altogether. What I will not do is let it spill out of my mouth or spew onto my Facebook status. I will strive to not be so hard on myself or on other people. I will not be worrying about anything to the point of obsession and sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a book-ish sort of person, and so, of course, I've been doing some research on how to become more positive. I've found interesting articles on using imagery to imagine the positive funneling into the top of your head and filling your body as the negative is pushed out of your fingertips and toes. And there's always the tried-and-true method of making a point to notice the good. With that in mind I will be working in my art journal every day during Lent, and will focus only on things I am grateful for. I expect this will be easy at first as I cover the biggies, like my children, my husband, pets, house, etc. Then I'll have to get creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So that's my big Lenten practice this year, and then I plan on doing some other small things. I want to treat my body better with food that is good for me and more exercise, but I'm intentionally leaving these ideas only half-formed. I want to put most of my energy into being positive. I also plan on spending the first couple of days of Lent off from work doing some self-reflection and house-cleaning (and visiting the Old Book Sale downtown!). &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/_t16GqXMsymk/S3tHndmdO2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7ZT4KmMuiTI/s1600-h/Snow+2010+Part+2+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S3tHndmdO2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7ZT4KmMuiTI/s320/Snow+2010+Part+2+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who knows? Perhaps by the end of this season of Lent, I will have grown in my faith and become a better person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-856547680114655999?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/856547680114655999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=856547680114655999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/856547680114655999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/856547680114655999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S3tHndmdO2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7ZT4KmMuiTI/s72-c/Snow+2010+Part+2+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-7938265335993403793</id><published>2010-01-31T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:17:31.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do-It-Yourself, Dryers, and Doo-hickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a death in the house yesterday. Our clothes dryer of 6 years passed away in a fiery blaze of glory. Literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It's had some issues for about the last 6-8 months. The heating element, which turns out is just a really long, thin&amp;nbsp;spring, had burned up in one place. Well, being the cheapskates that we are, with a real do-it-yourself kind of spirit (which is a requirement if you are a cheapskate), we were just kind of loosely&amp;nbsp;placing it back together. Every other week or so, it would work its way back apart, and we would once again take the dryer apart and place it back together. Finally, too much of it had burnt up to do this anymore, and we bought a new element about 2 weeks ago. Who knew a simple spring would cost $48? However, during the process of replacing the element, a little ceramic doo-hickie (very technical term,&amp;nbsp;I know)&amp;nbsp;got cracked. The ceramic doo-hickie held the element off of the other metal parts inside the dryer, keeping it from being a fire hazard. Well, right after making the repair and turning it on, the element did touch the metal and it kicked the breaker, so the power was shut off to the dryer. We rigged it up again, and then it worked fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;That brings us to yesterday. The dryer wasn't really drying yet again, so we took it apart, yet again. We found that the element had burned up yet again, because apparently the ceramic doo-hickie had broken completely off, allowing the element to touch the metal. We tried, yet again, to rig the thing back together without the ceramic doo-hickie. As we were working on it, I made the comment that it was a wonder that the dryer was not a fire hazard with all the rigging up we had done to it. My husband responded that at least we know if it is a fire hazard our breaker system does its job by kicking off the power, as had happened a couple of weeks ago. We took comfort in this as we finished the repair and plugged it back in. We turned it on to test out our rig-job, and within seconds sparks flew everywhere and smoke started pouring out. The breaker did not kick it off this time, and the dryer kept running as smoke started pouring out of it. Turns out there was a small fire in the bottom of it. We got the fire put out, fanned the smoke away from the smoke detectors that were sounding off like crazy, and opened the doors and windows. There was no way to put off getting another dryer now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Luckily, some friends of ours from church happened to know someone that just happened to mention to them earlier this week that they had an extra&amp;nbsp;dryer they were looking to get rid of. They saw my post on Facebook (thank God for social networking!) about the death of my dryer&amp;nbsp;and put me in touch. Sweet serendipity! Best of all, the couple looking to get rid of their extra dryer gave it to us for FREE!! Music to my ears! So now we have a new older dryer to replace our old newer dryer. Here's a little prayer that this dryer will have a long, happy life in my home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-7938265335993403793?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/7938265335993403793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=7938265335993403793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/7938265335993403793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/7938265335993403793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-it-yourself-dryers-and-doo-hickies.html' title='Do-It-Yourself, Dryers, and Doo-hickies'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-4570450078169583918</id><published>2010-01-21T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:06:39.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Money Makeover: Baby Step 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Baby step 1 of our Total Money Makeover is officially complete! Yay!! We have now accumulated $1,000 in an emergency savings account, and accomplished it within the month timeframe that Dave Ramsey recommends (so we are on schedule!!). I put the money at a different bank than where my checking account is so that it takes a lot more effort to transfer funds, as well as two days for processing before I can get the funds. This will force me to evaluate whether something is TRULY and emergency and can't be covered by my checking account. I figure any emergency that arises, whether it's car repairs, unexpected medical expense, household issues, can wait two days before it is paid. So now we will start moving on toward paying off the debt, beginning with the line of credit since it is the smallest amount that we owe. That balance is currently at $1383, so I don't think it should take us too long to pay it off. Here we gooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-4570450078169583918?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/4570450078169583918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=4570450078169583918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4570450078169583918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4570450078169583918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/01/total-money-makeover-baby-step-1.html' title='Total Money Makeover: Baby Step 1'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-3205731778334241532</id><published>2010-01-18T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:34:09.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to My Favorite Oldest Daughter</title><content type='html'>Issy's birthday was Friday, and though I started a blog entry for that day, I never got to finish it for all the celebrating. So, she is now 12 years old - almost a teenager! I can't believe it! She is one of the coolest 12 year olds I know, though I may be a wee bit biased. I am so proud of how creative and talented she is, with all of her art and music. And I've always admired how laid back she is. She just doesn't let hardly anything get under her skin! She most definitely does not take after me in that regard, as I tend to get steamed up over everything. She is so smart and works hard for her accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my favorite oldest daughter!!&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/_t16GqXMsymk/S1RjD8tMuGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jb8xfQ-nsO0/s1600-h/Isabel%27s+12th+birthday+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S1RjD8tMuGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jb8xfQ-nsO0/s320/Isabel%27s+12th+birthday+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1636852303531310730-3205731778334241532?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/3205731778334241532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=3205731778334241532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3205731778334241532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3205731778334241532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute-to-my-favorite-oldest-daughter.html' title='Tribute to My Favorite Oldest Daughter'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S1RjD8tMuGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jb8xfQ-nsO0/s72-c/Isabel%27s+12th+birthday+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-5964128026230686124</id><published>2010-01-13T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:28:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the devastated and heartbroken in Haiti,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been scouring the internet for reports about you all day. The magnitude of the devastation to your country, your country that has endured hard hits by other forces of nature and crushing poverty, is unimaginable. I am near tears as I view the images of your people who are lost in the streets,&amp;nbsp;searching for loved ones and often finding the worst. I cannot fathom the soul-wrenching fear and grief you are experiencing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am praying for you. My church and my friends are praying for you. You will rebuild with the strong hands of your people, and the helping hands&amp;nbsp;of the world. With God and time, your broken hearts&amp;nbsp;and souls will mend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;God's peace to all in Haiti, and all who know someone in Haiti at this harrowing and difficult time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Anneliese&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/_t16GqXMsymk/S04ef73u_VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-zDuimbqBCc/s1600-h/dove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S04ef73u_VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-zDuimbqBCc/s320/dove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1636852303531310730-5964128026230686124?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/5964128026230686124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=5964128026230686124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/5964128026230686124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/5964128026230686124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-devastated-and-heartbroken-in-haiti.html' title='To the devastated and heartbroken in Haiti,'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S04ef73u_VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-zDuimbqBCc/s72-c/dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-5620473322431955091</id><published>2010-01-11T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:13:00.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So I started this new little adventure right before the new year and thought I'd share it&amp;nbsp;with all of you in blogtopia. I bought myself a decent sketchbook with good, thick paper, and am now messing it up. Seriously, some call it creative journaling, art journaling, mixed media, but I really like the term "soul journaling". I'm just getting started and not real impressed by what I've done, but it is a lot of fun. Here's a couple of pages I've been working on....&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/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u9-ZicGxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gD3C4lOfw5s/s1600-h/journal+pages+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u9-ZicGxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gD3C4lOfw5s/s320/journal+pages+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u9vV4tGCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2ezoHaZXTgQ/s1600-h/journal+pages+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u9vV4tGCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2ezoHaZXTgQ/s320/journal+pages+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u9nOAZw-I/AAAAAAAAAII/0OZKso1J2KY/s1600-h/journal+pages+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u9nOAZw-I/AAAAAAAAAII/0OZKso1J2KY/s320/journal+pages+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u92wFehsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bs_umrpCQzU/s1600-h/journal+pages+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u92wFehsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bs_umrpCQzU/s320/journal+pages+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1636852303531310730-5620473322431955091?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/5620473322431955091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=5620473322431955091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/5620473322431955091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/5620473322431955091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-adventure.html' title='New Adventure'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/S0u9-ZicGxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gD3C4lOfw5s/s72-c/journal+pages+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-8025301788735891163</id><published>2010-01-01T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:33:03.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year: Launching 2010 Part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! Peace and love in 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My third big resolution is one that, if I can accomplish it, will bring me a LOT of peace. I want to improve my financial situation!! I stress out about money constantly, but especially when something happens (which a lot did happen in 2009). First, we needed a new roof (due to not one, not two, but THREE leaks in different areas of the house). Of course, we didn't have the money to cover that, and ended up putting it on the credit card. Then came my emergency appendectomy. Even with my insurance, it would have been cheaper to have a funeral. That's really sad. So we spent about four months of the year throwing all of our "extra" money towards that, instead of building up savings and paying off debt. And that took us until November, when we had to put braces on Issy for a down payment of $675 (which we were able to pay in cash, no borrowing), but then turned right around and had over $1000 in unexpected car repairs in December. And while we were also able to cover that without the credit card as well, it made December EXTREMELY tight. Let me just say that I am really glad I tend to buy extras of various food items when they are on sale, because there was really no money for groceries for about two weeks there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I stayed really stressed out about money most of the year, and I'm thinking God is trying to pound a big old fat message into my head. And, God, just&amp;nbsp;wanted to let you know that I hear you, so no more lessons are needed at this time, thank you very much. I've decided to try out the Dave Ramsey Total Money Makeover. Basically, you save up $1000 as quick as you can (within a month, usually), and then with "gazelle intensity" you throw everything you got into paying off the smallest of your debts, while paying the minimums on your others. Once that is paid off you snowball that money into the next smallest debt, etc. If there is a setback and you have to dip into your $1000 emergency fund, then you stop snowballing the debt temporarily and pay back the emergency fund as quickly as possible. Once all the debts are paid (excluding the mortgage), then you build your emergency fund up until you have 3-6 months of living expenses saved (I'll be shooting for the 6 months!). This is as far as I've gotten in the book, and I won't read on until we've gotten these three steps accomplished. My estimated length of time to have everything but the house paid is 42 months, but that is not&amp;nbsp;taking into account&amp;nbsp;any "found" money (like Shane's quarterly bonuses or my occasional catering gig). Dave says in the book that people who follow the plan usually pay it all off in less than their original projected time due to "found" money and just plain old determination. And I also didn't take into account that beginning in August, we will no longer have to pay daycare (yay!!). We will be paying for afterschool care, but that is about 1/4 of the cost of daycare. So that will free up a bunch to throw towards the debt as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Another thing he recommends is monthly budgeting. I know, you're thinking "DUH"! I know how to budget, and I always project out our budget a year in advance. But I think it will be useful to sit down at the beginning of each month, re-examine that month's budget and make any adjustments for "extra" income or expenses, and figure out exactly how much will go toward the debt for that month. I think it will keep us focused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So, this really, really pains me to do, but here is my business for everyone to see (so everyone else can keep me accountable as well):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Line of Credit&amp;nbsp; $1421&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Harley Davidson&amp;nbsp; $4093&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Orthodontist&amp;nbsp; $4270&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;VISA&amp;nbsp; $8951&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Student Loans&amp;nbsp; $17,470 (ouch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;car&amp;nbsp; $20,151 (double ouch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;current emergency savings&amp;nbsp; $328&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;At this point, if my fairy godmother would like to enter the picture and pay all or some of this, please do..... Well, no one showed, so I guess it's up to me! I'll be posting monthly updates on this New Year's goal so that anyone reading this can feel free to b*!&amp;amp;h-slap me if they feel I'm doing something stupid. Also, we'll be looking for free or extremely low-cost activities to do with the kids, and looking for ways to save on groceries and household necessities, so if anyone has any ideas please email me or post in comments!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Wish me luck!!&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/_t16GqXMsymk/Sz4G7vIxrqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LiQ883IxAds/s1600-h/book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sz4G7vIxrqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LiQ883IxAds/s320/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1636852303531310730-8025301788735891163?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/8025301788735891163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=8025301788735891163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8025301788735891163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8025301788735891163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-launching-2010-part-iv.html' title='New Year: Launching 2010 Part IV'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sz4G7vIxrqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LiQ883IxAds/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-2926361092621127478</id><published>2009-12-30T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:48:07.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year: Launching 2010 Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Resolution #2 ~ Continue my green journey. I love the outdoors, nature, animals, the planet. So it only makes sense that I should do my part to take care of it, and there are so many ways I can improve. As I mentioned before, I came up with a great system for collecting my recyclables last year. I hated the look of having a bunch of bins stacked up or beside each other to separately hold the recyclables, and putting them down in the basement would have been out of sight, but also too much hassle and therefore I probably would not have done it. My solution was to purchase an old dresser (from the Rescue Mission Thrift Store for only $15), take out all of the drawers, and cut out the drawer supports. Then I put 3 trash cans lined up inside it, and hung a simple, inexpensive curtain across the front, so it just looks like a piece of furniture. We keep it on the covered side porch (to eliminate any issues of odor inside), and I use the top of the dresser to decorate (changing the decor out with the seasons/holidays). Then we use a very large outdoor trash can for the plastics, since they usually take up the most space, and keep it next to our regular trash can. The only problem we have run into with this system is taking the recyclables to the recycling center when the cans are full. We did pretty good with it for about a minute, and then kept forgetting. And since the cans are full, we started throwing away things that should have been recycled. So for this year I am striving to do better with actually taking the recyclables to the center. Or actually, it will need to be Shane doing this since he has the appropriate vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Then I also want to start switching over my cleaning supplies, hygiene products, and other household necessities to those that are gentler on the environment. I had started doing this at one point in time several years ago, but found the eco-friendly options to be a bit pricey. I am hoping that they've come down in price, or maybe I could just switch some items but not all. I'll have to look into that. I'd also like to research some better ways to control fleas on the pets, rather than coating them in harmful pesticides once a month. We have some pretty hardy fleas around here, but I'm willing to at least try some more natural methods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The last couple of years we have tried our hands at gardening, but have not had much success. We got the plants to grow, but they didn't produce since our yard is so shady. I think this year I want to experiment with some things that tolerate shade (I've read that leafy greens tolerate some shade), and I have a friend who has much better success with her garden and is willing to trade some of her produce for fresh eggs from my hens. I also have plans of starting a small compost pile at the back of our yard, and the chicken manure should come in quite handy for that!&lt;/span&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/_t16GqXMsymk/Szvw6FMLgaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iHJkg6OWcLo/s1600-h/100_4532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Szvw6FMLgaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iHJkg6OWcLo/s320/100_4532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1636852303531310730-2926361092621127478?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/2926361092621127478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=2926361092621127478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2926361092621127478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2926361092621127478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-launching-2010-part-iii.html' title='New Year: Launching 2010 Part III'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Szvw6FMLgaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iHJkg6OWcLo/s72-c/100_4532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-5863902232056277944</id><published>2009-12-29T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:24:16.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year: Launching 2010 Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'm pondering my resolutions for 2010 but I'm having some trouble due to a killer sinus headache! Resolution #1 might have to be "Get over this rotten cold"! Seriously, though, my health is going back on the list for this year. I do seem to get a little better at that every year, so there's hope for this one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I would like to get back into some yoga practice. Shane bought me a pretty new yoga mat for Christmas, and I can't wait to try it out! I have had some issues this year with sciatic pain (ouch!), and a kind friend showed me some feel-good moves for that. I have a couple of good yoga DVDs that are really designed to be "yoga goes cardio", but I think I might also want to branch out to some slower, stress-relief types of yoga as well. It's also time to broaden my horizons in the cardio arena. I love walking, but did kind of get in a rut with it earlier this year. I flirted with running, so maybe I'll try that again. And I would LOVE to get back into hiking, but I really need a hiking partner (it's just too dangerous to by myself any more!). Any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be seeing the doc later this month to get the tummy meds started back up, and she'll be happy to know that part of my health resolution will be to actually take my thyroid meds every day like I should. I often forget on the weekends, and then by Monday I feel like kaka. You'd think I wouldn't do that to myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll notice that diet and weight loss are not part of my health resolution. I took that part out years ago 'cause it was just too darn frustrating! Of course, if I can get the other parts of my resolution going strong, particularly the exercise, weight loss should be a pleasant side effect. And I just plain hate dieting! Since I don't eat anything with 4 legs, my diet naturally consists of a lot of fruits and veggies. And my tummy issues tend to keep from too much fried foods. I do have a weakness for the sweets, though! Perhaps I'll just try to drink a little more water and little less sweet tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-5863902232056277944?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/5863902232056277944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=5863902232056277944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/5863902232056277944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/5863902232056277944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-launching-2010-part-ii.html' title='New Year: Launching 2010 Part II'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-8473639382871818720</id><published>2009-12-28T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:20:39.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year: Launching 2010 Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I love New Year's Day, and not because I like to party. I love the feeling of new beginnings and second (or third or fourth or fifth) chances. I know, I know. A new beginning could also begin on my birthday each year, or after the cleansing season of Lent, or Confederate Memorial Day, or any old Tuesday. But for me, the start of a new calendar year feels fresh and promising. Perhaps it's because I'm coming off the high of celebrating the greatest beginning ever - Jesus' birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So 2010 will be launching this Friday, and I am one of those annoying people who makes all kinds of resolutions about what I will do with my year. To revisit a few of last year's resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Volunteer more - I've done some in 2009, but could do more. I've helped out a few times at the local animal shelter, and I've taken on the volunteer position of Children's Ministries Leader at my church (which actually has turned into quite a time-consuming affair, so maybe I have fulfilled this resolution after all?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Pay off my unsecured debt - Complete and total failure! With needing a new roof unexpectedly and having to have emergency surgery this summer, the debt has actually increased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Be kinder to the environment - I've made some strides in this area, but still have a lot more work to do. I started a jam-up system for separating my recyclables, but, alas, they never seemed to make it to the recycling center. I now have 4 large cans full of plastics, aluminum cans, paper, and glass; and shamefully have had to throw out a lot more with the regular garbage because the recycling bins are full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Become healthier - Did great the first half of the year with exercising most days of the week, but then fell flat after the surgery. Gotta' get back in the groove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Not only am I one of those annoying people who make New Year's resolutions, but I also love hearing about others' resolutions! Sooooo..... What will your New Year's resolutions be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-8473639382871818720?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/8473639382871818720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=8473639382871818720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8473639382871818720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8473639382871818720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-launching-2010-part-i.html' title='New Year: Launching 2010 Part I'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-2389571383758683528</id><published>2009-12-27T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:48:00.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I admit I am powerless over coffee. I wake up smelling coffee every morning, even before the coffee pot is on. I consume copious amounts of coffee to wake me up in the morning, and then often return for more in the afternoon. I am not too picky - I drink alone at home; with friends at the local Starbucks, Joshua Cup, and Jittery Joe's; I even do it at work, and *gasp* in the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My addiction started when I was only 16, in the basement coffee bar, The Magic Bean. I started with sweet-tasting concoctions with fancy names, like Mochaccino, Caramel Macchiato, Mocha Frappe. As time went on I started drinking the foulest of brews, like regular old commercial black, straight from the pot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My addiction affects every part of my life. I get headache-y and snappish if I don't have my morning cup. I have to constantly caution my kids, "Be careful! Mommy's got hot coffee in her hand!" Driving with one hand on the wheel, the other balancing my cup because my car's cupholder is too large, causing my cup to wobble and coffe to spill out. I am overly friendly with the bathrooms around town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Excuse me, but I've just finished my first and need to refill my cup.....&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/_t16GqXMsymk/SzdlO5kDxaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xju8ampZnIs/s1600-h/coffee.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SzdlO5kDxaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xju8ampZnIs/s400/coffee.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1636852303531310730-2389571383758683528?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/2389571383758683528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=2389571383758683528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2389571383758683528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2389571383758683528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-step.html' title='The First Step'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SzdlO5kDxaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xju8ampZnIs/s72-c/coffee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-6038693702690955684</id><published>2009-12-23T17:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:44:11.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year's Resolution in the Making?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seem to have forgotten how to blog! Have I really not blogged since OCTOBER?! And so much fun, interesting things have happened in my life during November and December! So sorry to my loyal followers, who I think might only be my grandparents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I PROMISE to do better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-6038693702690955684?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/6038693702690955684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=6038693702690955684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6038693702690955684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6038693702690955684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution-in-making.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Resolution in the Making?'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-6319847820237158608</id><published>2009-12-23T17:32:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:57:05.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight we embarked on our annual journey of light-gazing around town. Usually, we save this adventure for Christmas Eve night, but due to Christmas Pageant obligations at our church we decided to alter our tradition slightly this year and go on Christmas Eve Eve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We started out with a couple of spectacular displays across the street from one another on Tucker Road, and after a slight detour to get gas we headed over to Glen Hill Court. As usual, almost every yard was filled with lights and inflatables! Of course, there were a lot of smaller displays on the roads in-between. Then we drove over for the grand finale at the Chick-A-Fla (as Emmy calls it), where they have a tunnel of lights over the drive-thru, set to dance along with Christmas music. Luckily, we had a nice long wait in the line to get our food. It was phenomenal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately, I forgot my camera so instead of pictures from the lights we saw, I'm posting a pic from Christmas past.... Now off to drink cider and watch Christmas movies with the kiddies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418596768034872802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SzK5DTPMXeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FoKOKZ0vWzo/s400/christmas0810.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 169px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-6319847820237158608?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/6319847820237158608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=6319847820237158608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6319847820237158608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6319847820237158608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SzK5DTPMXeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FoKOKZ0vWzo/s72-c/christmas0810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-4962626696153363391</id><published>2009-10-26T09:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:51:22.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Pumpkin Carving Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday we held our annual pumpkin-carving bash, complete with the usual chili, smores, and pumpkin-gut fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397027828044948930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SuYYNwWEZcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rq0TUgeEWU8/s400/100_4723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day started with our traditional visit to the Forest Hills UMC Pumpkin Patch, this year with our good friends Cletia and Holden. Holden fell and got stuck between some pumpkins, and being the camera-crazy moms that we are we busily snapped away before helping him back up! Then Emmy took 30 minutes to pick out her pumpkin, and every time I suggested one she said she had to pick it herself. In the end, we chose 4 pumpkins, one of which is covered with warts, and Cletia and Holden left with two of their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397028285722734098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SuYYoZU9LhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7bU9PeXPzTU/s400/100_4746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later, the party actually kicked off at 4pm. We ate yummy chili that had been simmering in the crock pots all day, and then proceeded outside to begin the fun with knives! We started by all going topless... our pumpkins, that is! And then we all played in the guts for a while. Then there was the scraping and carving. This was Cletia's first time carving, and she carved an elaborate monster design from a pattern book - how ambitious! Emmy chose a simple face, as did Issy, both of Issy's design. Bobbi, Michelle, and Keegan went with a skull pattern; Scott, Dana, and AJ carved a silly face; Denise and Aislynn started another monster, but gave up when their fingers got tired; and Carol and Kyrie went with a different skull as did Chyna. Steve, my father-in-law, kept the fire going on the back porch. Then we all ate some smores, and the kids played in the back yard and front yard of the house next door. A marvelously fun time was had by all, except Shane who missed all of the party as he was stuck doing inventory at work. Poor Shane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397028954326936466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SuYZPUEnq5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/lyISM09-FaA/s400/100_4773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-4962626696153363391?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/4962626696153363391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=4962626696153363391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4962626696153363391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4962626696153363391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/10/annual-pumpkin-carving-party.html' title='Annual Pumpkin Carving Party'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SuYYNwWEZcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rq0TUgeEWU8/s72-c/100_4723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-8817489623125798374</id><published>2009-10-14T19:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:44:28.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A Letter to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am mad at You right now, and I think You need to know this. I don't understand why the worst suffering is placed on the shoulders of the best people. I know, I know... You have a plan, right? Well, I don't have to like it. And I'm not going to pretend to like it. I feel no need to kiss your holy hiney. And besides that, I think You and I have always had a relationship built more on honesty. Some can't handle the truth, but I think You can. Does this mean I will denounce You and take up some sort of bizarre worship of my dog's toenails? Though they are impressive, no. It just means I'm mad. It happens in families. Thanks for listening (or, reading).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anneliese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-8817489623125798374?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/8817489623125798374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=8817489623125798374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8817489623125798374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8817489623125798374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-to-god.html' title='A Letter to God'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-6674861276515689384</id><published>2009-10-06T07:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:57:39.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Ode to Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvKz5tOY1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/uMjAJAqzpYI/s1600-h/pc0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389624372091577170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvKz5tOY1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/uMjAJAqzpYI/s400/pc0850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pumpkins*warm fuzzy socks*hay bales*red, orange, and yellow leaves*hay rides*pumpkin pie*chili*Halloween*long sleeves*scarecrows*fall-colored mums*pumpkin patch*Mossy Creek Arts and Crafts festival in the woods*campfires*raking leaves*smores*gourds*boots*black-eyed peas and cornbread*jack o'lanterns*not having to run the heat or the AC*watching it "rain" leaves with each breeze*snuggling on the porch swing under a blanket*fall festivals*trick-or-treat*apples*baking*cinnamon brooms*Thanksgiving*apple pie*indian corn*costumes and candy*turkey*family and friends*early holiday shopping*handprint turkeys*candy corn*crunchy walks*shorter days*soup and gooey grilled cheese*apple cider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-6674861276515689384?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/6674861276515689384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=6674861276515689384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6674861276515689384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6674861276515689384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/10/ode-to-fall.html' title='Ode to Fall'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvKz5tOY1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/uMjAJAqzpYI/s72-c/pc0850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-6094415601559188970</id><published>2009-08-18T09:16:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:20:32.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>Yard Sale Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE yard saling! Looking up the ads on Craigslist and in the paper on Friday, mapping out my route, getting up early on Saturday morning, heading out just before dawn when the grass is still wet and sticking to your flip-flopped feet, and finding as many treasures as possible on a budget of $20. So much fun! Even better if you have a buddy who is as enthusiastic as you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went with my good friend, Joann, this past Saturday morning, for about 6 hours. Found tons of treasures - from hardcover children's books in perfect condition, to a cute framed folk art print, to several paperback novels and old cookbooks at $.25/each. My greatest treasure from this trip, though, was this beautiful solid pine desk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371439525130186498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SosvyfvgrwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jIpwUJJrh3g/s320/yard+sale+treasures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've always loved going to yard sales and flea markets, but now I have two more reasons to love it even more. First, I have been redecorating my house in a primitive/rustic country fashion, and you can find lots of old things when digging through other people's stuff. Second, the current economy has really been hurting us, and finding bargains is what I'm all about these days. I seem to always find something, whether it's things to give as gifts to other people or things for the house. Most Saturdays I only spend between $5 and $10, but when each item bought only costs $.50 or a dollar, that's a lot of stuff! Here are a few more of the treasures I have found in the last month or so on my Saturday morning jaunts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371441045854067986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SosxLA4VnRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fVBNEom7ibo/s200/yard+sale+treasures+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beautiful, old cast iron vessel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371440722321086034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sosw4LoEFlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_XWvkYID-GY/s200/yard+sale+treasures+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Super fun wicker trivets from the 70s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371441305986234898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SosxaJ8rehI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ghil88jR4V8/s200/yard+sale+treasures+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cute folk art print!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371441822485965554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sosx4ODz6vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o30BvmD4z18/s200/yard+sale+treasures+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cool wood and wire cat sculpture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371442096065230018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SosyIJOMNMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0MCi3mY8TVk/s200/yard+sale+treasures+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jim Shore for under $2? Steal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371442387086750578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SosyZFXIM3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/9kHLseSWLNU/s200/yard+sale+treasures+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teeny tiny wooden sign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371442616913810818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SosymdiK1YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1gi_QjBgTIA/s200/yard+sale+treasures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Neat framed stitchery - only $1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also love having yard sales. I usually have one about once a year, because I am constantly cleaning out and purging (most people who know me know that I can't stand a lot of clutter and disorganization). I hope to be having one soon, maybe mid to late September? Already been cleaning out and squirreling away stuff in the back room of our house for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1636852303531310730-6094415601559188970?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/6094415601559188970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=6094415601559188970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6094415601559188970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6094415601559188970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/08/yard-sale-treasures.html' title='Yard Sale Treasures'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SosvyfvgrwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jIpwUJJrh3g/s72-c/yard+sale+treasures+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-2960919377470405153</id><published>2009-08-11T17:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:39:51.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SoHku7bbGoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-PVNAxbplHI/s1600-h/time+with+the+grands+and+first+day+of+school+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368823725680171650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SoHku7bbGoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-PVNAxbplHI/s320/time+with+the+grands+and+first+day+of+school+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did babies start going to middle school?! Because that is what I feel like. Issy started middle school last week, and it just doesn't seem right. Emmy has started 4K, too. My family is growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if this ever happens to other parents out there, but I always think of my children as being much smaller and younger than they actually are. When I'm shopping for clothes, the first thing I do is look in the girls' department for Issy, and the infant/toddlers' section for Emmy. Only, Issy is actually in juniors' sizes now, and Emmy has crossed the aisle into the girls' department. But still, I always find myself initially heading toward the wrong side of the aisle. Then, when I remind myself that they are older and bigger and &lt;strong&gt;force&lt;/strong&gt; myself to focus on the actual size I know they wear, I encounter another problem. Every time I hold up, say, a pair of jeans, for one of my girls, my initial thought is "These pants are way too big!" They are both growing up too fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1636852303531310730-2960919377470405153?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/2960919377470405153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=2960919377470405153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2960919377470405153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/2960919377470405153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SoHku7bbGoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-PVNAxbplHI/s72-c/time+with+the+grands+and+first+day+of+school+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-6074738884768245552</id><published>2009-07-27T13:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:27:49.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SnIr-S96aBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/58uoq9QVJXQ/s1600-h/100_4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364398455395084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SnIr-S96aBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/58uoq9QVJXQ/s320/100_4328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since I have given an avian update. We are now down to four ladies, having given away the roosters to a nice older man and his wife who are starting a small farm. It was a strange call that I got while bowling with the church youth group. When I answered my cell, my husband simply stated "We are now cockless." Took me a minute to catch up with him on that one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ladies are getting big, and we think they should start laying around the end of August or early September. Fresh eggs - YUM! I may need to find a lot of egg recipes, though. If they each lay an egg a day, as we expect, that's 28 eggs each week! My neighbors may find some fresh eggs on their doorsteps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1636852303531310730-6074738884768245552?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/6074738884768245552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=6074738884768245552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6074738884768245552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6074738884768245552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/07/cockless.html' title='Cockless'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SnIr-S96aBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/58uoq9QVJXQ/s72-c/100_4328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-6223865006206797253</id><published>2009-07-15T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:35:46.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Thin vs. Healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I often find myself torn between a strong desire to be thinner, but also wanting to portray a positive body image for my two daughters. I know that health should be my main motivation to exercise and eat nutritious food, and though my health is a big motivator, honestly it's not the biggest. I REALLY want to be a size 6 (or smaller!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently read an article that clothing manufacturers are sizing clothes differently now than they used to even 20 years ago. Apparently a size 10 today used to be a size 14 back in the day. This does NOT make me feel better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once upon a time when I was a size 6, I was complaining about my stomach fat and some well-meaning friends said "but you've had a baby, you have an excuse". Um, no, I don't. Plenty of people have children AND flat stomaches. The question is: how?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel bad for wanting to be thin, and I wonder how my dieting is affecting my girls. Sometimes I catch myself complaining about my weight, and I know I would not want to hear that kind of talk from Issy or Emmy. I shudder when I think about the diet pills I have been on, and the ones that are still in the cabinet leftover from my last prescription. I would hate it if my girls ever thought about doing that to themselves, and yet here I am doing it to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-6223865006206797253?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/6223865006206797253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=6223865006206797253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6223865006206797253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6223865006206797253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/07/thin-vs-healthy.html' title='Thin vs. Healthy'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-3719321256365729683</id><published>2009-06-29T14:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:26:52.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Blast from the Past!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SklM2JplcuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QTGXBZMJ67E/s1600-h/100_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894125293531874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SklM2JplcuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QTGXBZMJ67E/s320/100_4258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend I did something I haven't done since I was a kid - I tie-dyed with the girls! We wound up with a shirt for each of us, and we each did a pair of socks. Much fun! And, my hands and feet wound up tie-dyed as well. Hands, you can probably understand. But feet, I bet you're wondering. I was sitting on the edge of the porch, squirting the dye onto the shirt, and when it dripped it splattered off the pavement onto my feet. Some of it is still there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894399412863522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SklNGG0ugiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/edU3QjJY8GM/s320/100_4264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894641625441618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SklNUNItJVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/e9Uh7TD_mfo/s320/100_4260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-3719321256365729683?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/3719321256365729683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=3719321256365729683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3719321256365729683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3719321256365729683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/06/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past!'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SklM2JplcuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QTGXBZMJ67E/s72-c/100_4258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-3783506069907022755</id><published>2009-06-26T13:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:59:21.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Milestone Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be 30 in less than a week. I'm really not bothered by the number as some people are, but I have surprised myself by sort of taking stock of my life as it is now and thinking about where I want it to be in the next decade. I really don't know why I'm surprised, because I am one of those overly introspective people who actually look forward to making New Year's resolutions and generally just looking for any excuse to make a fresh start. Fresh starts always happen with each new year, but also my birthday, my anniversary, my kids' birthdays, Tuesdays, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been thinking about all of the milestone birthdays. Turning 5 seemed like a big deal but I'm really not sure why, then 10 because I was finally in double digits and officially a "preteen". Then there was 13, obviously because I was officially a teenager. Next would have been 16 for being able to drive (legally), then 18 for officially being an adult (or so I thought!). 20 really wasn't a big deal, but 21 was for being able to drink alcohol (legally). Though, by that point I had really gotten all the wildness out and had been married with a child for three years. I think at 25 I felt a mild quarter life crisis. Now I'm staring in the face of 30, which I guess I feel is a milestone because it is 3 decades that I've been alive. Thinking about it, it seems that from here on out all milestone birthdays will likely be the decades. At least until retirement age, which seems to be made later and later every few years. Perhaps by the time I retire the retirement age will be 85? If I get to retire at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-3783506069907022755?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/3783506069907022755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=3783506069907022755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3783506069907022755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3783506069907022755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/06/milestone-birthdays.html' title='Milestone Birthdays'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-8867093602961574104</id><published>2009-06-11T18:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:03:24.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>June Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SjGSSpO4sgI/AAAAAAAAACg/1hrzawSvdts/s1600-h/Delilah+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346215081669079554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SjGSSpO4sgI/AAAAAAAAACg/1hrzawSvdts/s320/Delilah+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many of you probably don't know this about me, but I am cursed. I call it the June curse, because really bad stuff always happens to me (and my family) in June (sometimes May, but usually June) EVERY YEAR. I can trace it all back to 2002, when we had our horrific car accident where I was ejected out of the passenger side window. Most years since then I have had a car accident in May or June (thankfully more minor than that first one), and when there isn't a car accident it's something else. Let's see, last year was a car accident, the year before was when I ruptured my kidney (extremely painful, if you're wondering), the year before was another car accident. In other years we have had deaths in the family in May/June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now the curse continues! This year it's been my emergency appendectomy (May 29), and now Issy's cat is at the animal hospital in multiple organ failure. Dr. Caldwell is REALLY going above and beyond in an attempt to keep her alive, but it doesn't look promising at this point. If Delilah doesn't pull through, Issy will be extremely heartbroken. We've been a bit unlucky in the cat department lately. Issy had a black/white tuxedo cat, Sammy, for a long time, and then he just disappeared in November (he was neutered and only ever ventured into the neighbors' yards prior to this). That was a heartbroken Issy. Then we let her adopt a cat from a shelter in late December, and that cat had extreme anxiety issues and could not adjust to the dogs, our other cat (Fat Marley), and other activity in our house. We took him back to the shelter in late February after trying many expensive meds and "alternative" treatments. Of course, this broke Issy's heart. We decided to go with a kitten this time around so that it might adjust more easily to the other pets, but none of the shelters had any. After some searching, I discovered that an old friend I had lost touch with had a litter of kittens, and this is how we got Delilah. Issy adores this kitten - she sleeps with her every night, cleans her litter box every day (often without being asked), gave her a special pink bed and gave her a prayer shawl she was given when she broke her collar bone a few months back to use as a blanket. Issy makes homemade toys out of old socks, string, and paper for Delilah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am feeling incredibly guilty right now about Delilah's situation. After Sammy's disappearance, we decided any future cats would be inside-only, and because of this I decided I would just get Delilah's shots when I had her spayed, which I figured I'd do when she was about six months old (I like to fix 'em early, well before they have the chance to procreate!). I had done it this way with Fat Marley when she was a kitten, and she has always been fat and healthy from the beginning. I have always vaccinated my dogs from the very start, though, because they go in and out (dogs don't really take to a litter box, from what I understand!). Now I just keep thinking that if I had gotten her vaccinations, she might not be sick now. Of course, at this point we really don't know what is making her so suddenly sick, and the possibilities include congenital issues that I would have had no control over, but I'm the type of person who seems to like to beat herself up over everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I love Delilah and I will be very sad if she doesn't make it through this, but what will upset me more than anything is the look of absolute heartbreak on Issy's face when I have to tell her. Any parents out there will know exactly what I'm going through with this, and will understand why I'm willing to do ANYTHING to keep this kitten alive. Am I worried about the vet bill? Of course. But if worse comes to worst, I will prostitute to keep this cat alive (just kidding, but I really am desperate not to break Issy's heart). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At this point, Dr. Caldwell is diligently keeping me updated, and all I've told Issy is that Delilah is very sick and that she needs to pray (I have not mentioned the dismal prognosis). If anyone reads this tonight, please PRAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346215666037253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SjGS0qLHZ0I/AAAAAAAAACo/JpSeiZoZkso/s400/Delilah+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1636852303531310730-8867093602961574104?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/8867093602961574104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=8867093602961574104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8867093602961574104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/8867093602961574104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-curse.html' title='June Curse'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SjGSSpO4sgI/AAAAAAAAACg/1hrzawSvdts/s72-c/Delilah+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-4981627240425355051</id><published>2009-06-02T07:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:49:34.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appendectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Anonymous Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I received some beautiful anonymous flowers! I walked outside and there they were, sitting on the porch. It really helped brighten my day since I have been sitting at home alone, recovering from my appendectomy. There was no note anywhere, and I really wondered who was so incredibly thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then this evening I found out who left them - it was a dear fellow church member who had heard about my surgery! She called to ask how I was doing and if I had found her gift. I am very blessed to have such thoughtful, caring people in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342880549804082978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SiW5jWBqhyI/AAAAAAAAACY/KQDXxJBMS34/s320/appendectomy+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A word on the surgery.... All is going well, I suppose. I have had much less pain today, though I still feel a lot of pulling at the incision sites when I try to stand straight. My appetite is slowly returning - I ate a biscuit, some peaches, and some macaroni and cheese today (which is much more than I ate yesterday). There's a lot that the docs don't tell you when you have surgery. And I think whoever decided it was a good idea to go in through a person's belly button with the camera must not have tested it out on himself (I say "him" because only a man would come up with something so harebrained!). If you take your finger and push it hard into your belly button, then you know the feeling I have constantly in that region right now. And it is bruised, to boot! The other two incision sites are longer, but don't bother me hardly at all, including the one that is is constantly rubbed by the band on my panties. I just can't wait until I can lay all the way down on my back again, and even better would be laying on my side. I tried it today, but it's still not such a good idea at this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have had some incredibly supportive friends helping me (and the kids) through all of this, and I just wanted to take a moment to thank them properly. Thank you Carol (and family) for all your help with Issy and Emmy Friday night and Saturday. Thanks also to Kimberlyn for coming to the hospital and staying with me as I went into surgery. Thanks again for the flowers, Gladys. Thanks to everyone who has called, emailed, or stopped by to check on me ~ Mama Bear and Papa Bear, Bobbi, Steve, Scott, Dana, Steph, and all of my supportive FB friends. Thanks very much to everyone who prayed for me. Thanks to my sweet hubby for taking care of me and the kids and the pets and the house. Thanks to my beautiful girls, Issy and Emmy, for the beautiful artwork, handpicked gardenias, and careful hugs. If I've forgotten someone, please don't take offense! This is all coming off the top of my medicated brain! Thanks to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. The lightning bugs are back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-4981627240425355051?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/4981627240425355051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=4981627240425355051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4981627240425355051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4981627240425355051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/06/anonymous-flowers.html' title='Anonymous Flowers'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SiW5jWBqhyI/AAAAAAAAACY/KQDXxJBMS34/s72-c/appendectomy+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-4575459408080444429</id><published>2009-05-26T18:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:23:25.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pity Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Shx4iKzm42I/AAAAAAAAACQ/p3mza0hefyQ/s1600-h/Rose+Hill+1-08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275786566263650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Shx4iKzm42I/AAAAAAAAACQ/p3mza0hefyQ/s400/Rose+Hill+1-08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today was a Monday masquerading as a Tuesday, which is the problem with a three day weekend. It was a truly yucky day. First, it rained. And it has been raining here every day for over a week now. Not just popcorn thunderstorms in the afternoon, with the sun up until then. No, it has been cloudy and rainy all day, every day, for over a week. And since I am short and don't have any galoshes, my pants always wick the water up to my knees so I walk around with soggy, heavy pants all day. I really need some galoshes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another yuck thing about today was that I felt bad. I had a serious brain fart over this entire three day weekend, and did not take my thyroid meds all weekend. This left me feeling like I was coming down with the flu when I got up this morning. Body aches, cold/chills, headache, depressed and run-down. I took my meds this morning, and after tomorrow morning's dose I should start feeling better. This was my own stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was also very tired today, not just because of forgetting my meds. Emmy, my four-year-old, all of a sudden decided last night that she is afraid of thunder. And it stormed a few times over night. So she slept in my bed most of the night, which meant that I did not sleep. Then Issy also had a bad night. Sometimes she cries really hard in her sleep, and no one can wake her up or comfort her. This happened last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To top it all off I just had a rotten day at work. Not that everything was bad, and there were actually a couple of good moments, but mostly it was drama that I did not feel up to dealing with since I already didn't feel good and had not slept. My coworkers were also really glum today, which didn't help. The computer system wasn't working properly, either. I really just felt like crying, but I kept it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So this has been my pity party, thanks for coming. Yes, I know plenty of others have it worse off than me. I know I am blessed to even have children, good medical care, and a job. Was this the worst day ever? Far from it. I've had worse days within the past two months alone. I have some yummy homemade apple crumble and vanilla ice cream in the freezer, which I think will help me bring my pity party to a close. I know I'll feel better after a good night's sleep, and I just hope that can actually happen tonight!&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/1636852303531310730-4575459408080444429?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/4575459408080444429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=4575459408080444429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4575459408080444429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4575459408080444429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/05/pity-party.html' title='Pity Party'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Shx4iKzm42I/AAAAAAAAACQ/p3mza0hefyQ/s72-c/Rose+Hill+1-08+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-7760162468255308444</id><published>2009-05-19T18:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:18:07.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>"Real" Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShMvvj8A5RI/AAAAAAAAACI/yQdluvI6QDQ/s1600-h/mygirls12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337662477511484690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShMvvj8A5RI/AAAAAAAAACI/yQdluvI6QDQ/s400/mygirls12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShMviIq3nYI/AAAAAAAAACA/nxCZ7p-n_NI/s1600-h/mygirls12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realized something funny today - I mean a real sign of the times. My four-year-old does not know what "real" money is! We were sitting on the side porch and she was riding her bike in circles in front of where I was sitting. As she passed in front of me, she stopped and asked for gas. I pretended to take a gas nozzle and pump gas into the side of her bike, then put the pretend pump back in its pretend holster. She started to ride off, and I stopped her and told her she hadn't paid for her gas. I held out my left hand for the pretend money she should give me. She immediately said, "Oh yeah! Okay!", and got off her bike. As I am holding out my left hand for the "money", she pretends to pull something out of her pocket and then swipes it along my right armpit, punches some imaginary keypad on my right upper arm, takes a pretend receipt out of my right shoulder, and gets back on her bike and leaves. All this time I am left still holding out my left hand....&lt;/span&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/1636852303531310730-7760162468255308444?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/7760162468255308444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=7760162468255308444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/7760162468255308444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/7760162468255308444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-money.html' title='&quot;Real&quot; Money'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShMvvj8A5RI/AAAAAAAAACI/yQdluvI6QDQ/s72-c/mygirls12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-4290525370553401351</id><published>2009-05-17T19:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:37:11.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>My Three Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we watched the movie Marley &amp;amp; Me last night (I know, it's been out a while and I'm behind the times) and I bawled my eyes out at the end. But overall, it was a REALLY funny movie. It got me thinking about all the crazy stuff my dogs do, yet I still love them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336954844246484626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShCsJ4mcppI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y3zhfYleU8w/s200/Isabel%27s+Pictures+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First there's Snowy, who is "Issy's dog" (we all know that it is really mom who takes care of her!), an Eskie. We've had Snowy for about five and a half years, and she is a funny little dog. When she gets nervous, she vomits. This goes for car rides, when people she doesn't know come around, or when our other dog, Sadie, gets snappy with her. She vomits... then she rolls in it. Oh yeah, she is one of those dogs that likes to roll in stinky stuff. So she often goes around smelling like vomit. Sometimes she smells like vomit mixed with whatever stinky thing she got into outside, like a dead bird that the cat left on the doorstep. Now that you are all feeling like you will vomit, I'll move on. Snowy also sometimes likes to forget that she is housebroken, and will poo on the floor. Luckily, she doesn't roll in that. She sheds more than any creature I have ever seen - huge clumps of white fluff everywhere. We joke that we could make another dog with the fur she sheds. Seriously, most of our friends probably think we never vacuum our house, even though we vacuum at least once a day. This is why I really want a Dyson! She also chews, and is particularly fond of items she finds in the bathroom trash (just use your imagination on this one). Despite all of this, we love her dearly. She adores Issy and is protective of both of the kids. She also likes to lick my feet, which for some reason I actually enjoy and let her do. I know - weird, gross, and too much information! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336953908856731090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShCrTcAJtdI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z7H0tU57Ce8/s200/christmas0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next there's Sadie. We've had her for about four years and we adopted her as an older dog. We really don't know how old she is, but she's pretty white (where she should be brown). She is a bassett hound that is white with large bovine-like spots, and she is incredibly fat and lazy. She is "Emmy's dog" (see first paragraph). Now, while Snowy usually smells like vomit, Sadie smells like feet. Constantly. Remember your middle school locker room? That's the smell. She also sometimes forgets she is housebroken, or rather is too lazy to go out. Once we heard a sound like running water in the living room, and looked in there in time to catch her hanging her hiney off the chair to pee onto the floor. I guess she didn't feel like even really getting up that time! And if you're sitting in "her chair" (yes, the one she peed off of), she will sit in front of you and make you so uncomfortable with her unblinking stare that you move. Sadie is also one of the sweetest, most loving dogs you'll ever meet. She loves to sing (howl), and has a beautiful, soulful voice. She is also very maternal, and tries to mother everything (the kids, the kitten, the chicks). She lets Emmy sit, lay, and jump on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336954367810056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShCruJvJr1I/AAAAAAAAABw/KhpDlFl23vk/s200/Holidays+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last but not least, there's Brodie. Now he's my baby. He is a boxer that we have now had for almost three years. When we got him, he had a weak immune system, so I was told by the vet not to take him out until he was about eight months old and seemed to have gained some strength. Therefore he did not get early socialization and is terrified of everyone and everything. He has literally jumped at his own shadow on the pavement before. He cringes away from other animals (big or small), other people, big trucks, lawnmowers, weedeaters, bicycles...... Sorry, got off track there. Sometimes when he is scared, he pees - very embarrassing when we have company. He has a severe flea allergy, and living in the South means we battle with his skin conditions for about nine months out of the year. His hair comes out, he chews raw spots into himself, and often stays on antibiotics and steroids for at least part of the summer. And this is with monthly prescription flea treatments. By the way, he is sensitive to the steroids and they make him unable to control his urine at times. Seriously. He'll just be sitting there and it starts to come out, at which time he makes a run for the door and looks all embarrassed (unlike the other two, he generally remembers that he is housebroken). Brodie is also the absolute gassiest creature I have ever encountered (even worse than my husband!). And you can hear it. About every ten minutes. And the smell follows. He'll even look at his hind end after doing it like it offended him and leave the room! Brodie snores. And drools. And thinks he's a sixty pound lap dog. I love him so much! He has the most adorable underbite you will ever see, and the most liquid brown eyes. He always knows when I don't feel well or have had a bad day and lays his head in my lap. Really, he stays by my side constantly - even following me into the bathroom. Out of all of my pets, he is the most well-behaved and follows almost any command I give him. He also makes a great pillow when I'm sitting on the couch watching a movie (he doesn't have the same odor issues the other two do!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So these are my four-legged babies, or at least the ones that bark. Despite all of their issues, we really could not imagine life without them. Well, maybe we'd spend less on air fresheners....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-4290525370553401351?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/4290525370553401351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=4290525370553401351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4290525370553401351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/4290525370553401351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-three-dogs.html' title='My Three Dogs'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/ShCsJ4mcppI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y3zhfYleU8w/s72-c/Isabel%27s+Pictures+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-3357844869267522403</id><published>2009-05-14T19:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:27:18.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Lightning Bugs and Other Things I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sgy2rnY1X9I/AAAAAAAAABY/pYh4__bPX_M/s1600-h/hitchitiwithfriends12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335840518950969298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sgy2rnY1X9I/AAAAAAAAABY/pYh4__bPX_M/s400/hitchitiwithfriends12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sgy0rz1hr_I/AAAAAAAAABI/lDX5jrIYpqE/s1600-h/hitchitiwithfriends12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the outdoors. When the weather starts to warm up in the spring I come out of hibernation along with all the other critters. I often find myself sitting outside in the evenings on the porch swing or around the firebowl on the back porch, just enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin, or feeling the cool night breezes on my neck. I sit and read, or watch squirrels and chipmunks in the back yard, or just listen to the birds in the trees. I daydream about things I want to do with my back yard - all of the gardens I want to create, the tree swing we hope to string from a tall branch later this summer, getting a new hammock between the two trees in the middle of the yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I even sit outside on rainy evenings, but then I stick to the swing on the covered side porch. The other night it was raining and as I sat on the swing reading my book a movement caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I stared hard at the dark, wet ground for a full minute before I saw it again. It was a small toad hopping across my little rock garden! At that moment I realized I had not seen any toads in the yard for a very long time. When we first moved into this home about five years ago there were tons of them, and you could watch them jumping around the front yard when it rained. They would hop all over the wet street, and even when it was not raining you could run water into a couple of holes in the front yard and they would come hopping out. In the past two to three years, I don't think I've seen any until this little guy crossed my path the other night. Maybe they just got tired of the kids chasing them out of their hidey holes with the water hose and moved to a more peaceful yard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just now my neighbor's daughter brought over a bottle full of maybe a hundred teeny tiny baby frogs that she had collected from the field where her older sister plays soccer. We just released them into the yard, so hopefully they'll thrive and I'll be able to enjoy even more of our amphibious friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another thing I miss is lightning bugs. In previous years, the lightning bugs were so thick in the evenings that it looked angels had dumped glitter into our neighborhood. If we were returning from late errands the effect was truly magical as we rounded the curve onto our part of the street. We would show the kids how to catch them in their hands and peer in to watch them glow, and then let them go again. This year I have been looking every night, straining to see even one in our wooded back yard, but have been disappointed to find none. I hope that they will just be a little later than usual in coming this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noticing the absence of these creatures only makes me more committed to doing what I can for the environment. I have been striving to live a little greener over the past couple of years, and I know my little bit helps but I wish I could do more. I wish every one were more conscious of how their actions affect our world. When God gave man dominion over the creatures of the world, I don't think he meant for man to dominate and do whatever we wanted. I think God intends for us to care for the rest of His creation - to understand it, to treasure it, and to respect it. I don't want my future grandchildren to grow up in a world without frogs and lightning bugs, never even knowing what they look like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636852303531310730-3357844869267522403?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/3357844869267522403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=3357844869267522403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3357844869267522403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/3357844869267522403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/05/lightning-bugs-and-other-things-i-miss.html' title='Lightning Bugs and Other Things I Miss'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sgy2rnY1X9I/AAAAAAAAABY/pYh4__bPX_M/s72-c/hitchitiwithfriends12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-6888393524640604815</id><published>2009-05-12T18:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:39:31.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Guess what?! .... Chicken butt!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sgn6XvNsWwI/AAAAAAAAABA/XZpXOSw_enE/s1600-h/Chicks+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335070519314897666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sgn6XvNsWwI/AAAAAAAAABA/XZpXOSw_enE/s320/Chicks+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You read that right - seven chicken butts to be exact! The chicks we adopted from the school are two weeks old today and appear to be going through some sort of gawky teenage stage. They still have fluff, but have a good bit of adult feathers sticking out, and they are all looking longer and more awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From what I've been able to glean from the internet, I'm thinking we have four girls and three boys, though one of the boys is only here temporarily until his other family is ready for him. Really, I guess you could say the other two roosters are here temporarily, too, since we won't be keeping them. I love the sound of a rooster crowing, but I really don't think my neighbors share in that appreciation! We have named the girls Ginger, Purdy, Silvermist, and Fawn (the last two are courtesy of Emmy, who watches way too much Tinkerbell!); and the boys are TicToc, Luigi, and Omelet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now we are keeping them inside in a big plastic bin lined with newspaper and paper towels - VERY STINKY!! But as soon as they are big enough that a snake won't have them for breakfast we plan on moving them outside to the chicken shanty we built in the backyard. Ginger has developed a new talent just today - she is the first one that can fly out of the bin! I came in from work this evening and, lo and behold, she was strutting around the room like she owned the place. Her siblings were all watching her through the clear plastic side of the bin. I think she's going to be the bad influence of the group!&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/1636852303531310730-6888393524640604815?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/6888393524640604815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=6888393524640604815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6888393524640604815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/6888393524640604815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-what-chicken-butt.html' title='Guess what?! .... Chicken butt!!'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/Sgn6XvNsWwI/AAAAAAAAABA/XZpXOSw_enE/s72-c/Chicks+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-7109440055338040864</id><published>2009-05-09T20:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:52:35.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SgYkClnUu3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/P2WjvChv2DE/s1600-h/mygirls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990435542317938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SgYkClnUu3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/P2WjvChv2DE/s200/mygirls3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just wanted to wish all of my mommy friends a HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mother's Day always makes me reflect on what being a mom has meant for me, and so I thought I'd share a few things from the past year. Over the past year, being a mom has meant a lot of hugs/kisses/snuggles with my 4 year old, but not so many any more from my 11 year old. It has been embarrassing my 11 year old in carpool line by yelling out "I said 'I love you'" when she doesn't say it back as she gets out of the car. Being a mom this year has been driving back all the way across town to fetch the $400 retainer that was left under a friend's trampoline. It's also been trying to get over the fact that my oldest has hit puberty, wears my clothes and shoes, and reminds me daily that she is as tall as me (which really is not that big an accomplishment considering how incredibly short I am!). Mommyhood this year has been major bedtime battles, some of which I am ashamed to say I lost. Bubble baths (for the kids, not me!), sleepovers, lots of ketchup (what is up with kids and ketchup?!), about 4,000 loads of laundry (and that's just one week!), morning meltdowns when time is already crunched, bedtime stories, "alligator cereal", report cards, playing outside, adopting baby chicks from school, lots of Tinkerbell (I can quote the movie as well as my 4 year old can!), growth spurts and having to buy both children whole new wardrobes at the same time as a result (of course, right after I had already bought their winter clothes!). Being a mommy this year has been eating a lot of cold meals in restaurants because Emmy just has to go to the bathroom right before the food comes to the table - without fail, every time! It has also been sidewalk chalk, planting flowers, ice cream and cake for breakfast, princess parties, field trips where horses tried to steal my camera, Sparky and Peanut, bedroom makeovers, giggles, Tech Fair, Science Fair, Media Festival, and Issy's new kitten scratching my ankles from under the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm also a mommy to several other creatures, including three dogs, two cats, and seven chicks. Sadly, over the past year we had to say goodbye to a pet rat (RIP Brisby) and a beloved cat, Memphis. As a mommy to all of these babies I have cleaned up a lot of pet accidents (puke, poop, pee, you know, all the 'p' words), built a chicken coop with my husband, scooped cat boxes, made a few vet trips, laughed at the chicks, laid on the dogs, taken some walks, lost a fish (literally, lost it, never found it), vacuumed (a lot!), battled a few fleas (and unlike the bedtime battles, I was victorious!), thanked the cats for the presents left on the doorstep (fellow kitty owners - you know what I'm talking about), and endless looks of love and admiration (at least from the dogs, the cats only care that I feed them!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really, I could go on and on..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being a mom is GREAT!&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/1636852303531310730-7109440055338040864?l=puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/feeds/7109440055338040864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636852303531310730&amp;postID=7109440055338040864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/7109440055338040864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636852303531310730/posts/default/7109440055338040864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesandsalads.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Anneliese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264115523621173844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SsvZXILagsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vA2iTMPZTvM/S220/100_4523.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SgYkClnUu3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/P2WjvChv2DE/s72-c/mygirls3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636852303531310730.post-5328029438072780788</id><published>2009-05-09T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:05:14.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Here Goes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SgVuHKht5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q4vaHU735dQ/s1600-h/Isabel%27s+Pictures+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333790403054135058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t16GqXMsymk/SgVuHKht5xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q4vaHU735dQ/s320/Isabel%27s+Pictures+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for stopping by! This blog is something I have thought about doing for a while now, and reading some of my friends' blogs convinced me to take the plunge. So, here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The blog title is courtesy of my oldest daughter (as is the picture), who for the sake of this blog we'll call Issy. When she was in first or second grade she made me a picture for Mother's Day at school, and as part of the assignment she had to describe me. She wrote that her mommy has purple hair (I really did - kind of reddish-purple), her mommy's favorite thing to do is laundry (probably because I do it all of the friggin' time!), and that her mommy likes &lt;strong&gt;puppies and salads&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't really have a plan for this blog - just random musings from me about family life, pets, friends, work, anything and everything. 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