<?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-9014736772875261356</id><updated>2011-09-05T09:47:37.361-06:00</updated><category term='Moving'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='baby'/><category term='planning'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Lonely'/><category term='packing'/><category term='work'/><category term='piper'/><category term='fairies'/><category term='playing'/><category term='unpacking'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical</title><subtitle type='html'>Love has made me completely nonscensical.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8325017887489806999</id><published>2010-10-30T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:34:29.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TMzxe_sYUzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T9fHi6EszOU/s1600/CIMG1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TMzxe_sYUzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T9fHi6EszOU/s320/CIMG1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534063556927443762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not Halloween yet, but as tomorrow is Sunday, we had our costume day today. So I have a picture for you. And the news for now is that the places we might be going during the summer are as follows: Louisiana (Baton Rouge, New Orleans, or Shreveport), Texas, Oklahoma City, or possibly even Virginia (lyssa will be home by then though). But those are just possibilities. We won't know for sure until about thanksgiving or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indy's favorite thing right now is to eat his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper loves to play with Indy, and get her nails painted. And play with hair. Ah my girl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8325017887489806999?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8325017887489806999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8325017887489806999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8325017887489806999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8325017887489806999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TMzxe_sYUzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T9fHi6EszOU/s72-c/CIMG1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-3040593234374444905</id><published>2010-10-16T10:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:41:23.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update, update, my kingdom for an update</title><content type='html'>Ah-ha! She has been spotted. The elusive updater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, quick news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now living in our own apartment in Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indy is healthy and sitting on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piper is as precocious as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be leaving the state again this summer to do sales, and then we're hoping Logan will be attending BYUI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have friends for neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're back in Nampa, different ward, very very close to old location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for a cute moment with piper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello sammich, how are you today?" Picks up sandwich and inspects it closely. "Oh that's good, I'm glad." Takes a large bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for some pictures.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TLnUI6vy6YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ujbMe2Rw52c/s1600/CIMG1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528683267247761794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TLnUI6vy6YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ujbMe2Rw52c/s320/CIMG1202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TLnUtx7DqOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3PykVfEpCCY/s1600/CIMG1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528683900534237410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TLnUtx7DqOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3PykVfEpCCY/s320/CIMG1200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Piper after rocking herself to sleep in the rocking chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Indy in a bucket. Happy boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. Keep your eyes peeled for another update! It'll happen. I swear!&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/9014736772875261356-3040593234374444905?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/3040593234374444905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=3040593234374444905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3040593234374444905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3040593234374444905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-update-my-kingdom-for-update.html' title='update, update, my kingdom for an update'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TLnUI6vy6YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ujbMe2Rw52c/s72-c/CIMG1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7480671244478541677</id><published>2010-09-06T14:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:43:25.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TIVRvUhFL-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/p_52K4APZrw/s1600/P1020831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513903192188202978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TIVRvUhFL-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/p_52K4APZrw/s320/P1020831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so here are some more recent shots of the kids. This is Indy at Yellowstone, about two months ago. Still too long I know, but a little better. And this is Piper at the Zoo, about a week later. She was very excited about the Peacock. So here they are. Aren't they wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TIVRefQoivI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MN_H9v0UI-k/s1600/Happy+Piper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513902903014230770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TIVRefQoivI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MN_H9v0UI-k/s320/Happy+Piper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-7480671244478541677?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7480671244478541677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7480671244478541677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7480671244478541677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7480671244478541677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TIVRvUhFL-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/p_52K4APZrw/s72-c/P1020831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7635578906998104653</id><published>2010-08-31T23:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:02:29.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Alive!</title><content type='html'>No, I did not fall off the face of the planet after having my child. I just went to Texas. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been enjoying southern living while Logan sells security systems. I am now in California while he sells for another three weeks and then we will be meeting back up in Idaho. So I'm missing my man and currently homeless. And I have two wonderful children that are happy and healthy and a joy to have. So that's what's new with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for a wonderful Texan quote: "You all can go to hell. I'm going to Texas." - David Crockett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TH3rTOxQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wqYY_w6PtbU/s1600/P1020504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511820234586126066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TH3rTOxQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wqYY_w6PtbU/s320/P1020504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is with all his tubes. Kinda scary, huh? it made me cry an awful lot to see him like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TH3rpqEdygI/AAAAAAAAAHk/41PtuQp3y1A/s1600/Baby+Linden+6+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511820619871537666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TH3rpqEdygI/AAAAAAAAAHk/41PtuQp3y1A/s320/Baby+Linden+6+days.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here he is without his tubes at six days. I must say, he's a heck of a lot cuter this way. Especially since he does the popeye thing just like piper used to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all for this time. I'll get more recent pics uploaded soon. See you all later!&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/9014736772875261356-7635578906998104653?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7635578906998104653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7635578906998104653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7635578906998104653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7635578906998104653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2010/08/shes-alive.html' title='She&apos;s Alive!'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/TH3rTOxQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wqYY_w6PtbU/s72-c/P1020504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8680781385715937359</id><published>2010-04-16T14:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:23:28.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Linden</title><content type='html'>I have a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Farron Linden Rice. We call him Indy. He's at St. Alphonsus Hospital in the NICU because he has breathing problems. We are hoping to take him home sometime this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born at 12:38 PM on Monday April 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He weighed 8 lbs. 9 oz. and was 20 1/2 in. long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the most beautifulest baby ever, and no, I'm not biased at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to have some pictures up of him soon. They're kind of scary, he's got tubes coming out all over. Still a cute little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is thrilled, he wanted a boy in the worst way. And now he has his son. We have a son. So weird. But wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8680781385715937359?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8680781385715937359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8680781385715937359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8680781385715937359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8680781385715937359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2010/04/linden.html' title='Linden'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-3933398421664020395</id><published>2010-02-23T10:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:28:40.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday news</title><content type='html'>Went to the Doctor, as I do every other tuesday now. Still no sex. Oh, I'm allowed to, I mean the baby. We aren't going to be surprised. And before you say how exciting and fun that is, I have to tell you, I don't like these kinds of surprises. Not happy. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to take yucky sugar tests. Failed the first one. Took a stupid long one and threw it all up. Have to try to take another. Not thrilled about this development. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having this child, be it boy or girl, on April 12th. Thought you finely feathered fellows might want to know. C section again. And yes, I know it's not fun, I've done it before, but trying a vbac just doesn't really seem fun. So none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-3933398421664020395?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/3933398421664020395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=3933398421664020395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3933398421664020395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3933398421664020395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-news.html' title='Tuesday news'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7270149909627398287</id><published>2010-01-29T10:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:04:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated, but here.</title><content type='html'>I know I know, I promised to update after I went to the doctor. Well, it's after! In fact, it's so much after that it's almost time for me to go again. :) I was going to let you all know if I am having a boy or a girl. Well I am. A boy or a girl. They couldn't tell which it was. So I didn't feel the pressing need to let you all know that I don't know yet. But whichever it is, it's healthy and perfect and I'm doing great.  So I'll let you know when and if I find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Piper is growing like a weed and indroducing new and fun obstacles in my life. I love it. The sad thing is, I can't really hold her too much any more. I really love rocking ehr to sleep, but she's so heavy and this baby is so big now that I can't have her there for more than 5 minutes before it puts too much pressure for me to handle. Isn't that terrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is getting more work... not much, but enough. Thank you all so much for your prayers. We love you and are thinking of you all. Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-7270149909627398287?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7270149909627398287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7270149909627398287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7270149909627398287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7270149909627398287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2010/01/belated-but-here.html' title='Belated, but here.'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-818438468621266569</id><published>2009-11-18T23:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:56:06.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know, I'm dreadful.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying, really I am! I'm just busy so much now it's hard to find the time to sit at the computer for any amount of time. Toddlers require much more energy and ingenuity than infants. And they like keyboards a heck of a lot more too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Piper took a dreadful spill today and I feel like the worst mother in the world. I didn't see it coming, because sudden trips into speakers are far from predictable. And so the immediate and heartbreaking screaming started and I felt like the biggest failure. She's fine, actually, which is just enough that I don't hate myself totally. But I get a huge pang everytime I see the ginormous dent and swollen eye she is now sporting. Her vision is unaffected, and even pushing directly on the wound doesn't bother her in the slightest. So my guilt has been slightly assauged, but I don't think I'll feel ok until the mark is gone. :( Being a parent is hard when you can't protect them from themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like crap, but we finally have insurance so I can go to a doctor and figure out why. Yay!!!!! Hopefully all will be well and it will be an easy fix. Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question. I'm sure you will probably find it strange, but what to pincherbugs eat? Also called silverfish(dunno why) and earwigs (because they will unfortunately burrow in if possible). I know they eat something, but what? I doubt they eat earwax out in nature. In fact, I'm fairly certain they don't if they are able to get in your ear either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely random side note, I miss 90's music. I love the current music found on the radio and CD's and suchlike, I do really. But I was watching Dancing with the Stars the other night and they had some great songs fromthe 90's. And The 80's too, which I always have loved. But I never realized how much I like the music from when I grew up. Totally random discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold here now. We keep getting snow. Actually, I would love it if we got snow, because that would bring UP the temperature. No cloud cover equals unbelievably cold weather. I want to wear my ski jacket most days. Can't go outside with wet hair, it will freeze. No room in the fridge? Stick it out in the garage. Though it may get colder than you wanted. Note to self: never put canned soda outside in below freezing temperatures, will explode. Dunno why, and thankfully we have soda only once in a blue moon, but it happened to my mother-in-law at the end of last winter. I think. Leastwise, that's what was claimed. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper is almost ready to begin potty-training, we just have to help her get over her fear of the toilet. But she announces when she's done going to the bathroom, and runs to her room and scales her changing table when we say it's time for diaper change. It's actually pretty darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I best be going, next time, if my internet is being more cooperative I'll upload some pictures and maybe even a video. If I can swing it. Stupid internet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-818438468621266569?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/818438468621266569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=818438468621266569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/818438468621266569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/818438468621266569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-i-know-im-dreadful.html' title='I know I know, I&apos;m dreadful.'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-2560438351465578781</id><published>2009-10-19T15:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:19:52.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>I know I'm just a young spring chicken to most of you who read this, but I feel old. Don't get mad, it's just the new life stages I'm encountering, it makes me feel like I'm far too old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is in 2 days. Creepy.... well, I'm hoping it will be, what with the Halloween theme going on. :) I love birthdays, I get to talk to everybody who loves me, and I just feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is...hard for us right now, so, I don't want to sound desparate or whiney, but we sure would appreciate whatever prayers and good thoughts you can send our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently discovered that I really love techno music. Again. I used way back... like 10 years ago. But I do again. And ohmigarsh, so does Piper. She is so hilarious when I turn on that kind of music. Her butt just starts going.... and she giggles and spins... so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Piper. i have neglected you all needing your Piper fixes. So, her new words:&lt;br /&gt;Daddy(exactly, no slurring whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Tank you (for thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Doggie (which can be anything from a dog to a car)&lt;br /&gt;Kitty kitty, which goes eyow eyow&lt;br /&gt;Becca (only name thus far, and boy does her auntie love it)&lt;br /&gt;buggie (which we don't know what on earth it is, not bugs, boogers, or binkies...????)&lt;br /&gt;Why(and so it begins)&lt;br /&gt;Hey you&lt;br /&gt;Ball (where's ball? theres ball! is repeated over and over as she throws it and then finds it again)&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Go way&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;Owwww&lt;br /&gt;Baby (always 'oh is baby')&lt;br /&gt;Bear (rawr!)&lt;br /&gt;Sheep (ba ba ba ba)&lt;br /&gt;Duckie (quack quack quack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not believe how many things quack now... And she also knows that she is Piper, and if we ask she shreiks PIPEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs full speed ahead, which isn't good when wearing socks. She falls at full speed too. I have a shirt that I'm wearing today with a my little pony on it. She points at it every few minutes, calls it a doggie, and then barks at it a few times. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got her four front teeth, two more on the bottom, and two top molars. Lots more food available, which she enjoys very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another and sad note, I have to go now, so have a happy Halloween if I don't get back on before then!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-2560438351465578781?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/2560438351465578781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=2560438351465578781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2560438351465578781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2560438351465578781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/10/youth.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7114102181643930352</id><published>2009-07-23T12:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:53:36.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things learned</title><content type='html'>I've been accumulating random tidbits of information and I thought I might impart some of this fairly boring, yet occasionally helpful information on you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sex can become painful when going through menopause (not that I am, just interesting to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Denture Cleaning Solutions work wonderfully on your shower heads to unclog and decalcify them without scratching and making it dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-using a fine-toothed comb to hold a nail while trying to hammer it in helps clumsy folks such as I who may fear pounding fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flowers can make anyone happy, and brighten their day considerably, whether from spouses or children, from stores or from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Little girls shaking their booties will bring smiles to even the most grumpy of indviduals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your indoor cats are too much, let them become outside cats, and in all likelyhood the mouse and bird population surrounding your home will take a mysterious plummet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Clean Magic Erasers work on darn near everything and are fabulous, but they also take off paint so use with caution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you are a new mother and have trouble finding time for a shower, take your child in with you. They will eventually enjoy it if they don't right away, and then you have gottne them clean too. Also helps if they've had an expolsive diaper, or thrown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-May not work for those of you afraid of them, but if you have a bug problem and can't afford exterminators, leave the spiders and their webs if you can and they'll help cut down on your bug population. Obviously don't leave poisonous ones, but otherwise they help more than they hinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the heat, instead of blow drying your hair, let it air dry and you'll stay a lot cooler. Doesn't work if your hair is uncooperative or must be tamed, but especially children can stay cool, and wet hair in ponytails stay cool for a while and cools any breeze that reaches your neck. Very handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't plant cantalope near squash because they can cross pollinate and squashalope isn't really fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It is possible to dehydrate spaghetti sauce and take the powder camping with you. Or just save space with food storage. (Logan thinks it's the coolest thing ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Standing and sitting with your back straight and keeping good posture eliminates a few inches from your waist, and developes muscles that can in fact eat the fat that you're hiding doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flipflops can contribute to leg and back aches, and you should do feet strengthening exercises if you plan to wear them often. if possible wear sandals with a heel strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You may think your children are too young to do something, but never underestimate them or their understanding and comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To make yourself look more awake, put highlighter or concealer on the shadows of your face (chin crease, between eyes, under eyes) and line lower lashes with bright shadow or liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In a pinch, golf shoes can be used to airate a close-cropped lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you do your own floors, do not skimp on transition strips. the cheap ones crack and break alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Horses, like many children, do not like peas. (strange I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It is possible to get a will drawn up and completed for cheap (My hubby is selling a fabulous service and if you're interested let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You should not wear a turkey on your head, it will probably get stuck. And it smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It is possible to make a camping stove with a soda can. And it works fabulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bread heels or slightly stale slices can be toasted and blended and are great for sprinkling on pasta dishes or salads and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Most summer drinks can be turned into popcicles with ice trays and popcicle sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A hot shower or bath that lasts longer than 10 minutes dehydrate your skin, so if you don't want to shorten your relaxation time remember to moisterize afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yard sales are full of things that are cheap and can be bargained down so check them out before you hit the store on saturday. (also babyshower and birthday presents can be found in such places)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pumpkins can come back for years, so keep that in mind when planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you don't want a lot of zuccini, planting in a bucket will control your produce by a significant&lt;br /&gt;amount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do not plant mint in anything but a box or bucket or it will take over your garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snow peas and sugar snap peas cross pollinate, but are actually pretty good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate dipped grapes are actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No money for dates? If you have money for a sitter just go stargazing and bring food for a picnic. No money for a sitter? Wait for the kids to be in bed (if possible) and play a game together, or Turn on some soft music and just dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To much of a good thing isn't good and 5 slices of watermelon in a one year old are too much no matter how good it is. And 5 slices of watermelon actually produces quite a bit of vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love your family and they'll love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is all you need. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-7114102181643930352?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7114102181643930352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7114102181643930352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7114102181643930352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7114102181643930352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-learned.html' title='Things learned'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-6872632974450228293</id><published>2009-05-28T21:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:12:58.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I know I've been totally dreadful about giving you guys picutres, so i decided to rectify that situation. I'll upload a video later too, it just takes a really long time to load. So I know you guys probably could care less about me, so we'll start off with the baby. (we all know that's who you want to hear about!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9ZqnkVmpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JscNkpF8b-U/s1600-h/CIMG0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341086271795468946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9ZqnkVmpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JscNkpF8b-U/s320/CIMG0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here she is finding easter eggs, and most upsetting news, this involves &lt;em&gt;grass&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341092088790142370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9e9Nj8TaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0fzGXc7Ociw/s320/CIMG0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her fabulous birthday cake. I'm inordinately proud of myself. Please don't disillusion me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9Ya0QL0eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/92QhtrP_q-M/s1600-h/CIMG0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341084900811067874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9Ya0QL0eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/92QhtrP_q-M/s320/CIMG0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes my dorkiness shines true in my daughter. I'm so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341088102769544322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9bVMekzII/AAAAAAAAAG0/YhtEBGYUBvg/s320/CIMG0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is inspecting G on our visit to the homeland. She just loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341087166342430562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9aesA8_2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/xxNBxQqYY0M/s320/CIMG0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no baby. Just me and lyss being silly, as we are wont to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dumb hawaii and dumb tan people. I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341089761218674018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9c1urqPWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UYqEWPR2t5A/s320/CIMG0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And most recently, she has decided, on a surprise visit to the horsey, that she likes it. She now watches it from the window and points to it imperiously when I do not immediately intuit that she would like to pet it again thank you very much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So that's all for now. I'll try to get the vid up soon, and more about our lives (yes us boring adults) when I have more time. Enjoy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-6872632974450228293?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/6872632974450228293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=6872632974450228293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6872632974450228293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6872632974450228293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-i-know-ive-been-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sh9ZqnkVmpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JscNkpF8b-U/s72-c/CIMG0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7432789678002470690</id><published>2009-05-06T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:51:45.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things that happen everyday in our lives, but if we don't write about them we forget them and they quickly are lost in the fog of the past, where they are unimportant and insignificant. It doens't matter how much importance an experience has for you at the time, in a few days or months they are forgotten. It is sad to think that someday all these little joyful moments shared with my daughter are going to fade into a foggy mist of insubstantial memories that are recalled only with the greatest of effort with little detail, if any. There are so many things that if I had not written them down I would already have forgotten. It hurts my heart to know how fragile our memories are and little we can retain. I know there are plenty of things in my past that I wouldn't want to recall more clearly, but there are a great many more things that I wish I could remember far more clearly than I do now. Someday I hope we can unlock the secret to retaining our memories and how we felt while experiencing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sat down right now and tried to remember the first time you saw your child's face, could you? Not the time, obviously, but the way they looked, the way you felt, where you were, who was there. Can you remember it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tried to remember the way you felt on your wedding day, how your spouse looked, who came, what you ate, whether you cried or not, the look on your parents faces, can you? Do you remember it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember your gradutation? Were you nervous? Who spoke? Who came? Was it inside, outside? Did you have fun or just endure? Is it still there? Can you remember it at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your first job? The first day of your first job? Did you mess up? Were you a nervous wreck? Who did you work with? Can you remember their names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that so many of our experiences become so insignificant that they don't even stay in our minds? I'd like to be able to say that I will never forget how it felt to hold my daughter the first time. How I cried when I saw her, and couldn't even form the words when my husband asked me if I wanted to hold her, but he still knew. I wish I could hold that feeling inside me and never lose it even a little bit. But already it slips away, day by day. I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are the big things. I don't want to forget the way my daughter grins with her three teeth and then tries to attack my fingers. I don't want to forget how she loves to play peek-a-boo, and hides from me before popping up and laughing as she does it over and over. I don't want to forget the way she nestles down with her head under my chin and falls asleep listening to my heart. I don't want to forget how she tries to hide things on her head, and thinks it's the bestest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I don't want to forget, and I've already forgotten them. I wish I could get them back. They are my treasures, and it hurts to lose them day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what matters most. Never forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-7432789678002470690?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7432789678002470690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7432789678002470690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7432789678002470690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7432789678002470690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-so-many-things-that-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-585988858292095104</id><published>2009-04-20T16:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:44:08.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monster Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quick overview of will be covered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Piper's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Money thingies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Marriage-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Random tidbits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper turned one! I can't belive it. I'm the mother of a one year old! And she's an adorable specimen if I may say so. She is a little motorbutt, crawling at super speeds, quite hilariously too. She puts her head down and just zooms along. Which is just grand until her not-looking ends with her head coming in contact with walls and the like. Then she gets a puzzled look, often followed by a sort burst of tears, before resuming her pursuit with her head up for at least a minute or two. She doesn't like dresses, though she got several simply fabulous ones for her birthday, because they are just too darn hard to crawl in. She also got toys and other clothes, but only recently discovered that the toys can be just as much fun as the wrapping paper and boxes they came in. She also has discovered the wonders of cake. Cupcakes are fabulous, as are cookies, but cakes are allowed to be smooshed and everyone just smiles so they have become her favorite. But when she's that cute what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326906946496434786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sez5pQl7EmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-fPQLwNimhI/s320/birthday+crumbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She didn't like that it crumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326906953003773746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sez5po1ZLzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wlzDhknLai0/s320/birthday+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But she loved that I let her do it all by herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326906827628899778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sez5iVxsbcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/m2rLBYGiWKM/s320/birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And she knows when a smile will make everything forgiven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of the fabulous Easter Party, but it was oodles of fun! Piper found 5 eggs, one all by herself. She didn't like that icky grass stuff she had to traverse to get ot the wonderful tasting plastic egg, but se perservered. And she still adores them. We are putting all the eggs away with the decorations, she found a red dinosaur one and she even sleeps with it sometimes. And her birthday cake was served there. It was in the shape of an Easter basket with eggs shaped sugar cookies inside. I made it, and I am more than a little proud of myself. My first cake and it was grand. I'll have pitures up soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So Logan decided to put an ad on Craig's List for doors. He said he was a garage door guy and had a spare door sitting in the our garage that he needed to sell. He marked it up a little, and then said ne would also help install if needed for a nominal fee. 3 days later he had 25 responses. We only hope things will continue in this fashion. Because, while we aren't exactly rolling in the dough, we are able to pay our bills, and have a steady income. He had work every single day last week. For the first time in eight months. We can hardly contain our excitment. Though Piper misses him when he goes. She's used to seeing her daddy a lot more than she has of late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tuesday was our 2 year anniversary and we had a wonderful night. (Not like that! As if I'd write about it on my blog.) Fawn kept Piper overnight and we went to dinner, then to the movies, and then for some dessert. No time restraints, no worrying about getting Piper home for bed, it was like we were dating again. A year may not be that long especially in the grand scheme of things, but when you take that and tack on the 2 months I was too big to really do anything, it's been awhile since we were just husband and wife with nothing to do but enjoy each other's company. And we really did enjoy it. A great night all the way around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, sick to death of mamma mia. I could sit here and write out the entire script for you. Piper still enjoys it to the hilt though, and so when we must confine her to her bouncer (like when I'm mopping and suchlike) it's on. She is almost walking... well she's technically walking, because she's taken steps, but she won't now. She is terrified of falling, and so won't stand if you let go of her. She took a bad spill and now the only way to get her to walk is to trick her into it. Which only works every once in a while, because she's caught onto that ploy. I'm going back down to California tomorrow, because I do that a lot. I'm pretty fond of it there. Though it's been in the eighties here so I'm actually starting to enjoy myself. But we are actually going because alyssa is back from collegia and she has to see piper, and I'm benefitting from that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, that's it. Hugely a lot I know, but it's been a while, and so much has happened!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here are a few headlines that missed the point:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Include Your Children When Baking Cookies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Something Went Wrong In Jet Crash, Expert Says&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lung Cancer in Women Mushrooms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eye Drops Off Shelf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Teachers Strike Idle Kids &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Miner Refuses to Work After Death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stolen Painting Found By Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;War Dims Hope for Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Typhoon Rips Through Cemetary, Hundreds Dead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kids Make Nutritious Snacks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Steals Clock, Faces Time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sex Ed. Delayed, Teachers Request Training&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-585988858292095104?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/585988858292095104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=585988858292095104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/585988858292095104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/585988858292095104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/04/monster-update.html' title='The Monster Update'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/Sez5pQl7EmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-fPQLwNimhI/s72-c/birthday+crumbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7409748264985899758</id><published>2009-03-03T00:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:35:17.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Learned</title><content type='html'>-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Babies do not want the toys you bought for them. Give them keys, water bottles, or magnets and they will be much happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Horses run in circles, whether or not they are on a track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lose enough times and no game is fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Babies will explode out of their diapers at the most inopportune moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It takes money to make money. Oft said, but newly realized in a personal way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New shoes bring joy to ones life. No matter how much you spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talking after people stop listening is pointless, but I can't seem to stop myself. I hate leaving thoughts unfinished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;People rarely listen through the end of what you have to say. But will pretend that they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taxes are grand in theory, but useless in practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Clothes never look as good on you as they do on the manequin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your children are the most expensive and precious thing in your home, and yet they are usually an afterthought to everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The world is a strange and scarely place. Heard said many times. Realized in truth only very recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Many people will take everything they can get, even if it's more than they need or want. Just because they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The less stress in your life, the less time you waste in pointless worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boys are thoughtless, irresponsible, unromantic, crude, and sometimes mean. But we love them still. And we forgive them of these things in hopes that they will forgive us for being fickle and picky and emotional and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Marriages are hard, but being alone is harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is the cure-all in any situation. And if you remember that you'll be quicker to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you are happier throughout the day everything just seems to work itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love my family more and more, and it never seems to stop, though I was sure it would. But I'm very glad it hasn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you all learned? I want to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-7409748264985899758?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7409748264985899758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7409748264985899758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7409748264985899758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7409748264985899758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-learned.html' title='Things Learned'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-1357786396215909334</id><published>2009-02-25T18:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:18:31.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no people like these people!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I especially love it when I have people who love me around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, for instance, all my family here who just love being with me. And the extended family, my grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles who I just love to see. And &lt;em&gt;talk &lt;/em&gt;to! And also those people from church! All the people I grew up with and know so well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love seeing all these people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love catching up and just chatting the day away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love having people to hang out with all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love not being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306908725398350498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SaXtXljKKqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/V3T-fHSR0mo/s320/faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you see the faces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-1357786396215909334?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/1357786396215909334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=1357786396215909334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/1357786396215909334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/1357786396215909334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-no-people-like-these-people.html' title='There&apos;s no people like these people!!!'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SaXtXljKKqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/V3T-fHSR0mo/s72-c/faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-4002939097224626058</id><published>2009-02-19T22:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:50:57.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are here, in the land of sunshine. Now, some may argue (particularly my sisters in Hawaii), but I have to say that California IS the land of sun. It's the middle of february and we were out working on our tan this afternoon. How I have missed this. It's been storming in Idaho and we just beat a huge one last weekend that would have had us snowed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why are down here, again? Well, unfortunately, it's not for fun or sun. Well, it is for me. But we aren't here on a lovely holiday (that was last month), this trip is business. Logan is working for his brother for two weeks while the person he hired to replace Logan when we moved is down in Mexico. Basically we're here to make us some money to keep us afloat for a little while we look for jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piper's favorite movie is Mamma Mia! and we watch it between 2 and 5 times a day. So isn't it strange that I still love the songs? I do. I listen to them and sing them all the time. Piper loves it. She claps for me. She's growing so fast!!! She crawls real crawling now. And she claps and waves. And talks, though she doesn't know what she's saying. She says mama and dada and nana. We've decided that since she started this nana thing while we're here that she's saying grandma, so that will be my mom's nickname. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I've told people, but I've been writing a book. It's taking over my brain. Everytime I am watching a movie or listening to music or knit, or change a diaper, or update my blog, or read a book, or anything really, my thoughts are hijacked by my plot. I only hope that something will come of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304752501170939714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SZ5ES0Wop0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/1_n6nGz0454/s320/081230+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-4002939097224626058?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/4002939097224626058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=4002939097224626058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4002939097224626058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4002939097224626058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/02/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SZ5ES0Wop0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/1_n6nGz0454/s72-c/081230+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-2224305781834059282</id><published>2009-02-09T14:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:05:21.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my dearie me</title><content type='html'>So it's february, still winter right? So it's been hot and sunny... okay, it's been 40 outside, but it's been sunny everyday, and that's way hotter than the 20 that it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking oh yay, spring is on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up to a snow flurry. That hasn't stopped all day. And it's sticking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, being a woman sucks, and I wish I didn't have to be. But I doubt being a boy would be any fun either. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper is little miss motor butt, and can't hold still to save her life. She doesn't even stay still while she's sleeping. Everytime she wake up from her nap, or I wake her up in the morning she's in a &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;different position than the one I laid her down in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is starting to learn words. Not saying them, but their meaning. She knows what no means and seems to take unholy delight in utterly ignoring us when we use it. She gives me that oh so innocent smile and I just know she's going to be an unholy terror. She'll probably have her daddy wrapped a around her finger and doing whatever she wants in no time flat. And me too probably. She's too darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few words that I am particularly fond of (That don't actually exist): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquadextrous - Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub faucet on and off with your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burgacide - when  a hamburger can't take any more torture and hurls itself through the grill into the coals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconfect - To sterilize the piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, somehow assuming this will remove all the germs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giraffiti - Vandalism spray painted very very high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intaxication - the euphoria you feel at recieving your tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karmageddon - It's like, when everyone is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like the earth explodes and it's like a serious bummer ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phonesia - The affliction of dialing a phone number and fogeting who you were calling just as they answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reintarnation - When you come back to life as a hillbilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarchasm - the gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the recipient who doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatyr- A lecherous Mr. Potato Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telecrastination - The act of letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even if you're only 6 inches away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have a wonderful day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-2224305781834059282?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/2224305781834059282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=2224305781834059282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2224305781834059282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2224305781834059282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-dearie-me.html' title='Oh my dearie me'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-915372666141266467</id><published>2009-01-28T15:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:46:50.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to you all, and I hope your holidays were joyous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the Piper update:&lt;br /&gt;*She has two teeth now&lt;br /&gt;*She enjoys biting fingers&lt;br /&gt;*She shines with unholy glee when she makes me scream&lt;br /&gt;*She is mobile&lt;br /&gt;*She doesn't like our hardwood floors&lt;br /&gt;*She loves dirt, twigs, dust bunnies, strings, bits of plastic, and other such things that accumilate on our floors&lt;br /&gt;*She puts everything in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;*She puts EVERYTHING in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;*She doesn't like her toys&lt;br /&gt;*She likes hair clips and cell phones and cds and keyboards and wires and shoes and medicine bottles and water bottles and socks and earrings and necklaces and headphones...etc.&lt;br /&gt;*She will not crawl on her hands and knees&lt;br /&gt;*She often wll crawl with her elbows and then try to walk on her feet&lt;br /&gt;*At the same time&lt;br /&gt;*She flips over&lt;br /&gt;*She doesn't like being on her back at all&lt;br /&gt;*Changing her and bathing her have become tricky propositions&lt;br /&gt;*She adores her daddy&lt;br /&gt;*When drinking her bottles if her daddy is anywhere around she must look at him&lt;br /&gt;*When she sees him she smiles&lt;br /&gt;*She likes smiling with ehr bottle in her mouth and letting the milk dribble out the corners&lt;br /&gt;*She dislikes bibs with a passion&lt;br /&gt;*She doesn't understand why I won't let her feed herself&lt;br /&gt;*Her nails grow like crazy and she uses them to latch onto things&lt;br /&gt;*She loves to latch onto my arms and neck&lt;br /&gt;*I have bloody welts on my arms and neck a lot these days&lt;br /&gt;*She is fabulous&lt;br /&gt;*She giggles adorably&lt;br /&gt;*She growls at me and then growls again if I growl back&lt;br /&gt;*She is the joy of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, no we haven't been able to find work. We are settling just fine up here. And we don't plan on another child until piper is two and a half, or we can afford it - whichever comes last. It's chilly, but I'm getting used to it and Logan adores it. We plan on visiting California again in about 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"d love to hear from you all, I'm starved for adult conversation. Actually, for a conversation, rather than talking to myself... :) Love y'all. Drop me a line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-915372666141266467?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/915372666141266467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=915372666141266467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/915372666141266467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/915372666141266467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8996022136369537846</id><published>2008-12-19T22:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:50:19.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be a very small Christmas in some ways, and very large in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a lot of money, hardly any in fact. So we spent very little in way of gifts, but still did our best to make sure we and the rest of our family and friends will enjoy the holidays. We thought a lot about what gifts we were going to give people and got things that we knew they would like, instead of buying something expensive that we thought they might. We didn't go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also couldn't spend a lot in the way of decorations. Our windows are decorated with paper snowflakes I cut out. We had a little village we started last year and set up a little table with that. (This being the last year we can for a while as by next year Piper will be able to reach it.) We got a tree from Fred Meyer for 20 bucks. It's not uber fabulous, but it's a tree and brings the Christmas feeling into our home. We got a few ornaments for very little to augment my small collection and for under 50 dollars we have a fully decorated tree(including the cost of the tree). And my biggest woe, we don't have a fireplace in this house. Or, at least, we didn't. Not wanting to try to have the Christmas spirit without a fireplace, which I find essential, I built us one. There is now a lovely paper fire crackling in a paper fireplace. It cost less than a dollar, but it still warms my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be having a small Christmas, but our love, imagination, and hearts grow large enough to make it feel not very small at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many times during this season that I have seen people spend huge quantities of money on gifts and decorations and parties. And I've seen them and the end of the season, never any happier. And I feel richer than any of them because not only do I have a loving family and wonderful friends, but I have the truth about the gospel in my life and the knowledge that no matter how bad things can get here, at the end of our season on earth, our joy will be unparralleled, and our gifts ever increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anybody else ot there is feeling the strain of the season, just keep a smile on your face and remember what the season is really about. Money isn't important, love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8996022136369537846?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8996022136369537846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8996022136369537846&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8996022136369537846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8996022136369537846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-2407107862774420081</id><published>2008-12-15T18:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:53:57.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I've seen snow before. We go up to the cabin at least once a year to see it and play in it. I've gone out in the cold and the slush. I've built snowmen and forts and had snowball fights. I've gone sledding and skiing and trudged through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why oh why do people act like it's something I have never experienced that I should be happy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the cold. I love heat. I love laying out in 100 degree weather and feeling my skin heat up. I love t-shirts and shorts and sandals. I love summer dresses and open toed heels. I love ice cream and rootbeer floats. I love swimming. I love having ripe fruit and veggies. I like heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose to move to a place right before 20 degree weather sets in. So the car doors freeze shut. The roads are covered in ice. I can't stop shivering in our house that my husband insists is tropical in its clime. I wear turtlenecks and I'm still freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-2407107862774420081?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/2407107862774420081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=2407107862774420081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2407107862774420081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2407107862774420081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-3519283148104170528</id><published>2008-12-04T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:16:07.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bigger update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here's the news. *Deep breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Piper's not crawling yet, but she sits up all one her own and she's strong enough to stand, she would just rather dive to anything that looks tasty, and everything looks tasty to her. She eats everything in sight, and even if she decides she doesn't like the taste of something she will continually put it into her mouth and make faces until you take it away from her. She loves bouncing, and though we have a ball we bounce her to sleep on, and a bouncer that she can bounce herself in, her favorite thing is to sit on your knee and bounce like she's riding a horsey. She still hates the car, which wasn't so fun on the drive to and from california, but thankfully sleeps wonderfully in then, so long as it's night. She hates plane rides more and does not sleep at all on those. The only good thing about those is that she doesn't scream during the flights, though she will shriek excitedly whenever she sees someone new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm settling in well and amusing myself with cleaning and knitting and writing. I also might have made a friend, but I'm not sure yet because I haven't really spent too much time here, and the christmas season makes it difficult to make friends with people when they're busy with family and shopping and whatnot. But I'm hoping. Keep your fingers crossed and maybe in a few weeks I'll be writing how awesome my new friend is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Logan is doing well, though business is dragging, and so he has started working for a realty company hauling trash, which may or may not offer a sort of stable future. There are some venues he's pursuing (a job for a month in california, and a hauling job with his uncle a few months out), but thus far we're living on savings and the goodwill of our families. Pray for us, if you have a spare secnd or two in your prayers, because we're nearing a point of desperation and could use all the help we can get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanksgiving was fabulous, we went down and spent it with my folks and even thought the girls weren't there a good time was had by all. We'll be going down the day after Christmas too, and though the drive is daunting and dreadful, we are looking forward to it. Well, I am at least. I think Logan is too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywhoodles, if there's anything else that you all would like to know about our stupendous lives, let me know!! I'll try to be better about posting. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276107785075606866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/STiAE5YaxVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/47TneGy4UK8/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;santa!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;finishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;off!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-3519283148104170528?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/3519283148104170528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=3519283148104170528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3519283148104170528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3519283148104170528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/12/bigger-update.html' title='A Bigger update'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/STiAE5YaxVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/47TneGy4UK8/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-6875284583273693928</id><published>2008-12-02T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:27:34.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly little update, don't you know words are for reading?</title><content type='html'>One word Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Pocket&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? Stubbly&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Short&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Amazing&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Piper&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Unremarkable&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? Water!&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? Happiness&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you’re in? Office&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? Knitting&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? Poverty&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home&lt;br /&gt;14. What you’re not? Warm&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Lemon&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list items? Books!!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you grew up? Gilroy&lt;br /&gt;18. The last thing you did? Typed&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing? Earrings&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite gadget? cell&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? kitties&lt;br /&gt;22. Your computer? Dell&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;24. Missing someone? Tamara&lt;br /&gt;25. Your car? Chevy&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you’re not wearing? Makeup&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite store? Borders&lt;br /&gt;28. Like someone? NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Green&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? 12:02:2008:13:35:23&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? 11:28:2008:18:57:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly-ness. But I can be silly. That's just the sort of girl I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots has been happening. Too cold and tired to tell you about it. Tomorrow will bear another post from me, so until then just know that nothing is ever easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, oh readers of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-6875284583273693928?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/6875284583273693928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=6875284583273693928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6875284583273693928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6875284583273693928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/12/silly-little-update-dont-you-know-words.html' title='Silly little update, don&apos;t you know words are for reading?'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-1357807292538828112</id><published>2008-10-08T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:44:46.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I know you all are probably anxious to hear what's up with me. Or just a few of you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Piper is growing like a weed. She is six months old today. She is wearing 9 month clothes. Except for one little onsie that's really cute that my mama bought for her. It's pink with puffy sleeves and little strawberries all over it. IT's a 0-3 month. It fits her perfectly. It's a phenomenon. I dunno how that works, but it does. She's been wearing it for alittle over 3 months and it fits her just as well now as it did then. But we have just discovered that the 6-9 month clothes we bought for her two weeks ago are too small now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are fairies skipping around our house making things impossible. Or, to be more precise, making impossible things happen. The clothes are only the beginning. She hasn't started crawling yet. But she's about a month away from standing on her own. And instead of eating people's chins (as I remember my brother doing) she wants to eat your nose. Or your cheek. It tickles no little bit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not the impossible. Maybe the fairies are just making things happen backwards. Logan cooks. I take out the trash. Logan shops and I stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world as I know is .... distinctly different than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the fairies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-1357807292538828112?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/1357807292538828112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=1357807292538828112&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/1357807292538828112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/1357807292538828112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-726111850900864012</id><published>2008-09-25T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:00:30.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To laugh or not to laugh-what a sad question</title><content type='html'>So, I don't know if you've noticed, but I tend to be a little silly and whimsical. Don't know rightly why, but there doesn't seem to be a cure. I am forever the weird one. :) Not that I object overmuch. I rather like being the odd one in a bunch. And boy am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some places, I actually fit in. Me and my sisters get along famously. Even my brother, who we tormented mercilessly. We are alike in many ways, though that is to be expected with the whole growing up together that we were doing. And our silliness is definitely due to the fabulousness of our parents. With burping contests at the dinner table, movie quotes tossed out at random, a dad who was more likely to tease and joke than anything else, and a mom who wasn't afraid to sing silly songs, participate in camp pranks, and taught with laughter, how could we be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the extended family gets me, mostly. Some more than others, but they love me and accept that I'm just an odd duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California gave me my wonderful sense of humor and I was allowed to be silly and sarcastic. I was allowed to make puns and be outrageous. I could pop out of a closet and scare the pants off someone (usually my mother) and then laugh with them. I could dance around and generally make a fool of myself and have a grand ole time doing it. I could scream songs at the top of my lungs and hear my sisters answering with the next line from the other end of the house. I told jokes, I giggled. I laughed uproariously. I teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Idaho is a state without humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody here gets me. I'm met with blank stares and complete incomprehension. I'm not that smart, and I know they aren't all stupid. But anything other than the most obvious jokes are just overlooked as a silly Californian being weird. And the jokes they find humorous...well I may just be too politically correct, but they all seem to be mildly offensive at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't laugh anymore. No giggles. I don't tell jokes. I don't tease - except my husband, but that's to be expected. I don't sing except to my daguhter. I don't dance at all. Sarcasm is too subtle. Silliness is looked at as immaturity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-726111850900864012?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/726111850900864012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=726111850900864012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/726111850900864012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/726111850900864012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-laugh-or-not-to-laugh-what-sad.html' title='To laugh or not to laugh-what a sad question'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-5454985390674481833</id><published>2008-09-14T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:18:11.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That icky greenish stuff</title><content type='html'>You know, that stuff that everyone says is so important. The stuff you have to have in this country. That stuff that wars are faught over. That stuff that people are killed for. That icky ole stuff that's just so gosh darn important that if you don't have it you are a nobody. Sometimes worse than a nobody. Sometimes the lack of that icky-ness renders you invisible. Or it can even send you to prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking lima beans here people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are many way of obtaining that darn green stuff. You can trade your time and efforts for it. You can trade something you already have for it. You can take it from somebody who has some. You can wait for someone who loves you to die and get it from their lawyer. You can ask someboy for some. Someone could give it to you. There are even more ways than that. But all the rest are less and less likely ways to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part is, there are far more ways to lose it. If you plan to have a house, you'll lose some. If you plan to have a baby, you'll lose some. If you want to have a car or truck you'll lose some. Even if you ride the bus or take a taxi you still lose some. If you want some else to cut your hair you lose some. If you plan on eating you lose some. If you want to have lights on in your house, heat or a/c, water, TV, Internet, phones, and someone to take away your garbage, you lose some. If you want to take those cars or trucks anywhere you lose some. If you get bad habits and try to make more in an unreliable way you could lose a lot. If someone else pretend to be you they could take all of yours. There are too many ways to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier to find places for it to go, than to find ways to get more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably the leading cause of worry in the average household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it. I wish it wasn't a necessity. But it is. And so life goes on and the endless pursuit for that dumb stuff that people obsess over continues on. Whether I like it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-5454985390674481833?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/5454985390674481833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=5454985390674481833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/5454985390674481833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/5454985390674481833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-icky-greenish-stuff.html' title='That icky greenish stuff'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-3746528999864866468</id><published>2008-09-07T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:52:01.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>"Home is where the heat is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if your heart is in more places than one? What if you have a broken heart? Does that mean your home is broken as well? What if your heart is confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be homesick. If it's possible to be homesick while in your own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family. I want to go home. Which happens to be in Idaho, California, and Hawaii, all at the same time. Because that's where my heart is. Oh yeah, and for a little while Taiwan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I'm a grown up who doesn't need to call home constantly. But I'm not. I want my mommy. And my daddy. And my little brother. And my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family are my best friends. And I feel incomplete without them. How do people do this? They do it all the time. I feel like I'm about to fall to pieces quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can make this work. I can behave normally with no tears and no heartache. I'm sure of it. I just have to figure out how. Because so far nothing has worked. I cry a lot. Rather irritating. I just have to make sure Logan doesn't see. Or anyone else for that matter. I hate it when people see me cry. Luckily they can't see my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't mope around the house or anything melodramatic like that. I clean and take care of Piper and cook. I carry on as usual. I function. I'm just not... not quite myself I suppose. I miss the silliness I have with my sisters. And the fun conversations with my brother where he tells my everything that's going on with him and shows me the newest feature in his room. And the heart-to-hearts with my dad. And the advice and jokes and giggling and talks and fun with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Now i started myself crying again. But you see, my family is such a big part of me, I just don't know what to do now that I am away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my home. I have my wonderful husband and adorable daughter. Both of whom I love fiercely. But they aren't everything. Logan is not my mother full of good advice and funny anicdotes, and Piper is not my silly sisters that make me forget about all the seriousness in life and just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can replace them. And I don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins. I miss my aunts and uncles. I miss my cousins kids. I miss my grandparents. I miss my brother. I miss my sisters. I miss my dad. I miss my mom. I want to be surrounded by family. My family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. They are my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-3746528999864866468?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/3746528999864866468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=3746528999864866468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3746528999864866468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3746528999864866468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-3844450865654824368</id><published>2008-09-01T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:28:30.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Malls, Balls, and Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; I had a lovely day today. It's Labor day, so my sister-in-law didn't have to go to work. So she and her daughter and my mother-in-law and I went to the local mall. We only went for a couple hours, all in all I think it was about 4 hours or so. We wandered around. We found cute clothes. We chatted. We bonded as women. Though my niece was mostly just excited about being able to ride in the little car carts they have there. But it was a good experience. And I got cute clothes and some good movies. Fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241301837300351314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SLzYQFzjwVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LBOwAKZl8oM/s320/Karcher_Mall.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Piper is really starting to get coordinated. She understands when something is in her hands now. And there's this ball inside another ball that's part of her little fishy playstation thingie that she absolutely loves. It's soft and she grabs it in both hands and waves it all around before throwing it with surprising accuracy at whatever is nearest that will make plenty of noise. Which then startles her and usually illicits a shriek or two. Of course, I don't know that she does it on purpose, what with her being just shy of 5 months. But I tend to think that the frequency of such occurances cannot just be chalked up to coincidence. I could be wrong though. It's happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241304113305017042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SLzaUklW2tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_9W1-GLcOzw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No pictures with our crashed computer but balls are always somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It seems like the only time I really get phone calls is when someone is trying to sell me something. Rather irritating. So this is me sending out a not-so-subtle hint that I wold like some calls of substance. Not concerning my substance and how much I'm willing to part with for something I neither want nor need. But a call from someone who cares more about how me and my daughter are doing rather than if I'm satisfied with my satellite provider. I want to hear from my family and friends. I want to hear about your days and lives and the world out there. I want to know I'm not just a potential customer. I want to hear from you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241306028546750546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SLzcEDakeFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/28lvZxMXs1g/s320/phone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-3844450865654824368?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/3844450865654824368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=3844450865654824368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3844450865654824368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/3844450865654824368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/09/malls-balls-and-calls.html' title='Malls, Balls, and Calls'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SLzYQFzjwVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LBOwAKZl8oM/s72-c/Karcher_Mall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-6817771562849297236</id><published>2008-08-22T22:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:52:50.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a well of a tale I tell you...</title><content type='html'>Well troubles. Definitely not on my list of favorite troubles. In fact, I wish to hunt down the well fairy and give her a piece of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I'm being to indirect and subtle, our well troubles are far from over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our water treated and couldn't use anything for a whole day. No showers, no drinks of water, cleaning out all the contaminated ice, no washing dishes, we weren't even supposed to flush the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday we found out that it didn't do any good, so the money we paid was for nothing. And we had to do it again. For twice the cost as last time. No water today. Just finished flushing it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house smells like a pool. They use chlorine to clean and kill everything. So I'm having strange swimming flashbacks. Kinda cool, because I totally loved the pool and swimming lessons and the swim team... but you know, it's our house. Not a pool in the middle of a hot summer day. So I'm not really so thrilled. Now I want to go swimming but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Piper is totally all better from whatever was ailing her. And she is hating life. Teething sucks. But she is utterly thrilled with oragel, so things aren't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's time for me to go now. Lots of anxiety and efficiency combined with severe shortage of sleep is not good for anybody. Much less a 21 year old mother who wakes up 4 to 5 times a night and then is up at 7 for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-6817771562849297236?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/6817771562849297236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=6817771562849297236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6817771562849297236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6817771562849297236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-well-of-tale-i-tell-you.html' title='It&apos;s a well of a tale I tell you...'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-4603176463047432474</id><published>2008-08-21T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:40:20.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piper'/><title type='text'>Piper plays. More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AvH1ICoI/AAAAAAAAADM/hHkK_3b2R8c/s1600-h/CIMG0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AvH1ICoI/AAAAAAAAADM/hHkK_3b2R8c/s320/CIMG0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237194594978368130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Suspicious of the camera she was distracted from her playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AvuJKIDI/AAAAAAAAADU/vQjFVjQM4CE/s1600-h/CIMG0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AvuJKIDI/AAAAAAAAADU/vQjFVjQM4CE/s320/CIMG0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237194605262938162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But quickly rediscovered the joys of the ball in front of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5Av6X9alI/AAAAAAAAADc/jtLB9XoXcJ0/s1600-h/CIMG0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5Av6X9alI/AAAAAAAAADc/jtLB9XoXcJ0/s320/CIMG0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237194608546245202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And got over her suspicions in time to give me a big smile while wiggling all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AwIwNPLI/AAAAAAAAADk/dCDf-hO1x2k/s1600-h/CIMG0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AwIwNPLI/AAAAAAAAADk/dCDf-hO1x2k/s320/CIMG0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237194612406041778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And then had to look over at daddy who was laughing at her antics and therefore ruining mommy's shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AwWLRxHI/AAAAAAAAADs/zIQLc18-ggw/s1600-h/CIMG0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AwWLRxHI/AAAAAAAAADs/zIQLc18-ggw/s320/CIMG0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237194616009245810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But the ball is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; and so she reached out with both hands and grabbed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to tell you, this is the first time she's really grabbed something on purpose. It was pretty dang cute. She wasn't really sure what to do with it once she got it, but it was still grand. She actually swung it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;re-caught&lt;/span&gt; it a few times too. She's growing up so fast!&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/9014736772875261356-4603176463047432474?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/4603176463047432474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=4603176463047432474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4603176463047432474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4603176463047432474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/piper-plays-more.html' title='Piper plays. More.'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SK5AvH1ICoI/AAAAAAAAADM/hHkK_3b2R8c/s72-c/CIMG0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7233588973460551864</id><published>2008-08-20T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:10:53.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>West Nile</title><content type='html'>To test for West Nile you go to the little clinic that is designated for your area. This is to cut down on how many clinics need to be equipped for testing. Also so they can keep an accurate account of how many cases have been diagnosed and in which areas. They do it for free, and they'll treat you for free too. All you have to do is make an appointment and go get your blood drawn and they'll test it and let you know within a week what your results were. And they'll set up care for you and answer any questions you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a precaution, since we couldn't figure out what I was sick with, we went last Thursday to get me tested. West Nile is common in this area, and I have many mosquito bites. I always was concerned because while it isn't supposed to be contagious, you never can tell when you're breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, Piper is safe. It can't be passed that way. In fact, only antibodies to the virus can be, so she is, in fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; likely to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had it. which I doubt. But I got a call this morning letting me know that the rather large vial of blood they drew a week ago was not enough and could I please come back so they could drain me dry? I may be exaggerating the phrasing a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;have a large bruise from the last time they drew my blood. It's free, and let me tell you, you get what you pay for. She jiggled the needle all around in my arm trying to get the tourniquet off before she took it out, and let me tell you, if the same lady is doing it again, I will walk out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my blood drawn many times. Many many times. Once I had to fill 10 vials. I know all the different techniques used. This lady had none. She should not have been allowed to hold that dumb vial, much less be the one to fill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have West Nile, and I still have to be put through this riggamaroll to satisfy my husband. And my doctors. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to take my mind off it, and yours, here are some pictures of my beautiful baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4EuP_BsI/AAAAAAAAACs/70a1Z8dtbmI/s1600-h/binkiehands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4EuP_BsI/AAAAAAAAACs/70a1Z8dtbmI/s320/binkiehands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833226743285442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She loves holding her own hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4FDGiGQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JyuZ5tXLLfc/s1600-h/eatingmyhands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4FDGiGQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JyuZ5tXLLfc/s320/eatingmyhands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833232340785410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And eating her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4FXcyEuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fXw1X_WQsiE/s1600-h/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4FXcyEuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fXw1X_WQsiE/s320/hands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833237802816226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And waving them both at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4Fg6l9-I/AAAAAAAAADE/6i5Ih8s72EI/s1600-h/lookit%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4Fg6l9-I/AAAAAAAAADE/6i5Ih8s72EI/s320/lookit%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833240343771106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And waving them at her fishies. And whacking them.&lt;br /&gt;The fishies, not her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So now I can be in a good mood. She's so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-7233588973460551864?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7233588973460551864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7233588973460551864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7233588973460551864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7233588973460551864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/west-nile.html' title='West Nile'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SKz4EuP_BsI/AAAAAAAAACs/70a1Z8dtbmI/s72-c/binkiehands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-4441283340318044742</id><published>2008-08-18T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:46:55.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>I never really thought I'd say this, but I need a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle this whole 'wake-up-and-everything-is-different-everyday' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me batty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days Logan works a little. I never know when those days are. He let's me know about 10 minutes before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days Piper wakes up at the butt-crack of dawn and is ready to be up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days she sleeps most of the day (like today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like crap and all i want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days me and Piper are happy and play all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind the differences with Piper, she's growing girl and I can adapt. But I get breakfast sometimes. Sometimes I don't eat anything until dinner and not much then. (Besides that, I've been getting really nauseous for some reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is reacting to the ambiguity of my day. It doesn't know what's going on or if it'll get fed, or how much sleep it's going to get... no wonder it's freaking out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to do, but I intend to figure out what I want for a schedule and implement it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already established that I like planning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's getting late, and I think tomorrow is going to be one of Piper's early days. So I'll see you all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-4441283340318044742?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/4441283340318044742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=4441283340318044742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4441283340318044742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4441283340318044742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-6784783018916993766</id><published>2008-08-15T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:09:07.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;All's well that ends well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah, well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well well well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess what. Our water, yeah, that's right! It comes from a well. A contaminated well as we recently found out. The water we've been drinking and showering with, and using to wash Piper, and for her formula... it's toxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she's been sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, that's why I haven't been around lately. I got uber sick. Although they aren't sure that it's a well thing, they think it might be West Nile. Oh the joys we go through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, since we halted the water intake Piper is almost completely better. But I think the remaining little sniffles and slight fever are because she is teething rather than from anything more sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! She's teething!!! Sucks at bedtime, but it's actually kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm doing better-ish. Not quite one hundred percent yet, but loads better than at the beginning of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason I haven't been updating or having any contact with the wonderful computer would be because of my wonderful husband. Insert sarcasm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* He has discovered, or rediscovered Diablo II. A dumb online game that he hasn't been able to play for a long time because we haven't had internet. But we do now. And so every spare moment is spent with the dumb computer, closeted away from the rest of the house. He gets on whenever he has a chance. And those come frequently because he's the one in charge of his schedule. He doesn't even come to bed until after I've been alseep for over an hour. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am strong and I will figure out a way to either be okay with that or secretly hide or otherwise get rid of the dumb game without him getting mad at me. ;) wish me luck! Either way I'm gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better go, my adorable little princess is getting hungry and she grins at me so big when she realizes she's going to eat. It's utterly adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's more of her being utterly adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f574307f253a2a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f574307f253a2a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959294%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BF115600079D438F15E53D9AE5BA3D901D406B3.47BCD30DC01CCADE5540224155DA6FEF17563EEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f574307f253a2a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsk3H6OFuFsvBqyLK-byc9IgOhv8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f574307f253a2a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959294%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BF115600079D438F15E53D9AE5BA3D901D406B3.47BCD30DC01CCADE5540224155DA6FEF17563EEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f574307f253a2a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsk3H6OFuFsvBqyLK-byc9IgOhv8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-6784783018916993766?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9f574307f253a2a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/6784783018916993766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=6784783018916993766&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6784783018916993766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6784783018916993766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-well.html' title='Oh well.'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8776973816262119114</id><published>2008-08-09T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:23:38.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Go together like a horse and carriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This I tell ya brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You can't have one without the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's an institute you can't disparage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ask the local gentry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And they will say it's elementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Try, try, try, to separate them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Try, try, try, and you will only come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To this conclusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Go together like a horse and carriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dad was told by Mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You can't have one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You can't have none, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You can't have one without the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Try, try, try,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to separate them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Try, try, try,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and you will only come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to this conclusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Love and marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Go together like a horse and carriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dad was told by mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You can't have one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; You can't have none, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; one with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If only. I only wish that the world's view on marriage was anywhere close to Frank's wonderful song. Times change and I despair to see what will happen to the most sacred and wonderful institution by the time my daughter has grown. It's a depressing thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8776973816262119114?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8776973816262119114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8776973816262119114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8776973816262119114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8776973816262119114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-131350314501426015</id><published>2008-08-07T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:33:57.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unpacking'/><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>I am a planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm planning something then I feel important and like I have a purpose. It doesn't have to be anything more than a girls night out. Or a really nice dinner for me and Logan. If I'm planning I don't feel useless and I don't dwell on the unpleasant things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I have decided I am going to plan a tea party for next summer. Yes it's a really long ways away, and no one I know really drinks tea. But I have a plan and since when do you have to actually drink tea at a tea party? See, if I start planning now it's going to be an uber fabulous party, and I'll have time to experiment with recipes, look for a tea set, and figure out how I want to decorate. And with this much notice I'll be able to have the people I want come because I'll be able to plan it when I know they'll be here. So for all that's it's sort of crazy, it's helping me so I'm not. Crazy that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love planning parties and dinners and romantic evenings and family dinners and girls nights out and things like that. I have so much fun and I'm pretty good at it too. Maybe I'll get a calling that lets me plan stuff. I think I'd really enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been planning the house. The painting and the arranging and the furniture buying. I don't know if I should try to get all the painting done and then move on to getting the furniture, or if I should do one room completely before moving on to the next. If anyone here has done this sort of thing, I'd love some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are coming, I just haven't finished unpacking enough yet. So hold on. It won't be long now. Piper has just been taking up my time. Don't worry, it won't be like on the Incredibles. I fully intend to be unpacked within the next week or so. Not three years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to go, lots to do. Next post I'll let you know how things are going on the work front and hopefully have some pictures of Piper at least. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toodles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-131350314501426015?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/131350314501426015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=131350314501426015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/131350314501426015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/131350314501426015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-422256032178788153</id><published>2008-08-04T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:11:28.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><title type='text'>Visits</title><content type='html'>So I'm totally lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like Fawn and April just fine, but they have lives and I feel like I'm intruding when I'm around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm soliciting you all for visits. I want visitors!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a guestroom! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*wink wink, nudge nudge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME USE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to talk to besides my busy husband and 4 month old baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least try emailing me so I don't feel totally isolated out here. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-422256032178788153?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/422256032178788153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=422256032178788153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/422256032178788153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/422256032178788153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/visits.html' title='Visits'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8955572080559125345</id><published>2008-08-02T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:46:51.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I have a strange craving for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cherry c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pstick&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is better! She is almost completely all better. She's got a little bit of a stuffy nose and a cough when she cries, but oh my goodness she's worlds better than earlier in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And! AND!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHE ROLLED OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All by herself!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt; of her!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm getting tons of ideas for what I want to do to this house. I intend to make it mine. Little stamps of me everywhere. You have no idea how hard it is to try to be happy and make a home out of someone else's taste and style. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late. Not that you can tell here. It seriously stays light out until about 10 o'clock. It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SJUhZBqHRII/AAAAAAAAACU/d6jOkqHEtVI/s1600-h/CIMG0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SJUhZBqHRII/AAAAAAAAACU/d6jOkqHEtVI/s320/CIMG0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230123256086217858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Just waking up. And covering her face. Naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SJUk58GI30I/AAAAAAAAACc/eO14uitizjA/s1600-h/hi+there.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SJUk58GI30I/AAAAAAAAACc/eO14uitizjA/s320/hi+there.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230127120063717186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more happiness from the fourth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SJUpOsYsySI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z4j_YjMaT4k/s1600-h/tongue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SJUpOsYsySI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z4j_YjMaT4k/s320/tongue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230131874670364962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sticking her tongue out at mommy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;the bad habits begin already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that is all for now. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8955572080559125345?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8955572080559125345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8955572080559125345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8955572080559125345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8955572080559125345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SJUhZBqHRII/AAAAAAAAACU/d6jOkqHEtVI/s72-c/CIMG0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8278250874638656220</id><published>2008-07-31T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:00:49.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingers</title><content type='html'>That's us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like that! Gah. No no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swing. The baby swing. We love it. We bow down to it's superior baby calming skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay homage to the swing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's the only way I can do anything all day. If she's not in the swing or in my arms she's restless and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are ardent swing fans. Swingers. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we speak she's swinging and sleeping away. Miracles never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you go out and have children of your own, you too will become believers in the power of the swing. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*sends love to the swing*&lt;/span&gt; it's my new best friend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I could manage without it. No! Ah! Blasphemy! I refuse to even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure you think I'm a total freak, but when you have a crying sick child who can't even be set down for you to run to the bathroom, you will understand. Until then, just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8278250874638656220?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8278250874638656220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8278250874638656220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8278250874638656220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8278250874638656220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/swingers.html' title='Swingers'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8837268200901716838</id><published>2008-07-30T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:46:54.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>My little baby girl is sick. It just breaks my heart to hear her cry and cough. The poor little thing can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8837268200901716838?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8837268200901716838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8837268200901716838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8837268200901716838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8837268200901716838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-1329438630991602537</id><published>2008-07-29T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:52:15.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Post too much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SI9_2h6Bb-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Wc_JZeUnM3w/s1600-h/emerge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SI9_2h6Bb-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Wc_JZeUnM3w/s320/emerge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228538267191832546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-1329438630991602537?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/1329438630991602537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=1329438630991602537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/1329438630991602537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/1329438630991602537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-post-too-much.html' title='Can&apos;t Post too much!'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SI9_2h6Bb-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Wc_JZeUnM3w/s72-c/emerge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-812915584439548544</id><published>2008-07-29T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:47:56.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC thing stoled from Christie</title><content type='html'>A. Attached or single?&lt;br /&gt;Married. Attached as you can get. ;)&lt;br /&gt;B. Best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Tamara&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or Pie?&lt;br /&gt;Pie. (but i don't want to be a pie! I don't like gravy.)&lt;br /&gt;D. Day of Choice?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential Item?&lt;br /&gt;Internet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite Color?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms?&lt;br /&gt;Sour gummy worms&lt;br /&gt;H. Hometown?&lt;br /&gt;Gilroy, CA&lt;br /&gt;I. Favorite indulgence?&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July?&lt;br /&gt;July!!!&lt;br /&gt;K. kids?&lt;br /&gt;One perfect one&lt;br /&gt;L. Life isn't complete without?&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;M. Marriage date?&lt;br /&gt;April 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of brothers &amp;amp; sisters?&lt;br /&gt; Two sisters, one brother.&lt;br /&gt;O. oranges or apples?&lt;br /&gt;Oranges AND apples&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias?&lt;br /&gt;Dying and leaving my little girl all alone&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quotes?&lt;br /&gt;"A waist is a terrible thing to mind."&lt;br /&gt;R. reasons to smile?&lt;br /&gt;Books, babies, and silly sisters&lt;br /&gt;S. season of choice?&lt;br /&gt;Summer. I can't get enough of the heat&lt;br /&gt;T. tag 5 peeps!&lt;br /&gt;um, anyone's welcome&lt;br /&gt;U. unknown fact about me?&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I had never gotten married&lt;br /&gt;V. vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;Celery&lt;br /&gt;W. worst habits?&lt;br /&gt;Snoring, not eating, and talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;X. X-ray or ultrasound?&lt;br /&gt;Gah. No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Y. your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;anything Italian. :) though I'm allergic to parmesan&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;Libra, though I don't seem to fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-812915584439548544?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/812915584439548544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=812915584439548544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/812915584439548544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/812915584439548544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/abc-thing-stoled-from-christie.html' title='ABC thing stoled from Christie'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8538300900306980707</id><published>2008-07-29T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:30:56.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho, Day 4</title><content type='html'>We're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally terrid of me, pretty much since the minute we got here I've been mad at Logan because we moved here. It's not his fault, I agreed to move here, it's not like he forced me. In fact he gave me many opportunities to change my mine and stay there. At home. Where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm incredibly homesick. And I'm hoping that I'll get over it soon or our marriage is really going to start to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is really nice. We have a huge kitchen, with a pantry, and I have a walk-in closet. Piper has a sort-of walk-in closet and we have an office, which is where I am currently typing this. We have good sized garage and yards. There are horses behind our back fence and we can see them through our back doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8538300900306980707?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8538300900306980707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8538300900306980707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8538300900306980707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8538300900306980707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/idaho-day-4.html' title='Idaho, Day 4'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-6501217439014750745</id><published>2008-07-23T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:10:08.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Picture ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SIe5Zkrr30I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cfCnMvBbwKI/s1600-h/bumbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226349741581524802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SIe5Zkrr30I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cfCnMvBbwKI/s320/bumbum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how she always sleeps. Strange little frog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know I just posted, but I needed something happy and cheerful, and what's more cheerful than a baby's bum in the air?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-6501217439014750745?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/6501217439014750745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=6501217439014750745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6501217439014750745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6501217439014750745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-how-she-always-sleeps.html' title='Baby Picture ahead'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SIe5Zkrr30I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cfCnMvBbwKI/s72-c/bumbum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-4208479808371595099</id><published>2008-07-23T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:04:31.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><title type='text'>Uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Things that make me uncomfortable:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;flies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breastfeeding in public&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;posing for pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carrying oddly shaped heavy things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;living half-in half-out of boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;false promises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peeling skin&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it itches!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lifting real heavy things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess what. I did or dealt with all those things today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-4208479808371595099?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/4208479808371595099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=4208479808371595099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4208479808371595099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/4208479808371595099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/uncomfortable.html' title='Uncomfortable'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-2127949324237535050</id><published>2008-07-22T11:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:49:38.470-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>Of Fairies and Boxes</title><content type='html'>I've had a word or two with the stress fairy and she has agreed to take a vacation for a week or two, having been working overtime for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the car was fixed in a record amount of time with no hassle to speak of. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;miracles never cease!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the trailer and it will be delivered to our door by 4 or so this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Piper has fallen in love with her swing and happily watches the mobile or sleeps in it for hours at a time. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;pictures to come later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box fairy and the tape fairy have been merrily skipping around our house and it's beginning to look like a warehouse of minature proportions in there. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;piper isn't quite sure what to make of it, she keeps looking around with wide eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl in me keeps wanting to build forts with all the boxes. I stubbornly refuse, but I can't help but think that it will take a while to unpack and a fort might just happen by accident when unloading everything from the trailer in Idaho. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, me and tape fairy are NOT the best of friends. I always seem to get it stuck where I don't want it and dropping either the tape or the box (even when it's on a table or bench), which is apparently the goal of the tape fairy. I must have somehow offended her or something.... so tonight I will make an offering to the tape fairy in hopes of being able to pack in a reasonable amount of time and with about half the cursing. &lt;em&gt;(Logan has gotten irritated with the random shouts of 'crudmuffins' and 'poop on toast' and 'boogers in my nose' that eminated from my general vicinity. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's the tape fairy I tell you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-2127949324237535050?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/2127949324237535050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=2127949324237535050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2127949324237535050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/2127949324237535050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-fairies-and-boxes.html' title='Of Fairies and Boxes'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-6328852942275573560</id><published>2008-07-21T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:51:37.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sometimes it seems like no matter what you do or how well something is planned, little stresses will always pop up to add to the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, we leave friday. It's currently monday. I just had to take my car into the shop to get fixed. (It decided it wants to pretend like it's at the beach and therefore is imitating the sound of grating sand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn't a super huge deal, as we have their word they'll have it ready by tomorrow at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it wasn't until I realized that now the only way we have to get around is Logan's truck and we can't put the carseat in it. So now I have no car and no way of getting my daughter to and from my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we know the trailer we need to use to go to Idaho is in town again. We just don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper is behaving wonderfully. When she's held. When left on her own she cries and then screams. Pretty much breaks my heart. So all the packing that has to be totally done in three days is basically not getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STRESS IS TRYING TO KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I wouldn't be surprised to find a little stress fairy dancing around singing "I keel ju!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-6328852942275573560?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/6328852942275573560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=6328852942275573560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6328852942275573560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/6328852942275573560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/stresses.html' title='Stresses'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-604602142803880807</id><published>2008-07-18T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:11:06.953-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>So this weekend and all next week will be entirely consumed with packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday is my last day at work, and on Friday the 25th we leave the wonderful state of California for Idaho. You heard me right. Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll have a house, be next to some really good schools, and actually be able to afford things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's plenty of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying really hard to hang onto those good points right now. -_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be good. It has to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-604602142803880807?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/604602142803880807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=604602142803880807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/604602142803880807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/604602142803880807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-8384858419205117599</id><published>2008-07-16T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:13:01.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Men are that they might have joy."&lt;/em&gt; I don't remember where in the scriptures that verse is. But it's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that our ultimate goal is to have joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of joy is &lt;em&gt;"the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find joy in my daughter. Unequaled, unequivacal joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my life complete, and the world a joy to be in, simply because my little girl is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-8384858419205117599?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/8384858419205117599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=8384858419205117599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8384858419205117599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/8384858419205117599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/07/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014736772875261356.post-7220017080118216432</id><published>2008-06-10T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:38:40.649-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I've had I livejournal for years and I decided maybe a blog wouldn't be too big of a step. Though I doubt anyone will read it... I thought I try anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I'm a working Mom for the moment and not enjoying it really. But in two months I'm moving to Idaho and if everything goes as planned I won't have to work there. Then I can just stay home with my little girl and watch her grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, it's short and boring, but that's all I have time for right now. So until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014736772875261356-7220017080118216432?l=k8esk8e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/feeds/7220017080118216432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014736772875261356&amp;postID=7220017080118216432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7220017080118216432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014736772875261356/posts/default/7220017080118216432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k8esk8e.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-ive-had-i-livejournal-for-years-and.html' title=''/><author><name>k8esk8e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11178384414074959655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zL8eqkl47A/SUStyTY3jQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gu4EDsKKols/S220/kissingpiper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
