<?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-10705169</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:43:12.839-05:00</updated><category term='Monroe'/><category term='whats new'/><category term='venting'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='books'/><category term='flower'/><category term='lap band'/><category term='wishing'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Crash'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Anne Boleyn'/><category term='The Riches'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='letters'/><category term='Well Child'/><category term='Hollow Legs Designs'/><category term='bookswap'/><category term='TV'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='Count down'/><category term='babysitting'/><category term='Remember When'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Amores Perros'/><category term='I was a baby'/><category term='Employment'/><category term='needs'/><category term='school'/><category term='favorites questionaire'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='angry'/><category term='diet'/><category term='Purse'/><category term='creative'/><category term='boring'/><category term='Chat'/><category term='construction'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='tall'/><category term='book review'/><category term='baby fever'/><category term='cardboard castles'/><category term='sick'/><category term='300'/><category term='Jess'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Weekend recap'/><category term='Q and A'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='Gael Garcia Bernal'/><category term='Bradd Pitt'/><category term='landscaping'/><category term='fat arse'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Guppy Monster'/><category term='hair cut'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Pearls'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Alex'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='payperpost.com'/><category term='winter'/><category term='weekend recaps'/><category term='Lizzy'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='Babel'/><category term='relay for life'/><category term='Dr'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='USPS'/><category term='Gabby'/><category term='suprise'/><category term='me'/><category term='soup'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='jeans'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='crafty'/><category term='hoping'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='Annbalynn'/><category term='Hero Syndrome'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='Dina'/><category term='blah'/><category term='HATE'/><category term='Brad Pitt'/><category term='catching up'/><category term='GROW THE FUCK UP'/><category term='Update'/><category term='begging'/><category term='shots'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='snow'/><category term='parade'/><category term='Stacy'/><title type='text'>One Perfect Something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>536</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-3653246900636693730</id><published>2010-03-05T12:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:56:26.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot I could do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=099055518-05032010&gt;&lt;FONT face=HigherStandards  color=#008000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Update the site by e-mail!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=099055518-05032010&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=HigherStandards  color=#008000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=099055518-05032010&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=HigherStandards  color=#008000&gt;I don't have much to say right now but I should update more  often!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&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/10705169-3653246900636693730?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3653246900636693730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=3653246900636693730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3653246900636693730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3653246900636693730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-forgot-i-could-do-this.html' title='I forgot I could do this'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-7502537582789558449</id><published>2009-11-06T10:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:27:55.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know I update this all the time</title><content type='html'>And you just don't know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have this internal dialog thing going on allllllll the freaking time and most of the time I'm "updating" this blog. So that when I finally do get a chance to sit down and update well I can't think of anything because I already told you everything. Only you know... I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets update in age order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for a job however I do have some prospects. And I'm getting a little worried that when it's time to go back I won't want to. I love getting to be with Anne and watching her grow, and go to the gym during off peak times. I love that I get to make dinner at a reasonable hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not dead. I haven't killed him. He too is still looking for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is doing wonderfull in the First Grade. it's amazing how quick she is. Her handwritting is getting better daily and this kid can read (granted not so much when she isn't paying attention) they have leveled books and she's reading level 5 now. I am so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this kid loves to EAT. She will eat anything but jar baby food. And dear god DO NOT eat or drink anthing where she can see you unless you are prepared to share. She crawls now, but I was right. She started crawling AFTER she started walking the couch. She mimics sounds when she feels like it. And don't let her fool you. She knows how to say Dada and Mama but only when she freaking wants to. Da or Dada come out when she wants to play with him and you will only hear Ma or Mama when she is screaming bloody murder because *gasp* I put her down or walked out of the room and she didn't want me to. She still doesn't laugh much and mostly only for her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. You are mostly up to speed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-7502537582789558449?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7502537582789558449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7502537582789558449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7502537582789558449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7502537582789558449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-know-i-update-this-all-time.html' title='Did you know I update this all the time'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4077298906557943874</id><published>2009-08-18T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:31:50.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look I'm like updating or something!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Omg. It's been like.... a MILLION YEARS since I've updated  this! So lets get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Going from oldest to youngest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;My UPDATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;1.) My hair is now short! As you can see in the drunken  reunion pictures. Color change is next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;2.) I have officially moved to the dark side, and have a  confession to make. *cough* &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250641780_0"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/span&gt; is my new hero. I heart her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;3.) I also have an honest truth. Juggling time between my  girls and Alex is A LOT harder than I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;4.) &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250641780_1"&gt;Confession&lt;/span&gt;: I still want to try for a  boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;5.) I'm learning how to make my own baby  food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;Alex  Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;1.) Alex is  taking to being a stay at home Dad like uh.... uh... &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250641780_2"&gt;Marine life&lt;/span&gt; takes to a  massive oil spill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.) I think he could possibly have a  career in interior decorating... he seems to like to re-arrange things and  pretty up our space&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;Gabby Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;1.) My BABY starts 1st Grade on Monday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;2.) She is missing her top right front tooth (sooo  cute).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;3.) Is getting bossier and smart mouthed trying to find out  what she can get away with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;4.) Has decided she wants to start diving lessons (never  mind that she has to get swimming lessons first she just wants to  dive.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;5.) Is not getting enough Mommy time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;6.) Can not wait to go to school. (I think its because it  will get her away from Alex and she will be able to you know... DO  stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;Anne Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;1.) She keeps growing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;2.) Loves to eat her rice cereal, is no longer sure of her  apple banana oatmeal, likes her homemade carrot puree, hated store bought banana  and peach baby food. She also enjoys mashed potatoes, Greek Yogurt mixed with a  bit of lemon, mint and cucumber (she kept trying to eat my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250641780_3"&gt;cucumber salad&lt;/span&gt; and I  let her try the sauce) (also these last couple are not spoon fed they are  sampled from finger tips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;3.) She now gives &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250641780_4"&gt;baby kisses&lt;/span&gt; (you know wide open mouth some  licking and sucking and a bunch of slobber involved.) Her favorite places  to kiss are the cheek and eyebrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;4.) She has started to blow raspberries and spit  bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;5.) Can roll front to back, back to front, right and left.  AND can do it continuously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;6.) She now has a Quasi-Walker that she loves! (quasi due to  the fact that it has one fixed leg so she can only go in a wide circle and not  all over the place.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;7.) She can either push up her upper body OR get her knees  under her, but not both at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;8.) She is not quite Army crawling but is kinda getting into  a Superman or Airplane position with her arms and pushing with her  toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="433541913-18082009"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;9.) Has a smile and laugh to melt your heart. And loves to  scream!&lt;/span&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/10705169-4077298906557943874?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4077298906557943874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4077298906557943874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4077298906557943874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4077298906557943874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-im-like-updating-or-something.html' title='Look I&apos;m like updating or something!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-3328489355165992111</id><published>2009-07-08T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:33:50.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPRISE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="195" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=d4fbfd3dc3&amp;photo_id=3702248279&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=d4fbfd3dc3&amp;photo_id=3702248279&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="195" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3702248279/"&gt;Anne Rolling over for the 1st TIME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oneperfectsomething/"&gt;♥One Perfect Something♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-3328489355165992111?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3328489355165992111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=3328489355165992111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3328489355165992111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3328489355165992111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/07/suprise.html' title='SUPRISE!!!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6333455051144548676</id><published>2009-06-30T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:27:23.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3676119843/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3676119843_7cfbd6877a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3676119843/"&gt;I LOVE THIS ONE&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oneperfectsomething/"&gt;♥One Perfect Something♥&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	So how has everyone been?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6333455051144548676?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6333455051144548676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6333455051144548676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6333455051144548676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6333455051144548676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this-one.html' title='I LOVE THIS ONE'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3676119843_7cfbd6877a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8759805098798700980</id><published>2009-06-11T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:50:01.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lizzy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8759805098798700980?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8759805098798700980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8759805098798700980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8759805098798700980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8759805098798700980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/06/lizzy.html' title='Lizzy'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5658983048612768464</id><published>2009-05-22T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:42:26.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG So MUCH</title><content type='html'>That I'm just going to hit the highlights because if I try and remember everything I will give up and there will never be any updates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... I've been neglecting stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Anne: Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Weight: 7lb 4oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Length: 19.3 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;One Month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Weight: 8lb 11oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Length: 20.8 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Two Months: (today's checkup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Weight: 11lb 3oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Length: 22.3 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello. Who said you could grow so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know that she has a certain.... lack of grace correct?&lt;br /&gt;Well while playing Wed. night she managed to fall on the cat food bowl break it and gash her shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 stitches just slightly above and to the right of her other scar from falling on things. (speaking of the other scar come to find out when she is older we can have that fixed and minimized WOOHOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept her home yesterday to give her leg one full day of healing with out any chance of running or jumping or anything, and for a quick follow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her to school since it was phlegm and she gets that when her allergies act up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only she puked at school and a few more times since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby is not having a great couple of last days here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise she's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that child is now 4ft and 65lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of pics and video up of the girls  ---------&gt; links this way&lt;br /&gt;including one of Gabby reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5658983048612768464?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5658983048612768464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5658983048612768464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5658983048612768464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5658983048612768464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-so-much.html' title='OMG So MUCH'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-2831061298121969763</id><published>2009-05-11T06:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:57:40.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho Hi Ho</title><content type='html'>Off to work I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some cute video and pics that I hope to get up of Anne tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-2831061298121969763?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2831061298121969763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=2831061298121969763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2831061298121969763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2831061298121969763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-ho-hi-ho.html' title='Hi Ho Hi Ho'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5577521013187629654</id><published>2009-05-07T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:07:32.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>I go back to work Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I want the adult interaction, and you know they pay check, I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne is starting to smile. And not just from gas. She's awake more and is no longer crying the WHOLE time she is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still prefers  showers to baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scoots. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has gotten  HUGE!  Where did my itty bitty little newborn go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starting to be a person man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna and you can't make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and I are going to go visit April and Lauren today :) EEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5577521013187629654?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5577521013187629654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5577521013187629654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5577521013187629654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5577521013187629654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4712232856290884220</id><published>2009-05-05T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:49:00.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin the Faux Hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3504278421/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3331/3504278421_cd53fbccec.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3504278421/"&gt;Rockin the Faux Hawk&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oneperfectsomething/"&gt;♥One Perfect Something♥&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4712232856290884220?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4712232856290884220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4712232856290884220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4712232856290884220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4712232856290884220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockin-faux-hawk.html' title='Rockin the Faux Hawk'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3331/3504278421_cd53fbccec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8422181155299537805</id><published>2009-05-05T12:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:48:39.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3450719652/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3450719652_859fb6c5c4.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3450719652/"&gt;My Girls&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oneperfectsomething/"&gt;♥One Perfect Something♥&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8422181155299537805?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8422181155299537805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8422181155299537805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8422181155299537805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8422181155299537805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3450719652_859fb6c5c4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-2325317065927766039</id><published>2009-04-24T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:19:46.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Duh</title><content type='html'>Hi Dina! Yeah I seriously kinda forgot about part two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.... they contact the Dr. and it is decided to keep me for a few hours and see how I progress. So WAY more pain and no drugs and at the check time I've only gained a centimeter. And a new evil nurse who suggests that walking may help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic wins out and I have Alex walk me up and down the LOOOOOONG (ok it was short) hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe walking is generous. More like hobbling with much stopping and wanting to die/scream/kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG that is pain I am not soon to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit the evil nurse (granted this is colored by my pain not that she was evil or mean or anything.) comes in to check my dilation. And in the, god I forget it was, like an hour or two I gained 3 centimeters. WOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the walking helped speed things up a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG it was FOREVER before they gave me the epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert much crying attempted controlled breathing more crying. PAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural birth is for the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the women who go through it are much stronger than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they bring in the saint to give me my epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get happy with the button this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I opted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fricking thing wore off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed the button quite often and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel upped my dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda trippy how the pain stops and you can't feel your feet, legs anything, but you can still tell when things are you know coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to the nurse that it felt like something was going on down there and she takes a quick peek and "Yep. It's just your water sack coming out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point she starts getting things ready for the Dr's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold out chair put back: Check&lt;br /&gt;Tools: Check&lt;br /&gt;Scale/bed thing they put the babies in: Check&lt;br /&gt;Bed dismantled feet in stirrups: Check&lt;br /&gt;Baby warmer warming up: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was arranging things another nurse comes in and asks if she can take the scale thing since we are still waiting on the Dr. and they have one coming out sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minuets after she walks out with the scale thing I have a new sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. It feels like something bigger is coming out than the sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the nurse only has time to grab gloves and play catch. And has Alex call for a back up nurse to clean and check the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annbalynn was born still in her water sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the Dr. came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too funny. The OMG WTF/ Surprised look on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne did it all on her own. I never pushed or anything. She just decided she was done cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighing a slight 7.47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3383661098/" title="Annbalynn Rose Davila by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3383661098_6fe7647e3f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Annbalynn Rose Davila" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom and Alex kept pushing me for the baby's name, but seeing as how I hadn't really seen her or held her I didn't want to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had her in my arms I knew. Anne she was. And Gabby gave her her middle name. Annbalynn Rose Davila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty baby. Looking just like her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3383667968/" title="Big Sister by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3383667968_741ac059e7_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Big Sister" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3382859169/" title="Annbalynn Rose Davila by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3382859169_9455601a21_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Annbalynn Rose Davila" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the weeks have flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out holding her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is already trying to roll over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scoots amazingly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns half circles during the night so she can kick me. (we sleep on the pull out in the living room, it lays on the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleep, she crashes some time between 8 and 9 pm and sleeps for 4 or more hours. (dear god I hope I did not curse that) With just minor waking up for food, and back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm starting to get real smiles not just gassy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has severe Mommy-itis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3449829305/" title="awwwwww by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3449829305_a09ba541aa.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="awwwwww" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-2325317065927766039?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2325317065927766039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=2325317065927766039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2325317065927766039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2325317065927766039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-duh.html' title='Part Duh'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3383661098_6fe7647e3f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1820997911450646339</id><published>2009-03-26T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:26:57.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Birth Story or Not to Birth Story that is the Question.</title><content type='html'>Part One - Because I have a baaaaaby who requires regular feedings and things..... and a BIG GIRL who needs to come home from school and usually wants to be fed as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say continue the story since little did I know that I was starting it with my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where we last left off the silly pregnant woman was not the least bit worried about the contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When. She. Should. Have. Been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuuuuun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. The S.P.W. was not in the least bit interested that those contractions may actually be doing something. No what she was thinking was. "I don't think I'll need it but maybe I should work on that hospital bag, get dinner going and shower." So she proceeded to half ass pack the bag and kinda sorta started one for the big sister to keep her occupied at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did she give the least thought to the cat that suddenly had become her shadow during the night. I'm telling you animals they just KNOW things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in less than an hour she was paying attention to those contractions. And trying to remember to breath and move not play dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear god Alex WRITE DOWN THE FREAKING TIME! I think we need to time these again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OWWWWWWWWWW..... You need to take over making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH Don't TALK TO ME! AND SO HELP ME IF YOU EVEN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUCH&lt;/span&gt; ME YOU &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting in the shower. Feed the Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Shut up and write the TIME!!! They may want to know how often these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Censored&lt;/span&gt; are happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God if this is happening I'm eating I don't care how bad I hurt. It's like a last meal. TIIIIIIIIIIIIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby go get Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, Silly Pregnant Woman recommends packing your hospital bag, oh as soon as you get pregnant so you don't forget things. Like hairbrushes, and other things that make you feel human. Also she advises you not to assume that if this is your second child that it will be as big/small as it's older sibling. You will be WRONG. And need to send some one to get clothes that fit the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if you find yourself writing the times of the contractions less frequently as you are driven to the hospital, don't worry. They are not stopping. Oh No. They are saving up. Yes they are saving up to give you a sneak preview of what you will be dealing with in a few hours. And curse words, slight screaming may be expected. And Dear GOD whatever you do don't find yourself laughing at the kid in the backseat of the car next to you because of his shaggy haircut you actually thought the kid was a dog. That laughter will kick off another Preview Contraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stopping every couple of feet S.P.W. finally made it to the check in counter. And the MILES LONG walk down the hall to a room. And after the initial test to determine how dilated S.P.W. is&lt;br /&gt; (who barely kept from killing the nurse who gleefully announced that I was only dilated to a two (OMG Seriously she almost died that means pain and no change from the day before))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1820997911450646339?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1820997911450646339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1820997911450646339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1820997911450646339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1820997911450646339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-birth-story-or-not-to-birth-story.html' title='To Birth Story or Not to Birth Story that is the Question.'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5239427556162549295</id><published>2009-03-20T16:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:14:10.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vastly different experiences... and we are just starting</title><content type='html'>After Gabby was born I was a little sorry I never went into what I considered real labor with her.  Sure my water broke but, I was very slow to dilate and stalled when I did, and I never had contractions, until the Dr. ordered the Pitocin to start my labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently set to have this little darling induced on Tuesday Morning. However since about 2:30 3am I've had contractions. (I was sorry I missed this joy? phsaw! What was I thinking?) Honest to goodness contractions, not the Braxton's I'd been having. They don't last too terribly long and are pretty strong. Oh and they keep coming. And being me and well a parent I can't say I thought too much of them (even when I had a death grip on Gabby's hair when I was brushing it this morning or snapping at her that she can't move her foot just now as I was stop motioned in the middle of tying her shoe.) It didn't occur to me to start timing them until after we dropped her off at daycare and were on the way to Alex's work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;There does seem to be a pattern of about 10 min or so. Back home we go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom...... can you drive me to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there the contractions stayed. Until about 11 or so when they started to get further and further apart. At which point I'm all HA! I was right to stick to my guns and come to work! Only to find my self being pushed out the door. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom I'm being kicked out of work can you come get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have continued to time and write down when my contractions happen with the exception of the 2hrs I was down for a nap. (and yes it is fully possible to curse and ignore contractions when they wake you up, and go right back to sleep as if nothing happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5pm my time now. Since 4:22 I have had 4 contractions, the last one being at 4:51. They are still pretty far apart, and just now trying to get back into a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this rambling post have a reason you may wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no.&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just serves as a much needed update. And to let you know that we may very well not make it to Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again we may, it has been 15min since my last contraction. We don't seem to be aiming for consistency here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the upside, I have learned a few things about contractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ouch&lt;br /&gt;2.) Oh wait I'm having one now please hold&lt;br /&gt;3.) In through the nose out the mouth doesn't work for shit.&lt;br /&gt;4.) But it works better then my natural instinct to treat the contractions like a Bogyman and hold perfectly still and stop breathing in hopes he will pass me by and find another victim.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I would like my epidural now please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you guys updated one way or another I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5239427556162549295?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5239427556162549295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5239427556162549295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5239427556162549295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5239427556162549295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/03/vastly-different-experiences-and-we-are.html' title='Vastly different experiences... and we are just starting'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-252698733427553787</id><published>2009-02-08T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:01:54.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Registry</title><content type='html'>For those who have asked I actually did go and register!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some items are at stores that do not have registries and those can be found here: http://www.kaboodle.com/tc1893/baby-2.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at Babies R Us our registry number is 59541550&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-252698733427553787?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/252698733427553787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=252698733427553787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/252698733427553787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/252698733427553787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/02/registry.html' title='Registry'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-3051955039119961501</id><published>2009-02-04T09:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:58:40.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm sick.</title><content type='html'>This will only be a bullitin point update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God I hate being sick and pregnant. Wish me luck not falling asleep while doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What has been happening over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gabby got a kitten and named her Seraphina. Sera for short. She is quite the princess I can assure you. Also, she thinks herself a big game huntress and I am the prey. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3220692927/" title="Serafina and Gabby by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3220692927_5e81d514af_m.jpg" alt="Serafina and Gabby" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3220700051/" title="Serafina by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3220700051_666d0ee721_m.jpg" alt="Serafina" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gabby is now Among the Toothless. And will soon be among the elite class of no front bottom teeth. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3244586755/" title="First lost tooth by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3335/3244586755_8eb3ffd987_m.jpg" alt="First lost tooth" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3245417206/" title="First lost tooth by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3245417206_d98e132ffd_m.jpg" alt="First lost tooth" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pricking ones finger doesn't stop hurting just because you do it four times a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Blood Sugar levels are eh... ok. Some days are really good and some blow, and my sugar levels vary greatly even if I eat the same things every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My total Pregnancy weight gain so far is 3lbs. Two weeks ago it was 9lbs. But since I started my diabetic diet I apparently dropped 6lbs in two weeks. I highly recommend the diet. I just would feel better if I wasn't 8 months along and still dropping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I totally suck and still have not registered but I am bending to the will of family and doing so Saturday. :) Mainly the reason I haven't registered yet is that I seem to have forgotten all the things that I will need. OMG I suck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Puffs tissue with lotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/10705169-3051955039119961501?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3051955039119961501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=3051955039119961501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3051955039119961501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3051955039119961501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-im-sick.html' title='Because I&apos;m sick.'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3220692927_5e81d514af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6193960831079805707</id><published>2009-01-16T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:08:25.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I'm going to say</title><content type='html'>I'm still having dreams that the baby is a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6193960831079805707?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6193960831079805707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6193960831079805707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6193960831079805707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6193960831079805707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-im-going-to-say.html' title='All I&apos;m going to say'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1689355482235093258</id><published>2009-01-15T18:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:29:41.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG it's the dreaded GD word.</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah the GD word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestational Diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently I FAILED. There is a part of me that is not surprised, and yet yeah I kinda am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have gained a total of 3lbs with this pregnancy (I'm not sure of the Dr's math on this one but whatever.) since I would gain one lose two kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am I the only one kinda weirded out by the lack of gain. And yes I understand that I started this well padded and have massive reserves already, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have my first appointment Tuesday Morning before my actual Dr. Appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I appear to finally need maternity work pants. Last week no problems at all, this week I got dressed and went to button up and pretty much said Oh Shit. But I can't complain to much. I mean I just now need maternity work pants and I'm what 29 going on 30 weeks (I think. I seem to forget this often) in other words 7 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG do I ever feel 7 months pregnant. It's stopped being funny that I need help getting off the couch, or you know sitting up and ect... however from the look on Alex's face it is still funny from the viewers perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't mind me if I ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have caught myself calling the Baby Gabby when she kicks hard. So Apparently I am having a bit of a time already separating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing my feet. Not that, you know, I looked at them often but it was nice to have that option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also desperately miss being able reach my own toes to you know paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All very minor things. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be done soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1689355482235093258?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1689355482235093258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1689355482235093258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1689355482235093258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1689355482235093258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-its-dreaded-gd-word.html' title='OMG it&apos;s the dreaded GD word.'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-7534930833330168709</id><published>2008-12-28T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:10:26.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all.  This cracked me up and I just felt like sharing the love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed id="eda_smash_ePlayer" src="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" width="412" height="430" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="id=v205785935&amp;amp;autoStart=0&amp;amp;songPurchasing=&amp;amp;pm=1&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;ympsc=4195334"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-7534930833330168709?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7534930833330168709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7534930833330168709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7534930833330168709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7534930833330168709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5511810334769519662</id><published>2008-12-22T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:26:52.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Hell has time gone?</title><content type='html'>Almost a month with out an update! Bad Tc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I look down things kinda look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3128814423/" title="26 week view. Loss of Feet by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3128814423_a6d80d7373_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="26 week view. Loss of Feet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quite the view I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can cause serious injury with this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3128816097/" title="26 Weeks by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/3128816097_6b0ebd72fa_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="26 Weeks" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And my darling looked DARLING for her Father Daughter Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3129640840/" title="Ready for the Father Daughter Ball by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/3129640840_76b8ff9974_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Ready for the Father Daughter Ball" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/3128809807/" title="Ready for the Father Daughter Bal by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/3128809807_2bb68d8f09_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Ready for the Father Daughter Bal" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really have anything to report. Tomorrow I have my glucose testing. yuck. And we will see if I have managed to gain any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is going well for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5511810334769519662?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5511810334769519662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5511810334769519662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5511810334769519662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5511810334769519662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-hell-has-time-gone.html' title='Where the Hell has time gone?'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3128814423_a6d80d7373_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4981662515025062357</id><published>2008-11-27T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:28:00.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4981662515025062357?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4981662515025062357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4981662515025062357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4981662515025062357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4981662515025062357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1368604926265929643</id><published>2008-11-25T10:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:33:51.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a GIRL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1368604926265929643?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1368604926265929643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1368604926265929643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1368604926265929643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1368604926265929643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4135768903970446582</id><published>2008-11-25T06:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:47:54.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last chance</title><content type='html'>It is your last chance to lay your bets on the sex of the baby. My appointment is at 10 This morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4135768903970446582?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4135768903970446582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4135768903970446582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4135768903970446582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4135768903970446582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-chance.html' title='Last chance'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5680122625477939421</id><published>2008-11-11T12:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:41:18.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love and my new job!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So things are great on that front!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby is doing well getting more active :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gabby is starting to act like the two year old she never was. (seriously. temper tantrums galore WTF)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am impatiently waiting for the 25th.&amp;nbsp; And so help me if this kid is shy I'm coming in after it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are still *discussing* names if it is a boy. And getting no place. I think I'm going to name it NO and same some time. What do you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope everyone is doing well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Loves!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5680122625477939421?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5680122625477939421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5680122625477939421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5680122625477939421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5680122625477939421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1958152543225434430</id><published>2008-11-05T10:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:23:24.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>FIRSTLY HAPPYBIRTHDAY STACY Every one will have a story about how and who they voted for this year, and where and what they were doing when they heard who won.  As I said yesterday I voted for the first time. And I heeded the advice to expect to wait an hour or more to do so. I was dropped off at my polling location and intended to walk home. Voting took maybe 10 min and I set off for home. Long story short I got lost. Apparently I was not as close to home as I thought. After wandering for about 30-40 min I found familiar ground and called for a ride. Like most I glued myself to the results coverage. And like some I CRIED at the news Obama won. Only I cried because Alex woke me and I became aware that I seriously had to pee. Not a story to tell the kids later in life. Did I miss much? Was it ever close? What will your story be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1958152543225434430?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1958152543225434430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1958152543225434430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1958152543225434430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1958152543225434430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6311195332753382515</id><published>2008-11-04T19:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:00:04.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PictureMail</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" &gt; &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td VALIGN="top" colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#FFE100"&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sprintpcs.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/retailers/PCSNEXTEL/images/logos/togetherWithNextel.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td VALIGN="top" colspan="2"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="590" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" width="10"/&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a Picture Mail from Teresa MarxDavila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" width="590" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="10"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="280" valign="top"&gt;                 &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="border:1px solid #9C9A9C;"&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="7" style="table-layout:fixed"&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                     &lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com//mmps/RECIPIENT/000_27f864015c9c2aaa_1/2.2?inviteToken=REir22mfzkk1GUzahogh&amp;amp;limitsize=258,258&amp;amp;outquality=90&amp;amp;squareoutput=255,255,255&amp;amp;ext=.jpg&amp;amp;iconifyVideo=true&amp;amp;wm=1"/&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;/table&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="20"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;              &lt;td VALIGN="top" align="right" width="280"&gt;                    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="280" style="table-layout:fixed"&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td&gt;&lt;pre style="overflow:auto; font:normal 10pt trebuchet ms; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap;  word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;I voted for the first time today. Tis a good day all in all.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" height="15"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td width="280"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="padding-left:10px; padding-top:4px; padding-bottom:4px; color:white; background-color:#59639C; font: bold 10pt trebuchet ms" width="280"&gt;                                  Options                                 &lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="padding:10px; background-color:#f1f1f1; font: normal 10pt trebuchet ms" width="280"&gt;                                  &lt;a target="_blank" style="color: #148AB2;" href="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/share.do?invite=REir22mfzkk1GUzahogh&amp;amp;shareName=MMS&amp;amp;messageState=RETRIEVED"&gt;View Picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                                  &lt;a target="_blank" style="color: #148AB2;" href="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/share.do?invite=REir22mfzkk1GUzahogh&amp;amp;shareName=PRINT"&gt;Print at Retail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                                  &lt;a target="_blank" style="color: #148AB2;" href="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/share.do?invite=REir22mfzkk1GUzahogh&amp;amp;shareName=REPLY"&gt;Reply to Sender&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                                  &lt;a target="_blank" style="color: #148AB2;" href="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/share.do?invite=REir22mfzkk1GUzahogh&amp;amp;shareName=REPLYTOALL"&gt;Reply to All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                                  &lt;a target="_blank" style="color: #148AB2;" href="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/share.do?invite=REir22mfzkk1GUzahogh&amp;amp;shareName=FORWARD"&gt;Forward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                                  Send and receive Pictures and Videos through Picture Mail&lt;sup&gt;SM&lt;/sup&gt;. For more information go to &lt;a target="_blank" style="color: #148AB2;" href="http://www.sprint.com/picturemail"&gt;www.sprint.com/picturemail.&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                            &lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                    &lt;/table&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;            &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;          &lt;table&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;                     &lt;div style="font: normal 10pt trebuchet ms;margin-top:10px;"&gt;Please be aware your friends can forward your picture, video, and album share invitations to others or post the unique Web link to your share invitation on any number of sources (e.g. blogs), through which others could also gain access to your online photos. If you have private or sensitive photos you are sharing, please share them only with those you trust.&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;/td&gt;              &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/table&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;            &lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" width="5" height="45"/&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td VALIGN="top" colspan="2" width="590"&gt;           &lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" height="5"/&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td VALIGN="top" colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;            &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;                &lt;tr&gt;                    &lt;td bgcolor="#f1f1f1" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" width="385" height="15"/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana; Font-size: 11px; Color: #000000"&gt;&amp;#169; 2008 Sprint. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;/tr&gt;                &lt;tr&gt;                    &lt;td bgcolor="#f1f1f1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" width="20" height="5"/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verisign.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/retailers/PCSNEXTEL/images/logos/verisign.jpg" alt="VeriSign's Home Page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;/tr&gt;                &lt;tr&gt;                    &lt;td bgcolor="#f1f1f1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" height="10"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;/tr&gt;            &lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6311195332753382515?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6311195332753382515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6311195332753382515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6311195332753382515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6311195332753382515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/picturemail.html' title='PictureMail'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8926572679114963856</id><published>2008-11-04T15:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:35:21.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG and WTF</title><content type='html'>19 Weeks 3 days. In this time I have gained ONE pound. And yet. NOTHING FITS! Baby is good. 144 heartbeat. Find out the gender November 25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8926572679114963856?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8926572679114963856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8926572679114963856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8926572679114963856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8926572679114963856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-and-wtf.html' title='OMG and WTF'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-2324686820040982226</id><published>2008-11-04T07:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:57:10.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Pins</title><content type='html'>So when you have to wear your longest shirts because your pants have to be unzipped and safety pinned closed, would you say it is about time to break down and get maternity clothes? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-2324686820040982226?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2324686820040982226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=2324686820040982226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2324686820040982226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2324686820040982226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/safety-pins_04.html' title='Safety Pins'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6164781952813152682</id><published>2008-11-04T07:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:53:10.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Pins</title><content type='html'>So when you have to wear your longest shirts because your pants have to be unzipped and safety pinned closed, would you say it is about time to break down and get maternity clothes? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6164781952813152682?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6164781952813152682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6164781952813152682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6164781952813152682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6164781952813152682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/safety-pins.html' title='Safety Pins'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8339276716899868964</id><published>2008-11-03T08:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:51:31.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>I feel pregnant again. Big as a house pregnant. And the baby is a tease. All weekend I have been trying to get Gabby&amp;amp;#39;s hand on my tummy fast enough to feel the baby. No luck yet.                                                    Can any one suggest a good where do babys come from book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8339276716899868964?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8339276716899868964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8339276716899868964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8339276716899868964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8339276716899868964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-395475043385209849</id><published>2008-10-29T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:21:13.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>Good luck Dina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-395475043385209849?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/395475043385209849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=395475043385209849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/395475043385209849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/395475043385209849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5721253773299110450</id><published>2008-10-28T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:56:28.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manda</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5721253773299110450?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5721253773299110450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5721253773299110450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5721253773299110450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5721253773299110450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/manda.html' title='Manda'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1717587226710584032</id><published>2008-10-25T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:56:29.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those strange few pregnancy weeks</title><content type='html'>Today starts week 18 and for the last week or so I&amp;amp;#39;ve entered that an I really pregnant stage. The morning sickness is gone I an not as moody I just feel normal. Not to say there are no symptoms I an still dealing with the nasal thing and sometimes the baby decides to be felt. But I do have to say this lie seems to be a bit more umm hispanic than Gabby was. All I seem to want to eat is tamales and chile rellenos and spicy things. Not that I&amp;amp;#39;ve gotten to eat any Alex is not taking my blunt or subtle hints. But mostly I don&amp;amp;#39;t feel pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1717587226710584032?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1717587226710584032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1717587226710584032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1717587226710584032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1717587226710584032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-strange-few-pregnancy-weeks.html' title='Those strange few pregnancy weeks'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6375994141438263560</id><published>2008-10-22T16:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:18:24.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I HAVE A JOB! AN HONEST TO GOD JOB NOT A TEMP! EEEEK! I START MONDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6375994141438263560?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6375994141438263560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6375994141438263560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6375994141438263560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6375994141438263560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-2897915195421811244</id><published>2008-10-17T08:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:07:40.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures came in yesterday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2948625415/" title="Gabby Kindergarden Picture by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2948625415_963757b1e9.jpg" width="394" height="500" alt="Gabby Kindergarden Picture" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She really needs to stop growing.&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/10705169-2897915195421811244?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2897915195421811244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=2897915195421811244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2897915195421811244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2897915195421811244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-pictures-came-in-yesterday.html' title='School Pictures came in yesterday!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2948625415_963757b1e9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-2393002542267478016</id><published>2008-10-14T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:25:17.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/wQ2k"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dragcave.net/image/wQ2k.gif" style="border-width: 0pt;" alt="Adopt one today!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/Qx9V"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dragcave.net/image/Qx9V.gif" style="border-width: 0" alt="Adopt one today!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Please click the eggs, if you don't the poor things will just up and die! Or so the website I found on Manda's page says. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-2393002542267478016?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2393002542267478016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=2393002542267478016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2393002542267478016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2393002542267478016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/dragon-thing.html' title='Dragon Thing'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4326263523811118166</id><published>2008-10-10T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:37:58.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother like Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;This morning while packing Gabby's lunch I asked her to save her peach pit if she remembers so we can try planting some. At which point she gets real excited and says she has one and runs to her room. While she is doing that I go to my room and get a twisted napkin from my purse.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;She and I met back up in the dining room unwrapping our prizes. Mine in a napkin Gabby's in what appears to be a tissue. Upon seeing this Alex pipes up:&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;"Wow, anal retentive much? You both are nuts."&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I proudly produce my pit and help Gabby unwrap hers.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;You guys the kid had managed to split the pit cleanly in half to where you could see the insides. That was AWESOME!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I just couldn't help but be impressed that we were on the same thought train yesterday with trying to preserve some seeds to plant. She has also claimed the pits from two avocados so she can grow her own trees (as in literally claiming them I had just cut the avocados for sandwiches and set the&amp;nbsp;pits aside&amp;nbsp;and she grabbed the pits before they got washed off and asked Alex for toothpicks).&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I have a peach and nectarine pits to bring home today, I wonder if she saved any of hers....&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I seriously &amp;lt;3 (heart) this kid!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Can I also say I am grateful my child likes to try new things. That she loves Spaghetti Squash. That she took a Bacon Avocado Cheese sandwich to school... because that was what she wanted! She is just as curious and eager to try the Butternut Squash I bought as I am. She loves to try new cheeses but doesn't care for Swiss yet, but is a big fan of Aged English Sharp&amp;nbsp;Cheddar. She has requested I get some sprouts so we can have sandwiches "like those ones we had that time at that place?"&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I love that she is getting to the point where she can request dinners even if I have to play twenty questions to find out what she wants.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Last weekend&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;"Mommy, can you make that thing you made for dinner yesterday?"&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I didn't make dinner last night remember? You were out with Daddy and Grandma Elsie.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;"Yeah I know. The night befores dinner?"&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Umm... why don't you describe it to me.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;"It had pasta, little veggies and shrimp. Very Yummy." (seriously you should have seen her she was talking with her hands and making the cutest faces)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;OH! Yesterday's lunch!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Hmm.... A post that is pretty much all about food. This is proof positive that my apatite has returned! Mostly life has returned to normal with minimal baby side effects. I'm still passing out around 9:30, SUPER motion sick sensitive, hating smells with a passion and various other minor things, &lt;STRONG&gt;but&lt;/STRONG&gt; I'm not as crabby and *gasp* I'm hungry again AND I don't ALWAYS feel like ass warmed over! &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Can I say one of the suckiest parts of living in TX? Where the heck are all the Community Gardens? With the price of food and economic short falling there should be WAY more than the ones I have found. But that is a tangent for another day.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4326263523811118166?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4326263523811118166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4326263523811118166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4326263523811118166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4326263523811118166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like Mother like Daughter'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4446500149969936389</id><published>2008-10-07T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:26:29.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;I found this site and decided to give it a try. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm/cfm/Your.cfm"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm/cfm/Your.cfm&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;So far I think it has been pretty accurate (at least it was for my name especially the last one). You know you are going to try it so let me know what you think.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Teresa:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;While the name &lt;B&gt;Teresa&lt;/B&gt; creates the urge to create harmony with people, we call attention to the fact that it causes a restless intensity that defies relaxation.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, and solar plexus. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your name of &lt;B&gt;Teresa&lt;/B&gt; creates a desire for association with people and new experiences, many of which have been rather bitter.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name has given you a gregarious personality and a quick-thinking, creative, and versatile nature, but one that is very emotional.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You desire change and travel and would enjoy opportunities that allowed you to be creative and to act independently, rather than to conform to system and routine.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;However, this name does not allow you to complete your undertakings, as farther fields always look greener.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Alejandro/Alex: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although the name &lt;B&gt;Alejandro&lt;/B&gt; creates the urge to be both logical and technical, we emphasize that it causes an unscrupulous, materialistic approach that frustrates higher humanitarian qualities.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the elimination system and reproductive organs. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;The name of &lt;B&gt;Alejandro&lt;/B&gt; gives you a practical, shrewd nature with interests in business and the world of finance.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You judge most things by their material value and you are usually pre-occupied with seeking your own financial independence.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You desire to be in a position of leadership, for you can see where all the details fit into the overall situation and you have analytical and organizational ability.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although the name &lt;B&gt;Alex&lt;/B&gt; creates the urge to be reliable and responsible, we emphasize that it can cause a superior, interfering expression whose favorite expression is "I know" when not combined with a balanced last name.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when not combined with a balanced last name, can also frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses through worry and mental tension. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your name of &lt;B&gt;Alex&lt;/B&gt; gives you a clever mind, good business judgment, a sense of responsibility, and an appreciation of the finer things of life.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You are serious-minded and not inclined to make light of things even in little ways, and in your younger years you had more mature interests than others your age.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Home and family mean a great deal to you and it is natural that you should desire the security of a peaceful, settled home environment where you can enjoy the companionship of family and friends.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Whatever you set out to accomplish you do your very best to complete in accordance with what you consider to be right.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Gabrielle/Gabby&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;While the name &lt;B&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/B&gt; creates the urge to organize and work with others, we point out that it causes an over-emphasis on material things that frustrates higher humanitarian qualities.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid and reproductive organs. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although your name of &lt;B&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/B&gt; gives you a good appreciation of material values, business ability, and skill in organizing and managing others, your success is limited at times, by a lack of self-confidence and initiative.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name brings out a practical, composed quality, with a strong desire for a good standard of living in an environment where you are in contact with distinguished, successful people.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You try to further your interests through pursuing the association of people with influence.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although the name &lt;B&gt;Gabby&lt;/B&gt; creates the urge to be creative and original, we emphasize that it causes a blunt expression that alienates others.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses through tension or accidents to the head. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your name &lt;B&gt;Gabby&lt;/B&gt; has given you tenacity of purpose and has made you extremely independent.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Whatever you undertake, you approach from your own point of view, and others either have to conform to your ideas or go their own way and leave you to work things out for yourself.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You are so narrowly focused in your pursuits that you frequently overlook the little personal considerations and attentions that create a bond of understanding and sense of companionship.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Thus it is difficult for you to merge your efforts harmoniously with others.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Which got me to thinking, if this is a boy what of some of my top names?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Nicholas (Alex will not let me drop this name.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although the name &lt;B&gt;Nicholas&lt;/B&gt; creates an interest in the deeper aspects of life, we emphasize that it causes an emotional intensity that is hard to control.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the heart, lungs, bronchial area, and nervous system. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your first name of &lt;B&gt;Nicholas&lt;/B&gt; has given you a clever, deep mind and the talent to excel in highly inspirational lines of endeavor as a dramatist, musician, writer, or artist.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You can be lifted by beauty in all forms and you are at the most creative when inspired.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your expressive, affectionate nature responds very quickly through your feelings, but you must guard against being possessive and jealous.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You feel and sense much that you do not fully understand and cannot express.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your delight in mystery could draw you into occult studies or religions.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Johnathan:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although the name &lt;B&gt;Johnathan&lt;/B&gt; creates executive ambitions, we emphasize that it causes a blunt expression that alienates others.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the reproductive organs, and tension or accidents to the head. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your name of &lt;B&gt;Johnathan&lt;/B&gt; gives you the desire for success and financial accumulation and the confidence and drive to go after your ambitions, regardless of obstacles.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your thinking revolves around business and ways of making money, rather than on music, art, drama, or philosophy.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You start new endeavors and incorporate new ideas, but seldom if ever receive the full benefits and financial accumulation for your efforts.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You tend to feel very frustrated in being unable to realize your ambitions fully.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;An extremely independent and self-sufficient person, you dislike taking orders or advice from anyone.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You believe in speaking directly and to the point, so you are candid and abrupt.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Denny:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although the name &lt;B&gt;Denny&lt;/B&gt; causes an active mind and a restless urge to explore new ideas, we emphasize that it causes an unscrupulous, materialistic approach that frustrates higher humanitarian qualities.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the solar plexus and reproductive organs. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;The name of &lt;B&gt;Denny&lt;/B&gt; creates a very aggressive and independent nature, one with big ambitions, giving you original, progressive, large-scale ideas, salesmanship and promotional ability as well as the excellent business judgment which enables you to gain the financial accumulation to which you feel entitled.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You have a versatile, restless nature, and could do any job well, although you would not like to do menial tasks.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You are seldom satisfied and are always seeking something new.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Or a Girl...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Annbalynn:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although the name &lt;B&gt;Annbalynn&lt;/B&gt; creates the urge to understand others, we stress that it limits self-expression and self-confidence causing moods.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, heart, lungs and bronchial area. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Your name of &lt;B&gt;Annbalynn&lt;/B&gt; contributes sensitive, creative, and idealistic qualities to your nature that could be expressed in a variety of literary or artistic fields.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;You desire harmony and refinement in your environment and in all your personal associations.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Although mentally quick and intuitive in recognizing the thoughts and feelings of others, you experience a lack of fluency in verbal expression in responding.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Hmm.... OK so Anne apparently is all I want to name this child if it is a girl (sheepish grin)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Dina, look down I wished you a happy birthday first thing this morning!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4446500149969936389?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4446500149969936389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4446500149969936389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4446500149969936389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4446500149969936389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5848387580209520977</id><published>2008-10-07T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:11:42.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms" color=#40007f size=7&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DINA!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5848387580209520977?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5848387580209520977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5848387580209520977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5848387580209520977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5848387580209520977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1464041931651040753</id><published>2008-10-06T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:27:04.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those fun butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I felt the baby flutter this morning.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Small things like that can make ones whole day.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;How was everyones weekend?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1464041931651040753?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1464041931651040753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1464041931651040753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1464041931651040753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1464041931651040753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-fun-butterflies.html' title='Those fun butterflies'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6013464337379363541</id><published>2008-10-02T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:13:39.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine Haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Did I mention that I am now suffering from migraines? Like one or more a week?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I have one right now.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Meds need to work faster.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Migraines&amp;nbsp;SUCK.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The end.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;*sobs*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Oh! I have to upload the cutest picture of sleeping Gabby. I went to check on her last night and she was at the wrong end of the bed curled up with her HUGE horse. Her poor neck!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6013464337379363541?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6013464337379363541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6013464337379363541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6013464337379363541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6013464337379363541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/10/migraine-haven.html' title='Migraine Haven'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5496161161780915575</id><published>2008-09-29T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:55:56.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All over the place</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Because all I really have to talk about is TV, books, Gabby&amp;nbsp;or the pregnancy I'm kinda bored of me.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;PREGNANCY - Hi I'm finally in my second trimester!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Same Ol Same Ol&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Tired. Sooooooooooooooooo tired. Just. Want. ONE. Good. Nights. Sleep.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Moody. Oh, yeah I kinda remember this pregnancy symptom. GRRRRRRRRR&lt;BR&gt;* Blech. Food Sucks. Who wants food.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* OMFG! Why does the world smell sooooooooooo bad?!?!?! Due to this one Alex is not allowed to wear perfume/cologne (whatever) around me. "*GACK* what did you do bath in the bottle?! *GACK* Need air nooooooowwwww!" Hmmm.... going back two did I say moody? Maybe sarcastic pissy is a better description.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Seriously am I done yet?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;New This Time&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Are you sure I can't die from heartburn?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Migraines. Oh yes those are sooooo much fun when pregnant.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Allergies/Colds/Flu&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* I've taken to asking Alex to sell me for parts on my bad mornings.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Extreme Temperature Aversions. 80 is too hot, and some times too cold.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;* Feeling overheated/sick to tummy after a luke warm shower. Seriously kid you need to get over it. I miss my hot showers. Mommy doesn't appreciate being both hot and cold at the same time.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;~Cool baby related thing that happened this weekend.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Gabby loves getting to look at the pictures of how the baby looks now. Saturday we got out a ruler and I showed her that the baby is between 3 and 4 inches long and then I had her give me her hand and she thought it was pretty cool that right now her hand is bigger than the baby.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Movies - &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Space Chimps. Thank god we didn't pay full price for this movie. Thank god it was at the dollar theater. Thank god I'm pregnant so no one pays any mind if I get up during the movie and hide for awhile. I always thought the previews looked HORRID. But Gabby and Alex wanted to see it. So fine. OMG I will never ever get that time back. That has to be the worst kids movie I have ever seen!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Igor - we had free passes to Studio Movie Grill. But I would have paid to see this movie! It was a super cute pseudo scary movie for kids! Pseudo Scary and full of you know morals and stuff. Much better than the stupid monkey movie.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Books - &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I love the library! I wish they had more books! *love fest* &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I wish it was November. So so so many new books that I want to read come out that month!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;TV/Radio - &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I have never seen that Chuck show. And after this morning I never ever want to. I was not happy to find out my station changed to Chuck Radio today to promote the premier. I tune in to listen to my idiots. The ones that make me laugh and talk back to the radio. Not the idiots from Chuck.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The end.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;How was every ones weekend?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Loves!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5496161161780915575?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5496161161780915575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5496161161780915575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5496161161780915575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5496161161780915575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-over-place.html' title='All over the place'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-457795241143538566</id><published>2008-09-26T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:05:55.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing a little better today</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Now that it is over I feel I can breath and tell you what has been going on.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Last Friday I received a call from CPS letting me know that a complaint had been filed and they had spoken with Gabby at school and needed to go over the report with us.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;WTF! I was torn between hurt, anger, and fear. What the heck was this all about? We don't beat our child. She eats more than anyone I know at times. She has been going to bed an hour earlier since starting school. She's clean. Her clothes are nice albeit maybe not ironed all the time. No more bruises than a normal child, less than I used to have at her age. She's healthy, has all her shots. She's not made to live in the hall closet. WTF?!&amp;nbsp; Yes we are a loud family. There are yelling matches and arguments but nothing violent.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Also &lt;STRONG&gt;who&lt;/STRONG&gt; the hell?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So I called back and left a message. I have been a huge stress ball since this call.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;When we finally got home and started asking Gabby questions we got what we were looking for.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Baby did some one come and talk to you at school today?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;-Yes, she was nice. I got to go into an office and there were stuffed animals on the walls it was fun.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Really? What did you talk about?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;-Dunno.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;mmm.... Did she ask you questions?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;-Yes&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Like what kind of questions.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;-Like are we going to tell the truth and not lie.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;*quite a few more questions with non answers.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Anything else?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;-OH! Then she took a picture of this! *proceeds to yank her pant leg up and show a rather large ugly bruise.*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;OMG Gabby how did you get that?!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;-When Daddy spanked me with the shoe.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;WTF! When did you hit her with a shoe Alex!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The other night when she got in trouble.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;What the hell are you talking about! I was woken up when she started crying because you spanked her. What the hell made you think a shoe was a good choice! What is wrong with you!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Long story shortened basically he thought the flip flop would hurt less than his hand. I pointed out multiple times that hand to bottom is spanking object to anywhere is beating. And so help me if he costs me Gabby I will kill him.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;We finally figured out that it must have been the school who contacted since she had gone to the nurse for an ice pack one day when the bruise was hurting.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The weekend passed and was uneventful with the exception of starting to re-arrange Gabby's room (I have to get pictures).&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Called and left the CPS lady a message Monday. Then Tuesday. Finally at the end of Tuesday I got a call back. She would come to our apartment Thursday evening to talk to us about the complaint and get the story of what happened.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;He explained what happened. He had been after her to clean her room while he made dinner. That over the span of 30 min or so and 4 odd requests with her telling him no or playing instead that he got angry and since he was afraid that spanking her with his had would hurt he for (some stupid reason) thought the flip flop would hurt less. And that between her twisting away he had missed her bottom and gotten her upper leg. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I explained that I had been super sick/suffering from an allergic reaction/and dealing with the fear the baby was causing that week that I had come home and gone to bed leaving Alex in charge for the night. That I was awakened by her screaming and crying. Separated the two of them, maybe threatened him death, and took care of the issues. What I saw was that her leg was red and there was no evidence of bruising at the time. She never complained to me about it hurting. And since she takes her own showers with the occasional "Gabby you have been in here twenty minuets and you haven't even washed your hair yet. Get a move on.", and she dresses herself. I never saw the bruise until she pulled up her pant leg.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Under normal circumstances it would never have gotten that far to begin with. I always step in and separate them when he starts to get angry. He keeps forgetting she is just five and clean your room is not a directive she can fully follow. It has to be along the lines of Gabby, you need to pick up all your Barbies and put them where they belong. When that is done come get me and I will tell you what needs to happen next.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;But back on track. She said that after talking to Gabby and talking to us that she was going to recommend that the case be dropped. That when we get that letter there will be a paper we need to fill out and send back that will remove us from the system like this didn't happen.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;She also re-iterated to Alex that open hand on bottom is a spanking and that in the State of Texas they are still legal.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So this very frightening chapter in our lives will be closed.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I am still rather upset with the school.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;On one hand I understand the logic and I am glad they worry about our kids enough to do this.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;On the other hand why didn't they contact us before filing the complaint or in conjunction with the complaint. I am not ashamed and if a mistake has been made in our house I will own up to it. I was unaware of the bruise. I would have found out what happened and called them back or gone in for a meeting to explain it. As is I am working up or is it working down my anger and hurt feelings so I can e-mail the school and explain what had happened.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;It kills me that they think I am that type of parent or she lives in such a rotten home. I mean do they talk to her? Can't they see what a happy girl she is, how loved?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;***&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;On&amp;nbsp;another note. Did you guys watch Grey's last night? Was anyone else a weepy ball of snot? Or was that just my hormones? Was anyone else thrown for a loop when they found out that Bernadette Peters characters husband&amp;nbsp;cheated on her? I mean seriously. Can they not see how beautiful she is?&amp;nbsp;What an idiot.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;When is Alex going to get his shit together?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Did anyone else want to slap the shit out of the woman who was telling the truth to Grey about what happens in relationships? Dude she needs to be delusional to function.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;OMG they need to bring back army dude. grrrrr&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Also if they are going to keep bringing sexy Denny back I won't be able to watch since I start full on&amp;nbsp;bawling. It just kills me.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-457795241143538566?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/457795241143538566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=457795241143538566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/457795241143538566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/457795241143538566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/breathing-little-better-today.html' title='Breathing a little better today'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5252127565665437641</id><published>2008-09-25T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:51:35.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Humbug</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Dear Subprime Market and current Economy,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;You super suck.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I hate you.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;When I die, I shall bequeath you my debt and bills. While in total this is not an earth shattering amount, I just hate you that much.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Nanner Nanner Boo Boo,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Teresa&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Dear Kindly Benevolent Wealthy&amp;nbsp;Stranger That I Hope Will Come Along,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Would you mind bearing my load for a few days, maybe a week?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Could you possibly pay a few things? They don't have to be the big things. Just some of the small things that are killing me would be nice.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Could you find me a doppelganger for tonight's meeting with the lady from the county?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I sure could use some stress free time before it affects my baby and before I get any sicker.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Oh and since you are so obviously Magical.... Can we please stop making me get up in the middle of the night to bounce off furniture and walls so I can use the restroom? I sure would love a full nights sleep.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I love you and THANK YOU!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Tc&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Dear Littlest Baby Love,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Hi honey! How are you?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Darling is there any particular reason you could not have made your debut two years ago when Mommy had a good,&amp;nbsp;secure&amp;nbsp;job she loved and had silly little things like health insurance?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Is there a reason you had to pick now?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I love you big big and I can't wait till I'm sure that is you I feel moving. I look forward to the first time you kick your daddy hello. Your big sister kicked him in the head, I'll try to work it so that she doesn't upstage you in that regard.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Kisses!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Mommy&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Dear Stress,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Curl up and die.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I don't have time and energy for you.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Eff You,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Teresa&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5252127565665437641?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5252127565665437641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5252127565665437641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5252127565665437641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5252127565665437641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4615835435151901212</id><published>2008-09-24T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:55:01.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that Ikea comercial....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Where they show the toddler walking to the couch with it's toilet training seat? And they show the kids diaper around the ankles as it starts to climb up and then the voice over says something like "Need a washable slipcover?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Well last night Alex and I were watching premier TV and Gabby had been asleep for like 2/2.5 hours. So seeing her looking frightened in our doorway rather scared us.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Baby what is it?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;I uh.....just wanted to say I love you. Takes off at a run to her room/bathroom.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;:(&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Gabby honey what is going on?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;I stick around so I can re-tuck her in when she finishes up and I happen to step near her red couch and feel something wet. So I look down and I swear it was like I had never seen the thing before. Wet? Look at ceiling knowing damned well it hasn't been raining. Wet? Looks for cup of water.&amp;nbsp;Picks up bear by ear&amp;nbsp;and stare in horror as it drips.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Try not to&amp;nbsp;laugh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Call Alex to help strip the couch of it's cover while I&amp;nbsp;hand wash the bear and pillow.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Gabby baby, how&amp;nbsp;did you mistake the red couch for the toilet?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;mmmuhno.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;*light bulb*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Baby, did it get all over your pants too?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;yeah.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;OK love lets get you cleaned up. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Go put on some new undies and get in bed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;Poor thing was so tired she was asleep before&amp;nbsp;Alex finished fighting with the&amp;nbsp;couch cover.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;While, yes, beyond disgusting you have to see the humor in this. What must she have been thinking that the &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;BRIGHT RED&lt;/FONT&gt; couch at the foot of her bed that is close to the&amp;nbsp;floor and has&amp;nbsp;stuffed animals and pillows on it was the toilet. And why... why didn't she pull down her pants and undies?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;But on the bright side... it wasn't &lt;STRONG&gt;in&lt;/STRONG&gt; her bed and this is her first accident in a long long time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;The cover was immediately washed and was so thick that the foam that makes up the couch&amp;nbsp;was still clean and dry.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="bookman old style, new york, times, serif" size=3&gt;And how has your week been going?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4615835435151901212?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4615835435151901212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4615835435151901212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4615835435151901212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4615835435151901212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-that-ikea-comercial.html' title='You know that Ikea comercial....'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1006329586003261905</id><published>2008-09-18T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:15:05.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Child is Determined to Scare Me To DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-size: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div id="RTEContent"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;When I was pregnant with Gabby it was obvious that all she wanted most in the world when I was pregnant with her was to kill me. What with the never letting me keep anything down including slowly melted ice cubes in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well this little killer is going about things differently. This one is trying to scare me to death. Let me give you a quick back story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thursday: Sonogram and got RX for Macrobid for UTI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Friday Night: Started RX waited since it says may cause drowsiness and I have to drive during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Friday Night 5 Hrs Later: Extreme fatigue itchy ear and throat never ending runny nose. Stupid allergies I think. Alex I know it's like midnight but we need to go get some Benadryl you know since we are already out. (we saw Hellboy 2. Eh. The monsters were good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Saturday: Sick. Awake for maybe 4hrs total. Long enough to force down food to take RX. Crying when awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sunday: Weak as a baby. Still feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Monday: Miss work. Live in bed. Still over tired and sick. Only eat to take RX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Little better. Go back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Itchy hive outbreak 30 min after RX dose. Pop Benadryl call DR. Take 2nd dose of Benadryl about 1, call DR again at 2, throat swollen tongue swollen lips feel swollen itchy. Benadryl not cutting it. Leave work go to Dr get new RX start that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today: Feel HUMAN! WOOOT. Except. Bloody TP. Bright red slightly (TMI) clumpy. OMG PANIC. Call Dina for a talk me out of panic since she has also been through two pregnancies and she is like my guru, even if she doesn't know it. Panic anyway when calling DR. Decide I can't drive myself what with the crying and the shaking and the panic. Call Mom to drive me. Go to Dr for 2nd time in two days. No active bleeding. Heart beat good. Get another sonogram. OMG look at that little hand. Baby clapped. Baby moving. *Breath* No idea what bled and why. *May* have a little of the placenta over laying the uterus. So just advised of pelvic rest, and since the baby looks good and I am not cramping all should be ok. So I am back at work and trying to keep calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I would trade in a heart beat being sick all over again for this constant fear that this baby is causing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Also for those wishing for a boy there still is not photographic evidence but it FEELS more and more like a boy everyday. Even Gabby has taken to saying him and brother. I think of it as a boy now too. But still we have 6 weeks to go before we can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well I am going to start working now and try not to worry (HA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;April I seriously hope your pregnancy is un-eventful and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Look at me with two posts this week!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home now and putting up latest alien sonogram pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2868420145/" title="Baby Hand by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2868420145_d9e5d96496_m.jpg" alt="Baby Hand" height="187" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2869250100/" title="Baby Face by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2869250100_40b92f9f49_m.jpg" alt="Baby Face" height="190" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1006329586003261905?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1006329586003261905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1006329586003261905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1006329586003261905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1006329586003261905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-child-is-determined-to-scare-me-to.html' title='This Child is Determined to Scare Me To DEATH'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2868420145_d9e5d96496_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4195368661671710482</id><published>2008-09-17T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:16:49.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Co Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td   style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit;font-family:inherit;font-size:inherit;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" id="RTEContent"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;I know everyone has there own opinion on this topic and I am wondering where you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;I partially co-slept with Gabby when she was an infant. I had a small one bedroom apartment and the crib wasn't that far away, but seriously, being beyond tired those dozen or less steps to her and back for the midnight (hahahahaha later) feedings was hell. I perfected sleeping in one position without moving out of paranoia for her. We never had any squishing or falling issues. She always started the night in the crib, and once she started sleeping through the night that is where she stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Now I am not claiming perfection, some times I would grab her and have her sleep in the bed with us to comfort me. I mean seriously the are only that little for so long and there is just a great peace being near your child when they are asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;We have gone through the normal problems parents have getting their child to sleep in their own room in their own bed. I will willingly admit that when Gabby was two and three I spend more than a couple nights sleeping at least partially in her room for her comfort and security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;And like most children she started to perfect her timing and the weak parent. Meaning she would wait until Alex and I were in that deep deep sleep where you will agree to anything if the person bothering you will just be quite and go away, or in this case just get in the freaking bed already and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Gabby is 5 and sleeps in her own bed 99.95% of the time. Now I some times get the cold little hand and the small little "Mommy? I had a bad dream." And some times I tell her to climb in, some times I pull my self up hug her and take her back to bed, and some times I'm evil and pretend to keep sleeping so she will have to take it up with Alex. Who by the way lets her sleep with us more than I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;And Gabby who when we are awake can't seem to get enought Mommy and hugs and kisses, who used to cuddle so close when we would co-nap or sleep, the child who used to insist that she be allowed to lay down on my tummy like a baby and fall asleep listening to my heart. Now we can't seem to get far enough apart. Seriously. When we nap (so rare for the kid to agree to a nap) I end up all the way on one side of my bed and she is all the way on the other (granted we do spend 15 min or so talking and cudling first, but when it comes to sleeping...) Or on the rare nights she ends up in bed she is almost one with Alex ( I think it is because she gets so cold and refuses to sleep under the blankets) but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Long story short I personaly see nothing very wrong with it so long as you are careful and take precautions. I plan with the next one that either the crib or a basanett will be in my room flush with my side of the bed, partly because I don't think it fair for Gabby to be woken up many times a night due to the baby and partly because I remember how tired I will be. But mostly just for my own peace of mind. Once the baby is sleeping through the night s/he will make the move down the hall and Gabby will have to learn how to share her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Also is it 20 weeks yet the suspense and the lack of ability to plan is killing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4195368661671710482?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4195368661671710482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4195368661671710482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4195368661671710482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4195368661671710482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/co-sleeping.html' title='Co Sleeping'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1035018243805472177</id><published>2008-09-12T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:06:53.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;The baby is 11 weeks and 6 days old today.&amp;nbsp; And yes I believe I may be kicked out of my family for this but that gives us a &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1221239123_0 style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;due date&lt;/SPAN&gt; of &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;March 28 2009&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;S/he is moving all over the place! &amp;lt; Tears of joy &amp;gt; &amp;lt; /tears of joy &amp;gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;Gabby was so cute at the appointment. I wish you guys could have seen her face when she was seeing the baby on the TV OMG and when we heard the heart beat.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;I did ask if it was to early to check for the gender, she said we could check but not to expect to much. After much searching and squinting at darkness there was a flash. OMG I didn't see that I think to my self as she backs the frames up.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;"Well it's a little early to be sure but you see that there, it could be a boy but don't hold me to it."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;I am desperately hoping it was a foot. Or a trick of light...sound...whatever.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;So we still are not 100% of the gender. Give it 6 weeks or so and we'll know.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;I honestly won't mind having a boy. I'm just terrified. What the heck do you do with a boy? They are like from a different planet or something. What with the the bugs and gross stuff and OMG the &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1221239123_1 style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;potty training&lt;/SPAN&gt;! And no hair bows. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;But.... the cute clothes, the faux hawks, and awwww it's a baby and all mine, mine MINE!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;So not so much stress now, or at least of a different kind all together untill I'm about 20 weeks along. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(16,16,255) 2px solid"&gt; &lt;DIV id=yiv1131235846&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1035018243805472177?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1035018243805472177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1035018243805472177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1035018243805472177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1035018243805472177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-baby.html' title='It&apos;s a BABY'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5097230769886833934</id><published>2008-09-11T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:17:06.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Deep Breath*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I *believe* April and I have some thing in common today, I *think* we both have baby Dr. appointments.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So April I want updates!!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Today I have my much much much looked forward to sonogram. Not the one where I will be able to tell the gender but the one where we more or less pinpoint a due date.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;And I? Am a bundle of stress and nerves. I will be the first one to tell you that &lt;A href="http://www.ajnr.org/cgi/content/full/23/1/19"&gt;Mommy Brain&lt;/A&gt; did it's job in making me forget much of that pregnancy. But I don't remember being &lt;EM&gt;this&lt;/EM&gt; paranoid last time. I mean up in my head I'm sure I'm being paranoid and I keep telling myself that but it isn't helping.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I'm full of:&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;OMG Please don't tell me that I am Weeks less pregnant than I think I am.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Please don't let me be to much further along than I think.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;What if &lt;STRONG&gt;THE WORST&lt;/STRONG&gt; has happened? - This one is fueled by the fact that the Doppler thing did not pick up a heart beat and we were told it may not but still. Me=Paranoid&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;What if I'm not really pregnant and some thing is just wrong? - Now on this one I"m sure the DR would have called to tell me this by now but still I can't shake that one.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I'm worried because so far this pregnancy has been a breeze compared to Gabby's. I mean what with only Hailing the Porcelain Gods three maybe four times total and only due to allergy issues. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So seriously I keep telling my self to take a deep breath and be positive. And keep repeating my fertility prayer "Please Please let this be a girl. The thought of a boy terrifies me, they are sooooooooo weird. But if it is a boy it will still get all the love it can stand."&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So paranoid me is desperately awaiting 4:30 to come. When most if not all of these fears will be put to rest.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Bookman Old Style"&gt;Love ya,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Teresa&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5097230769886833934?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5097230769886833934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5097230769886833934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5097230769886833934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5097230769886833934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/deep-breath.html' title='*Deep Breath*'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-2297379725336339449</id><published>2008-09-06T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:32:27.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day late</title><content type='html'>Good Luck with your 3 day walk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-2297379725336339449?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2297379725336339449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=2297379725336339449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2297379725336339449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2297379725336339449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-late.html' title='Day late'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-7188042961982191007</id><published>2008-09-03T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:23:01.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! Not much of a baby update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Arial'&gt;Nothing much to report at this time, I do have a sono scheduled  for next Thursday late afternoon so that is when I will have more details and a  clearer picture of a due date and the age of the baby, but right now we are  going with 10 weeks 6 days along. With about another 10 weeks before we can  find out the gender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Wingdings&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:  Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial'&gt; The  Dr did pull out the Sonic Doppler thingy to try and pick up the heartbeat but  either the heart is still to small to hear or the baby was hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Arial'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Arial'&gt;But so far a clean bill of health with the recommendation that  I start looking into a diabetic diet to try and bring down my chances of  Gestational Diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Arial'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Arial'&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:  12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:  13.5pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;Teresa Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:  12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:  12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table bgcolor=white style="color:black"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;  The&amp;nbsp;information&amp;nbsp;transmitted&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;intended&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;entity&lt;br&gt;  to&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;addressed&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;may&amp;nbsp;contain&amp;nbsp;confidential&amp;nbsp;and/or&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;  privileged&amp;nbsp;material.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Any&amp;nbsp;review,&amp;nbsp;retransmission,&amp;nbsp;dissemination&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;  other&amp;nbsp;use&amp;nbsp;of,&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;taking&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;any&amp;nbsp;action&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;reliance&amp;nbsp;upon,&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;  information&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;persons&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;entities&amp;nbsp;other&amp;nbsp;than&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;intended&amp;nbsp;recipient&lt;br&gt;  is&amp;nbsp;prohibited.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;error,&amp;nbsp;please&amp;nbsp;contact&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;  sender&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;delete&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;material&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;any&amp;nbsp;computer.&lt;br&gt;  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-7188042961982191007?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7188042961982191007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7188042961982191007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7188042961982191007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7188042961982191007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-not-much-of-baby-update.html' title='Hello! Not much of a baby update'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-82566369035654506</id><published>2008-08-26T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:26:40.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gabby Started kindergarten yesterday with no problems at all. and with the way she is already acting you would think she has been going for about a year, what with the sudden forgetting of goodby hugs and kisses .                              On another note, an I the only one who finds it funny that I am losing weight and yet have had to start leaving my pants unbuttoned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-82566369035654506?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/82566369035654506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=82566369035654506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/82566369035654506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/82566369035654506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/gabby-started-kindergarten-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-7064795546408339148</id><published>2008-08-25T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:26:16.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" &gt; &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td VALIGN="top" colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#FFE100"&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sprintpcs.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/retailers/PCSNEXTEL/images/logos/togetherWithNextel.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td VALIGN="top" colspan="2"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="590" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" width="10"/&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a Picture Mail from Teresa MarxDavila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" width="590" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="10"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="280" valign="top"&gt;                 &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="border:1px solid #9C9A9C;"&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                     &lt;td&gt;                         &lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="7" style="table-layout:fixed"&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                     &lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com//mmps/RECIPIENT/001_2321a33ff23b9b0f_1/2.2?inviteToken=rEkrJ4hMk8hpW8SULh1h&amp;amp;limitsize=258,258&amp;amp;outquality=90&amp;amp;squareoutput=255,255,255&amp;amp;ext=.jpg&amp;amp;iconifyVideo=true&amp;amp;wm=1"/&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;/table&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="20"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;              &lt;td VALIGN="top" align="right" width="280"&gt;                    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="280" style="table-layout:fixed"&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                        &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td&gt;&lt;pre style="overflow:auto; font:normal 10pt trebuchet ms; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: -moz-pre-wrap; white-space: -pre-wrap; white-space: -o-pre-wrap;  word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;Gabby started big kid school  with no problems. I had to remind her to give me a kiss before we left. 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All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;/tr&gt;                &lt;tr&gt;                    &lt;td bgcolor="#f1f1f1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" width="20" height="5"/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verisign.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/retailers/PCSNEXTEL/images/logos/verisign.jpg" alt="VeriSign's Home Page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;/tr&gt;                &lt;tr&gt;                    &lt;td bgcolor="#f1f1f1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/images/x.gif" border="0" height="10"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;/tr&gt;            &lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-7064795546408339148?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7064795546408339148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7064795546408339148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7064795546408339148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7064795546408339148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4794375333172983990</id><published>2008-08-22T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:25:07.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah</title><content type='html'>Oh I remembered what else I was going to say!                        Did you know fresh salad has a smell and it is bad?                            And that tuna and dill pickles are heaven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4794375333172983990?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4794375333172983990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4794375333172983990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4794375333172983990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4794375333172983990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-9190800383898291551</id><published>2008-08-21T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:31:56.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just be you tonight?</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if you are EXTREMELY Constipated you feel like you are going to die and the slightest touch to your lower tummy will make you go fetal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know the only things you can take to fix this come in liquid form?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting chalky, liquids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid these things should come in a tasteless pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on that note. Did you know that your 5 year old will laugh at you then ask why you are excited about going poo? As will you husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Did you know some husbands are so weird that they snap at you to keep your pregnancy symptoms to yourself and you being very confused ask what are they talking about only to find out they are getting your morning sickness when you have not puked even once yet? He can keep that symptom for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Burn. Geaaahhhh deeeeeeeath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a breakdown over my shirt being dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, OMG the world is ending crying irrational breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to love hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby starts school Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hormonal. And may become weepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is thank goodness not like me. She is beyond excited about going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some thing else but Mommy Brain seems to have eaten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one week exactly from my first checkup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-9190800383898291551?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/9190800383898291551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=9190800383898291551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/9190800383898291551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/9190800383898291551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-i-just-be-you-tonight.html' title='Can I just be you tonight?'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6869988737182326668</id><published>2008-08-16T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:23:52.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Catch up on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;First Happy Birthday Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond excited about the fact that we are going to be extending our little family. :) Gabby is taking it all in stride. Her first response was that we needed to get a bigger place. You should have seen the look on her face when we explained they would be sharing a room. It was priceless. She has also informed me that she will help with the baby "Just not with the diapers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not Alex is also pretty happy and excited. I know he is and you would believe me if you could have seen the goofy smile on his face when he figured out what I was hinting at, and before the stress of what it means hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the biggest difference between this child and Gabby is that this one doesn't seem determined to kill me. I have had some close calls but not actual (as of yet) puking morning (all day) sickness. So far I have just gotten really nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first appointment Sept. 3rd, when I should be able to pin down the age of the baby and when it is due. But going off the calculators that a great many mommy websites offer we are looking at about a late March baby. And I think my family has dis-owned me for it (too many March birthdays already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone seems to be rooting for a boy and it is way to early to tell but my gut (hahahahaha) feeling is that it will be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just for giggles I want to put the list I have made of possible names for girls and boys out. Feel free to laugh and make fun it's all part of the fun of this. Also understand that this is just the first list it most likely will be changed quite a few times, and ultimately when it gets down to it I will most likely keep the final name to myself until the baby is born again. (you know just in case the one I like the most doesn't seem to fit the child. Gabby had a short list of 3 names and when I saw her I knew it was Gabrielle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Annbalynn - Annbalynn Antoinette Davila&lt;br /&gt;Anne means Grace&lt;br /&gt;Lynn means Pretty&lt;br /&gt;Antoinette means Beyond Price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwen - Anwen Marie Davila&lt;br /&gt;Anwen means Very Fair&lt;br /&gt;Marie means Bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid - Astrid ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Astrid means Beautiful like a God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger - Ginger ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Ginger means Ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwendolyn - Gwendolyn ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Gwendolyn means Fair Bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imogene - Imogene Rose Davila (thank you Dina for bringing the name Imogene to my attention I think it is beautiful!)&lt;br /&gt;Imogene means Image/Innocent&lt;br /&gt;Rose means Renown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira - Moira ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Moira means Bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrna - Myrna ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Myrna means Tender/Beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia - Olivia (Rae)(Skye) Davila&lt;br /&gt;Olivia means Olive Tree&lt;br /&gt;Rae means Ewe&lt;br /&gt;Skye means Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia - Ophelia ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia means help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilla (Marilla?) - Rilla ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Rilla means Small Brook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett - Scarlett ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett means Scarlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boys Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adaire- Adair ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Adaire means Oak Tree Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauregard - Beauregard ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Beauregard means Beautiful Gaze or Easy on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter - Dexter ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Dexter means Right handed or Woman Dyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny - Denny ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Denny means Follower of Dionysius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett - Everett ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Everett means Boar Hardness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas - Nicholas Alexander Davila&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas means People of Victory&lt;br /&gt;Alexander means Defender of Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhett - Rhett ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Rhett means Fiery Zealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roland - Roland Dean Davila&lt;br /&gt;Roland means Renowned Land&lt;br /&gt;Dean means Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen - Stephen ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Stephen means Crowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent - Vincent ~ Davila&lt;br /&gt;Vincent means Conquering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think that is about all I've got right now. I hope all is doing well and for those coming over to see Dina next weekend I look forward to seeing you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6869988737182326668?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6869988737182326668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6869988737182326668&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6869988737182326668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6869988737182326668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much-to-catch-up-on.html' title='So Much to Catch up on'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6700243582580395128</id><published>2008-08-08T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:42:14.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE JOHNNY on Politics, LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;A co-worker sent me this e-mail and I about  died!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;JOHNNY on Politics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;A teacher in  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; asked her 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade class how many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;of  them were McCain fans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Not really knowing what a McCain fan was, but  wanting to be liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;by  the teacher, all the kids raised their hands except for Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Johnny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;The teacher asked Little Johnny why he decided to be different...  again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Little Johnny said, 'Because I'm not a McCain  fan.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;The teacher said, 'Why aren't you a McCain  fan?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Johnny said, 'Because I'm a Democrat.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;The teacher asked why he's a Democrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Little Johnny answered, 'Well, my Mom's a Democrat and my Dad's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Democrat,  so I'm a Democrat.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;The teacher asks, 'If your Mom was a moron,  and your Dad was an idiot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;what  would that make you?'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;With a big smile, Little Johnny replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;'That  would make me a McCain fan.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"  &gt;I always liked Little Johnny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6700243582580395128?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6700243582580395128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6700243582580395128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6700243582580395128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6700243582580395128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-johnny-on-politics-lol.html' title='LITTLE JOHNNY on Politics, LOL!!!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-652558991922625571</id><published>2008-08-07T18:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:31:16.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PROOF</title><content type='html'>Tada!! I bring you proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2742041251/" title="Two lines!! by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2742041251_fd5c47bb4b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Two lines!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have my first appointment Sept 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love everyone!!&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/10705169-652558991922625571?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/652558991922625571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=652558991922625571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/652558991922625571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/652558991922625571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/proof.html' title='PROOF'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2742041251_fd5c47bb4b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-199216698236304358</id><published>2008-08-07T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:28:29.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will do a real post soon but in the mean time i estimate i am about six weeks pregnant! So roughly only 32 weeks left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-199216698236304358?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/199216698236304358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=199216698236304358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/199216698236304358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/199216698236304358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-will-do-real-post-soon-but-in-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-3860168741795762952</id><published>2008-07-28T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:05:17.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish me luck. I start a new temp  job today!  I miss everyone! Hopefully i will have some exciting news to share next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-3860168741795762952?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3860168741795762952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=3860168741795762952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3860168741795762952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3860168741795762952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/07/wish-me-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-3070193136143081699</id><published>2008-07-10T16:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:25:31.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG</title><content type='html'>I think my heart stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-3070193136143081699?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3070193136143081699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=3070193136143081699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3070193136143081699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3070193136143081699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/07/omgomgomgomgomg.html' title='OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-420429408889018944</id><published>2008-07-02T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:29:27.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So OMG</title><content type='html'>So last night we were watching the Pacifier, with Vin Diesel (shut up it was the only "family" movie we had that I wasn't sick of seeing) and at one point while I'm reading I hear Alex say "Oh I always thought she was hot". Now maybe if I watched more of the WB or whatever it is now I would have placed her quickly. As it was I'm uh..... if you say so (with my nosed scrunched up).... who is she? He then proceeded to tell me it was the mom from Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all my jaw dropped. I have never in my life seen that show. But I know it is a MAJOR chick show. You should have seen him back peddling it was funny! "What! I only saw it sometimes" As he's back peddling it comes out that he also watched Dawson's Creek (yeah I'm a chick outcast. Yet another teen angst show I never watched, so sue me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-420429408889018944?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/420429408889018944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=420429408889018944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/420429408889018944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/420429408889018944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-omg.html' title='So OMG'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-994118564261281586</id><published>2008-07-01T12:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:52:18.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>Combover Estates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Been! Eat Too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more reasons why Gabby will never learn Spanish from me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.... how have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... good good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you wonder why I'm posting in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently my assignment ran out last night so I am now desperately looking for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hiring? I can get you my resume lickity split!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this less than stellar news I haven't much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did upload pictures of Gabby's Pre-K Graduation, Crazy Hair Day at her school, Alex Birthday and the crazy cars at the Art Fest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2627939009/" title="Cap and Gown by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/2627939009_36ff55015d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Cap and Gown" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2627971359/" title="Crazy hair day. By God No child will have crazier. by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2627971359_2578df2c04_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Crazy hair day. By God No child will have crazier." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2628805296/" title="Chicken fight by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2628805296_a33cbfbea8_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Chicken fight" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-994118564261281586?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/994118564261281586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=994118564261281586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/994118564261281586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/994118564261281586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/07/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/2627939009_36ff55015d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-447101152083902599</id><published>2008-06-13T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:24:56.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;Ok some one has a twisted sense of humor. If you were writing an article about some thing serious would you include this line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;The residence was still Friday afternoon, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold'&gt;showing no sign of criminal activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;http://www.rockymounttelegram.com/local/content/news/stories/2008/06/13/child.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;How Surf-a-rific!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;By Steve Gorman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_0"&gt;LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - The Smurfs, those blue-skinned cartoon gnomes with short tails and white hats, are celebrating their 50th anniversary with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;span  style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt; movie deal announced on Tuesday by Columbia Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_1"&gt;The Sony Corp.-owned studio said it has acquired motion picture rights to the Belgian-born characters from Lafig Belgium S.A. for a big-screen Smurfs adaptation mixing computer-graphic imagery and live action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_2"&gt;A similar &amp;quot;hybrid&amp;quot; treatment was recently given to another popular cartoon ensemble in the highly successful &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;span   style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt; and the Chipmunks&amp;quot; movie from 20th Century Fox, a unit of News Corp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_3"&gt;Like Alvin and his rodent companions, the Smurfs will be created by CGI technology and interact with real actors portraying humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_4"&gt;No casting decisions have been made or director chosen, but the studio is in negotiations with David Stem and David Weiss, the writing team behind both &amp;quot;Shrek&amp;quot; sequels and &amp;quot;The Rugrats Movie,&amp;quot; to pen a Smurfs screenplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_5"&gt;The Smurfs, simply drawn, diminutive beings -- just &amp;quot;three apples tall&amp;quot; -- with blue skin, white trousers and white caps, rank among the most widely recognized cartoon characters in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_6"&gt;Encompassing over 100 characters, the mostly male individuals all share the Smurf moniker and a descriptive first name -- such as Lazy Smurf, Grouchy Smurf, Brainy Smurf and Grandpa Smurf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_7"&gt;Created in 1958 by Belgian cartoonist Pierre Culliford, aka Peyo, the Smurfs first appeared in a series of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;Belgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt; comic strips and were originally called Les Schtroumpfs in French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_8"&gt;They are perhaps best known to the English-speaking world from the long-running Hanna-Barbera cartoon series that aired on NBC's Saturday morning lineup through the 1980s and is still seen in roughly 30 countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span id="midArticle_byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_0"&gt;The Smurf phenomenon has also spawned a huge merchandising empire comprising statuettes, games, toys and videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_1"&gt;Movie rights to the property originally were secured in 2002, and the producer for the project, Jordan Kerner, had been developing a Smurfs feature at Viacom Inc's Paramount Pictures, which now has an option to co-finance the film and distribute it internationally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_2"&gt;No time frame for production or release of the film has been set, but a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font   size=2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;Columbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt; spokesman said, &amp;quot;We are committed to it and hope to get moving on it as quickly as we can.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=NormalWeb7 style='background:white'&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_3"&gt;Reuters/Nielsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#6600cc" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family: "Trebuchet MS";color:#6600CC'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span id="_AthCaret"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-7132118957031594669?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7132118957031594669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7132118957031594669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7132118957031594669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7132118957031594669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-surf-rific-by-steve-gorman-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-2547332099500861525</id><published>2008-06-09T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:40:38.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=blue face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;  color:blue'&gt;1:00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;Don&amp;#8217;t forget your swimsuits and sunblock! &lt;img width=92 height=74 src="cid:image003.gif@01C8CA1C.FBE78BD0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;Soda and Food will be provided! (So please RSVP so I can buy the right amount!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;&lt;img width=143 height=133 src="cid:image004.gif@01C8CA1C.FBE78BD0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;Gifts are not required but if you are wondering he has requested Target and Ikea Gift Cards (Booooring ;) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=green face=Sylfaen&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Sylfaen;color:green'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span id="_AthCaret"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-2547332099500861525?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2547332099500861525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=2547332099500861525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2547332099500861525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/2547332099500861525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/06/alex-b-day.html' title='Alex B-Day'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8457850128772184485</id><published>2008-05-19T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:22:09.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak a boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="195" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=d2304d4a37&amp;amp;photo_id=2505990741&amp;amp;show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=d2304d4a37&amp;amp;photo_id=2505990741&amp;amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="195" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2505990741/"&gt;Peak a boo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oneperfectsomething/"&gt;♥One Perfect Something♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah I soooo want another kid!  How about I keep this one?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8457850128772184485?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8457850128772184485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8457850128772184485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8457850128772184485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8457850128772184485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/05/peak-boo.html' title='Peak a boo'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5799210428238082822</id><published>2008-05-11T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:08:58.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers Day to all you lovely Mommas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see a quick catch up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess is in the Army. And loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enroll Gabby in Kindergarten Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still enjoy where I am working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to babysit/kidnap baby Lizzy for a day and night (Sleep over!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone fiercely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to my e-mail but once every blue moon so CALL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5799210428238082822?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5799210428238082822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5799210428238082822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5799210428238082822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5799210428238082822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1985717474414821515</id><published>2008-04-07T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:20:55.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>I know bad Tc. Neglecting the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a computer at my apt, can't use the one at work to update. What is a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm miss everyone and and am terribly lonely with out all my friends you know like living in my living room or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy your hair is super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda, my work e-mail must not have liked your work e-mail. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina, get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, I will get the bush to you one day.... before it dies on my patio *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jenny! How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all and I'm alive :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1985717474414821515?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1985717474414821515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1985717474414821515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1985717474414821515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1985717474414821515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-yeah.html' title='yeah yeah'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-3168508250396444564</id><published>2008-03-06T15:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:35:53.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaah whats that?! An update?</title><content type='html'>OMG, I have so much planned out to tell you and now that I have hijacked my  mom's computer... I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will bullet point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMG I got a Job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMG I moved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frickin A unpacking sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start Job! Wooo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh my what is that white stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow? Are you Sh*ting me? Snow in March?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played with Gabby very briefly in snow before going to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh look it's gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"B*tch B*tch" Can't find anything in the damned boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the hell more snow?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the hell school closing early?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update you dear internet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Once I find the camera cord I will upload pictures for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I love you and the job is going fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-3168508250396444564?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3168508250396444564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=3168508250396444564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3168508250396444564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3168508250396444564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/03/gaaaah-whats-that-update.html' title='Gaaaah whats that?! An update?'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8638699113589135447</id><published>2008-03-03T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:15:29.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I start today! Also, moving so sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8638699113589135447?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8638699113589135447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8638699113589135447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8638699113589135447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8638699113589135447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-start-today-also-moving-so-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4047678054991180722</id><published>2008-02-29T18:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:32:23.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Hugs*</title><content type='html'>Well you guys know how moving goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back here as soon as I can and fill you in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4047678054991180722?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4047678054991180722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4047678054991180722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4047678054991180722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4047678054991180722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/hugs.html' title='*Hugs*'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-9086203721482290044</id><published>2008-02-27T16:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:15:49.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I START WORK MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-9086203721482290044?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/9086203721482290044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=9086203721482290044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/9086203721482290044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/9086203721482290044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4357171462675988885</id><published>2008-02-20T17:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:12:25.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind.</title><content type='html'>Not much got packed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I have a very good valid excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had an interview at 9:30 in Carrollton, then I had one scheduled for 4:30 in Irving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the job in Carrollton and I am crossing all kinds of fingers since I have a second interview tomorrow. I ended up canceling the Irving one since while I was in interview #1 I received a call from a company in Addison and really 1 1/2-2hr commute is just too much. When I got home I was just about to go change my clothes and start packing when I got another call from a Staffing company that wanted to see me. So I ended up having to drive down to Downtown Dallas for a 3pm meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dallas thing went pretty well I think I got tested and I believe I did well. She was sending my information to one company ASAP, so I take that as a good sign! Oh Manda get this, It's right by where LBMC was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow is looking to be pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 9am in Addison then 10:30 back in Carrollton for a second interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4357171462675988885?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4357171462675988885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4357171462675988885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4357171462675988885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4357171462675988885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind.'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4166823848943455346</id><published>2008-02-19T21:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:52:45.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah</title><content type='html'>Sooo..... Some time in January I got this great idea to use some of my remnants and get them gone. So I decided HEY! I have these Disney thingies (technical term) why don't I see if I can make some thing out of them. And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I planned it all out too! (cause you know making a pillow is complicated) And this is what I came up with. Very technical I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2277998912/" title="Alice Pillow Design by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2375/2277998912_b5b1b0a5af.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Alice Pillow Design" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please note the accurate depiction of Alice at the tea party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Thank you. I will have a showing next month in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much swearing *What the hell is wrong with this stupid thing?! I planned it all out each square is an inch. I added my seam allowance why are you not working? Gaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrr!* the pillow was completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2278924728/" title="Alice Pillow by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2183/2278924728_d79c32f405_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Alice Pillow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2278134229/" title="Alice Pillow by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2278134229_8e4364f886.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Alice Pillow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4166823848943455346?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2375/2277998912_b5b1b0a5af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5533419646641875896</id><published>2008-02-19T17:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:03:41.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2277207191/" title="Empty by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2117/2277207191_6a5c8d0ebe_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Empty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2277997604/" title="Empty by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2277997604_72be5fe3f2_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Empty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2277203267/" title="fuller now by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2114/2277203267_7251ddf17b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="fuller now" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2277205411/" title="A start by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/2277205411_fcc8dff2f8_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="A start" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what have you been up to?&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/10705169-5533419646641875896?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5533419646641875896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5533419646641875896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5533419646641875896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5533419646641875896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/gah.html' title='Gah'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2117/2277207191_6a5c8d0ebe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-115417717371802478</id><published>2008-02-09T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:12:47.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalala</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness this &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=7240094455739216858&amp;amp;id=78703&amp;amp;parentid=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;pushId=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;popId=EAT_COOK&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=14&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=whi"&gt;Gaggle is FANTASTIC&lt;/a&gt;! Have I ever mentioned how much I love to look at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/homepage2.jsp?_DARGS=/anthro/common/apparel_category_topnav_active.jsp_A&amp;amp;_DAV=HOME_HOME_PAGE&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=-4562618149974538026"&gt;Anthroplogie&lt;/a&gt;'s things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously! Look at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=-4562618149974538026&amp;amp;id=873061&amp;amp;parentid=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;pushId=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;popId=EAT_COOK&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=5&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=red"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=-4562618149974538026&amp;amp;id=780427&amp;amp;parentid=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;pushId=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;popId=EAT_COOK&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=13&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=yeo"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;! Perfect for my budding salt and pepper collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG OMG OMG look! &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=-4562618149974538026&amp;amp;id=78514&amp;amp;parentid=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;pushId=EAT_COOK_GADGETS&amp;amp;popId=EAT_COOK&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=18&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=grn"&gt;These &lt;/a&gt;are the perfect color for the direction I want to take my kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; might&lt;/span&gt; be getting a little excited about moving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-115417717371802478?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/115417717371802478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=115417717371802478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/115417717371802478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/115417717371802478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/lalalalala.html' title='lalalalala'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-7419046883654311807</id><published>2008-02-07T14:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:19:06.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2249633076/" title="March 1 by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/2249633076_de33f3922d_o.jpg" width="307" height="637" alt="March 1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1091 Sq Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-7419046883654311807?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7419046883654311807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7419046883654311807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7419046883654311807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7419046883654311807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/02/march-1-2008.html' title='March 1 2008'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-9145908727630361776</id><published>2008-01-31T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:08:22.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So long as all goes well</title><content type='html'>Details on the apartment hunting thing later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First do you know what is on tonight?! LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-9145908727630361776?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/9145908727630361776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=9145908727630361776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/9145908727630361776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/9145908727630361776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-long-as-all-goes-well.html' title='So long as all goes well'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8904365217538249882</id><published>2008-01-30T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:13:37.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah yeah I know</title><content type='html'>Posts have been few and far between. And I only reported on the Heath Ledger thing because I had NOTHING to tell y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see since we have last spoken I have (in no order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been Apartment Hunting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made homemade bubbles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;colored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drawn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read oodles of kid and grown up books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tried to pretend my name isn't Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comforted a lonely 5 year old who misses her friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made my own Sourdough starter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made sourdough bread bowls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made a 100% from scratch Greek dinner including Chicken Gyros, &lt;a href="http://kalynskitchen.blogspot.com/2007/07/worlds-best-tzatziki-sauce-recipe-greek.html"&gt;Tzatziki&lt;/a&gt; sauce, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Spanakopita-Greek-Spinach-Pie/Detail.aspx"&gt;Spankopita&lt;/a&gt; (Greek Spinach Pie), &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Greek-Style-Potatoes/Detail.aspx"&gt;Greek Style Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Greek-Avgolemono-Chicken-Soup/Detail.aspx"&gt;Greek Avgolemono Chicken Soup&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Baklava/Detail.aspx"&gt;Baklava&lt;/a&gt;. I did try to make pita's but they turned out awful so that ended up store bought, next time I'll make them a day ahead when I can pay more attention to them. And it was mmmm mmmm good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made French Bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made White Bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8904365217538249882?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8904365217538249882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8904365217538249882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8904365217538249882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8904365217538249882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-yeah-yeah-i-know.html' title='yeah yeah yeah I know'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6305787151391951414</id><published>2008-01-22T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:59:33.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that is just sad.</title><content type='html'>They found Heath Ledger dead today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse is you know that everyone and their non related cousin is going to try and cash in on him. And Good or Bad the new Batman movie will most likely have record ticket sales, just so people can see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6305787151391951414?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6305787151391951414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6305787151391951414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6305787151391951414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6305787151391951414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-that-is-just-sad.html' title='Now that is just sad.'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8418954658893705479</id><published>2008-01-16T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:16:55.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just not feeling it</title><content type='html'>I am out of it this week. All I really want to do is pull the covers over my head and sleep until things are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain to Gabby that Mommy just has a case of the Blahs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: But what are the blahs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ummm... It's where you just don't feel that great.... you just feel Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: What is Blah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well you kinda feel blue and you don't want to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: You don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; blue. I know, you want to play with my balloon with my and *mimes hitting* hit it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! I don't think I could stand the sound of that balloon right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: Your head hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: I know. You want to play cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I feel Blah, I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which truthfully that conversation kinda made me feel better. I love my kid I swear I do. And today I'm not just saying that so I don't kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in Gabby's world there was a happy ending we ended up going upstairs and playing Candy Land for like the Billionth time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one give me some good news, I've got Matchbox 20 on the View tomorrow morning but after that I don't have much to look forward too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8418954658893705479?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8418954658893705479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8418954658893705479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8418954658893705479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8418954658893705479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-just-not-feeling-it.html' title='I&apos;m just not feeling it'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1798467938893349181</id><published>2008-01-16T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:16:56.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Quickly stolen from Manda</title><content type='html'>Presenting my new band and their debut album;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;List of Statutory Rules of Norther Ireland, 2001&lt;br /&gt;Presents&lt;br /&gt;Grow Out Of It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rules of this game are simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are about to have your own band’s CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter. It’s fun and requires no thought at all. Go to……&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt; - The first article title on the page is the name of your band.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt; - The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt; - The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along on your own blog, because it’s more amusing that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The photo I got was this one &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/-gadgetgirl-/2195480079/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/-gadgetgirl-/2195480079/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got lucky with my quote it is by Doris Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote class="quotebig"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"The really frightening thing about middle age is that you know you'll grow out of it."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Doris_Day/"&gt;Doris Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;US movie actress &amp;amp; singer  (1924 -  )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/blockquote&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/10705169-1798467938893349181?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1798467938893349181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1798467938893349181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1798467938893349181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1798467938893349181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-quickly-stolen-from-manda.html' title='As Quickly stolen from Manda'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6273641025780382068</id><published>2008-01-15T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:34:29.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There we go...</title><content type='html'>This should be easier on the eyes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we last spoke I've had some crazy dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one, let me just say this is kinda weird, for some of  the dream myself and the other people were people and for some of it we were My Little Ponies. Don't ask I don't' know.  So I think I'm at a bar or something and I run into Johnny Depp (la swooon), and we start talking. I'm nonplussed by the fact that he is an actor as a matter of fact it barely comes up. We end up having one of those deep meaningful conversations that are equally shared and blah blah blah heartfelt and the kind of crud we females always seem to be after. So apparently we keep talking and drinking and I wake up with a red &lt;span style=""&gt;Kabbalah&lt;/span&gt; type string on my left hand, apparently we got married at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Me being me or a pony I'm not sure, just didn't believe we were married or that it would stick. So I went about my business and happened to meet Vince Vaughn driving an 18 wheeler and had an affair, or tried to, I think or we just talked I'm a little fuzzy on the details.&lt;br /&gt;And I told Johnny about it for some strange reason. And he scolded me and told me how hurt he was that we had only been married for such a short time and I was already treating him shoddily. And I mentioned that I can't believe we are even married to start with! That he is/was still with his girlfriend when I met him, and what about his children? How I soooo didn't' want to be a home wrecker and that I thought when he woke up this morning and saw what he had done he would be quickly getting out of it. And he's like yeah I've been with her for a long time and I should have done better than this by her but after our conversation last night I knew that I loved you. Blah Blah Blah I swam out of the BS by waking up. That was a strange dream but at the same time, Hey I was married to the hottest man alive, even if we couldn't decide if we were humans or cartoon ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, I had a dream that I went to bed with my hair wet and the color it is now and when I woke up in the morning I was platinum blonde again. And people kept asking me when I colored it and they didn't believe me that it was a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is pretty easy to interpret. I need to be blonde again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Willie's 3rd Birthday and we had a little party for complete with human/dog compatible food. It was super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2195553573/" title="Willie's Party by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2195553573_5ea2fa9d5d.jpg" alt="Willie's Party" height="500" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yesterday Gabby and I made our first 100% from scratch Apple Pie. It wasn't has hard as I thought it would be but it was far more time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2195514487/" title="First from scratch pie by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/2195514487_3953bdc767.jpg" alt="First from scratch pie" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that's it for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been up to?&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/10705169-6273641025780382068?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6273641025780382068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6273641025780382068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6273641025780382068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6273641025780382068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-we-go.html' title='There we go...'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2195553573_5ea2fa9d5d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4367690071387000910</id><published>2008-01-12T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:52:18.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Color</title><content type='html'>Will you let me know if there are any issues with this lay out, you know like you can't read it or something, pretty please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4367690071387000910?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4367690071387000910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4367690071387000910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4367690071387000910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4367690071387000910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-color.html' title='New Color'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-419356687431454690</id><published>2008-01-10T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T09:54:27.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn* Oh Hi, bet you didn't expect to see me here</title><content type='html'>Today is Delurker Day. So join in the fun, delurk for today and leave me a comment. Me love you long time if you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2182540263/" title="DelurkerDay_200px by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2182540263_ba307e8cb7_o.jpg" alt="DelurkerDay_200px" height="196" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lets talk about Movies shall we? I just want to discuss two of them with you, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had to choose between two movies, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0424136/"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117951/"&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/a&gt;. Since Trainspotting started a little earlier I tried that first. Needless to say once I realized that I couldn't understand a damned thing they were saying I abandoned ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Candy was a very hard movie to watch. There were a great many times I wanted to change the channel but just couldn't bring myself to do it. The movie is about a 14 year old girl who meets a man online that she suspects is a pedophile and wants to teach him a lesson/punish him. But there is a bit more to the movie than that suggests. And there are elements that I don't want to give away because they would ruin the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly the girl is nuts. Pure and simple. And at times I truly started to feel bad for the pedophile. Isn't that just crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I am not the most eloquent person, so just see this movie. It is a hard movie that deals with a hard subject and revolves around 2 characters for the majority of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second I wish to briefly tell you that you HAVE HAVE HAVE to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0408236/"&gt;Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously. I had hoped it was good, but it was better than what I had hoped. My big draw to this movie was Johnny Depp, and *GASP* the fact that it was a Musical, and Mr. Hotness himself was singing. (Unlike his last musical &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099329/"&gt;Cry Baby&lt;/a&gt; where it was all lip synched.)   I went into this movie knowing nothing about Sweeney Todd except that it was a Broadway show and Mr. Todd was a murderer. All I can say is thank goodness Tim Burton went with a cartoonish blood color otherwise it would have been entirely too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, does anyone know of any other Musicals that might be coming out soon? I can't seem to get enough.&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/10705169-419356687431454690?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/419356687431454690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=419356687431454690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/419356687431454690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/419356687431454690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/yawn-oh-hi-bet-you-didnt-expect-to-see.html' title='*yawn* Oh Hi, bet you didn&apos;t expect to see me here'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6984654286581367004</id><published>2008-01-05T08:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:54:41.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Gabby Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/1812841561/" title="Ham by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/1812841561_bf5680414d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Ham" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6984654286581367004?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6984654286581367004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6984654286581367004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6984654286581367004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6984654286581367004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/1812841561_bf5680414d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6925844363736040511</id><published>2008-01-04T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:26:00.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So today is the last day.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow she will be 5. And this coming fall she will be going to big kid school. I'm just popping in momentarily to share a pictorial year in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2166354097/" title="Gabby Age 4 A year in review by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2166354097_2f658633da.jpg" alt="Gabby Age 4 A year in review" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's hard to think that my baby is this big.&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/10705169-6925844363736040511?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6925844363736040511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6925844363736040511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6925844363736040511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6925844363736040511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-today-is-last-day.html' title='So today is the last day.'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2166354097_2f658633da_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-7614423491824937709</id><published>2008-01-01T10:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:44:38.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And A Happy New Year To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2154260003/" title="newyear by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2154260003_27562c572f.jpg" width="500" height="499" alt="newyear" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-7614423491824937709?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7614423491824937709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7614423491824937709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7614423491824937709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7614423491824937709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-happy-new-year-to-you.html' title='And A Happy New Year To You!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2154260003_27562c572f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8982466412111847100</id><published>2007-12-29T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:15:25.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a ROLL!</title><content type='html'>Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2147246998/" title="Birthday Dress by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2144/2147246998_b0e6c9f1f4.jpg" width="500" height="327" alt="Birthday Dress" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made this in a day! It was supposed to be a surprise for her birthday but Gabby caught me making it.&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/10705169-8982466412111847100?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8982466412111847100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8982466412111847100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8982466412111847100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8982466412111847100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-on-roll.html' title='I&apos;m on a ROLL!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2144/2147246998_b0e6c9f1f4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-1324995197809142284</id><published>2007-12-28T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:04:30.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected signs my child is growing</title><content type='html'>I'm not talking about the obvious, like how half the time when I carry her I end up tripping over her long legs (they come to my knee's, MY KNEE'S when she is on my hip!) No I am talking about the random that makes me look at my child like I've never seen her before. I had one of those this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were negotiating breakfast as usual;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Eggs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gabby: Uhhh Sure. I like eggs today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Scrambled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gabby: Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: With Cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gabby: Ooooh I like cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Potatoes? Ham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gabby: *looks at me like I'm a freak* Ewww Nuh-oh (yes she said no like it had two syllables, and she was well into the horrid teen stage.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: You know what I'm going to make you special eggs. *otherwise known as an omelet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gabby: You know how many eggs I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: This is not up for debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gabby: Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gabby: Come on give me options! 2 4 5 10, I choose 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: *giving Gabby a strange look and laughing* This is still not up for debate. It will be a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child did not say give me some choices. No, she said give me options. Options! Where did she pick that up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how is it my baby still calls pancakes pan-a-cakes but can correctly use the word option?&lt;br /&gt;(I secretly believe that the pan-a-cake thing is 100% for me and me alone. She was calling them pancakes for a bit but I mentioned that I missed the pan-a-cake thing and lo an behold it was back. I love my child.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-1324995197809142284?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1324995197809142284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=1324995197809142284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1324995197809142284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/1324995197809142284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/unexpected-signs-my-child-is-growing.html' title='Unexpected signs my child is growing'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-7955474531894705785</id><published>2007-12-26T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:08:48.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok NOW I can tell you what I have been up to</title><content type='html'>In under a month I managed to complete 13, yes 13 sewing projects. And it has been killing me that I couldn't share for fear that the people they were going to may see them too early, and thus ruin the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2138629258/" title="13 made in under a month by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2138629258_e0b4c7b17e.jpg" alt="13 made in under a month" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been a very busy girl! In order they are Mom's, Kathy's, Grandma's, Debbie's, Matt's, Gabby's, Alex's, Jessica's, Elsie's, Mari's, Angel's (I apparently didn't take a full shot of the finished stocking), Fonzie's and Marco's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew* Now I know it cut most of the stockings when I made these so you can go &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/gp/33268236@N00/EEHX8A"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and see the complete stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for right now, I'll have other pictures up later. *HUGS* And a HUGE thank you from All of us!&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/10705169-7955474531894705785?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7955474531894705785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=7955474531894705785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7955474531894705785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/7955474531894705785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok-now-i-can-tell-you-what-i-have-been.html' title='Ok NOW I can tell you what I have been up to'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2138629258_e0b4c7b17e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-6294554034762062547</id><published>2007-12-25T09:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:39:55.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2134539524/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2134539524/" title="Gabby Christmas by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2381/2134539524_3fee3aab02.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Gabby Christmas" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope your Christmas is full off Oooooooh's and Ahhhhhhh's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-6294554034762062547?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6294554034762062547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=6294554034762062547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6294554034762062547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/6294554034762062547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2381/2134539524_3fee3aab02_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4664376727067356137</id><published>2007-12-12T16:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:54:33.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm makeup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.maxfactor.com/user/get/news_offers/vividimpactsweeps.do?cbn=119058"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.maxfactor.com/images/vividimpactsweeps/badge_vividImpact.jpg" width="435" border="0" height="165" alt=" You could win a $2,000 Vivid Impact Ensemble Presented by MAX Factor " title="You could win a $2,000 Vivid Impact Ensemble Presented by MAX Factor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4664376727067356137?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4664376727067356137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4664376727067356137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4664376727067356137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4664376727067356137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/mmmmm-makeup.html' title='mmmmm makeup'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8297903042329699325</id><published>2007-12-11T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:47:23.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Santa!</title><content type='html'>A picture post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2103810178/" title="Santa 2007 by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/2103810178_3440a0fe9e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Santa 2007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also in case you were wondering, Autumn comes to Texas in December. These were taken outside the Breakfast with Santa location. Yet further proof that if Texas is not Hell it's awfully close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oneperfectsomething/2103029015/" title="December Fall by ♥One Perfect Something♥, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2211/2103029015_9accb66978.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="December Fall" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8297903042329699325?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8297903042329699325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8297903042329699325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8297903042329699325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8297903042329699325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/breakfast-with-santa.html' title='Breakfast with Santa!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/2103810178_3440a0fe9e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-8701713234669774315</id><published>2007-12-07T07:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:11:37.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 am</title><content type='html'>Wish me luck. I have a job interview at 8 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-8701713234669774315?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8701713234669774315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=8701713234669774315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8701713234669774315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/8701713234669774315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-am.html' title='8 am'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-4676549187625418564</id><published>2007-12-01T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:34:36.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>You know what? I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, bored, bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-4676549187625418564?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4676549187625418564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=4676549187625418564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4676549187625418564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/4676549187625418564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/12/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5221620369732670364</id><published>2007-11-30T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:18:27.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I just kill myself!</title><content type='html'>Get it Santa-mental! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have nothing to talk about. At least nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Gabby's last day of daycare until I can find a job. For reasons that can be gotten into later I've decided not to try and enroll her in School School yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina and Manda were both here to visit, although I don't think we saw enough of Manda at all. So Manda Bear you need to come back. Dina will be here again in March (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eeeeek&lt;/span&gt;!) hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Manda the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; Mini.... has created a monster in my child. "Can I listen to it? I want to hear Matchbox 20/Maroon 5/Across the Universe. This is awesome. No you can't have it back." I think for her birthday I'm going to try to get her her own MP3 player of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going fine for my first week. Not much to share or discuss yet. I'm going to go "investigate" what kind of jobs I can get with the different degree's they offer and see if I want to switch my plan. Thankfully I have until April to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is about it for now. Sorry I've been a slacking but you know my days are just not that exciting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5221620369732670364?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5221620369732670364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5221620369732670364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5221620369732670364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5221620369732670364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-i-just-kill-myself.html' title='Oh I just kill myself!'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-3026367257693156572</id><published>2007-11-22T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:07:02.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-3026367257693156572?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3026367257693156572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=3026367257693156572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3026367257693156572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/3026367257693156572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705169.post-5907153592583004520</id><published>2007-11-15T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:06:44.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dances*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dina will be here tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dina will be here tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dina will be here tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dina will be here tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Dina will be here tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Dina will be here tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Manda will be here Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Manda will be here Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Manda will be here Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Manda will be here Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Manda will be here Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Manda will be here Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10705169-5907153592583004520?l=oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5907153592583004520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10705169&amp;postID=5907153592583004520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5907153592583004520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10705169/posts/default/5907153592583004520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperfectsomething.blogspot.com/2007/11/dances.html' title='*Dances*'/><author><name>Tc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866489235528245570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0yRY_YTVMg/SvRLZWUU2kI/AAAAAAAAABw/3oSPw7WKTEA/S220/100_9148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
