<?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-4203723986281395022</id><updated>2011-12-25T02:08:00.367-06:00</updated><category term='movies'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='garden'/><category term='daring bakers'/><category term='military'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='being five'/><category term='Boston Legal'/><category term='Son2'/><category term='favorite things'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Lucas James'/><category term='family'/><category term='ick'/><category term='Jim'/><category term='canada'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='work'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='weather'/><category term='meme'/><category term='budget'/><category term='stress'/><category term='random'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='Erin'/><category term='dog'/><category term='book'/><category term='veteran&apos;s day'/><category term='skunk'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='amber'/><category term='cold'/><category term='respect'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='diet coke'/><category term='Kona'/><category term='Love'/><category term='avoiding work'/><category term='sick'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='money'/><category term='stupid news'/><category term='sake'/><title type='text'>carolyn's lost sanity</title><subtitle type='html'>I'd call them ramblings of a mad woman but I'm not always mad, sometimes I'm furious.  Other times I'm just a little off.  Sometimes I even have something to say.  But in general, it's really just an attempt to find my sanity again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eXeIxtI--uc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2418189247395628544</id><published>2011-06-02T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:26:31.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is not so Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Erin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want her back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Erin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want her back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am tired of doing this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 years is impossible to fathom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This isn't the way it was supposed to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Erin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Erin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want her back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;A more thoughtful post tomorrow maybe.  But this is 100% where my brain is tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2418189247395628544?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2418189247395628544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2418189247395628544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2418189247395628544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2418189247395628544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomorrow-is-not-so-random.html' title='Tomorrow is not so Random'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2259106265525345772</id><published>2011-05-27T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:37:22.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn to play the ukulele.  This is solely so I can play "Love Shack".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent most of Wednesday sitting at my desk crying off and on.  I wonder if days like that will ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Babe is going to be gone all next week.  Is she really old enough to be staying with someone else for an entire week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no idea what I am going to do with myself for a whole week with no Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While not always G or PG rated &lt;a href="http://www.bloggingdangerously.com/2011/05/is-that-a-cupcake-in-your-pocket.html"&gt;this blog makes me LAUGH&lt;/a&gt;!!  It did however about give my husband a coronary when I left it on on his computer and he came home to the sex words on his screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fritz the Cat is in the animation category on Netflix.  I about died when the Babe turned it on.  Yes, my 4 year old can run Netflix on the TV.  That said, did you know there are no parental controls on Netflix?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister and her family just came back from a cruise.  I am WAY jealous.  I need a cruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a powerball ticket for Wednesday's drawing.  I haven't checked it yet.  I should probably do that.  Maybe I can afford a cruise!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been looking at a lot of pictures of fireflies this week.  Did you know there aren't many drawings of fireflies other than ones that are just lights?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to go drive to Des Moines.  I hate driving to Des Moines.  But I figured out that I have made the Omaha - Cedar Rapids or Omaha - Des Moines trip nearly 80 times in the last 9 years.  That's pretty nuts.  Does explain why I hate driving that way though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;OK Kids.  We are off to the zoo week.  Emotional week.  The one where I often crack.  Let's see how much Ativan it takes to get through it this year.  Anybody want to start the bidding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2259106265525345772?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2259106265525345772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2259106265525345772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2259106265525345772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2259106265525345772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-random-things-for-friday_27.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1606445977539550221</id><published>2011-05-25T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:50:07.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Runaways -- Someone Safe To Talk To</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I am going to take heat for this one but I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids run away.  Every day.  Most of the  families I have talked to over the years had kids that were missing  because they ran away.  Kids have problems.  Sometimes HUGE ones.  Sometimes little ones.  What may seem insignificant  or minor to us as adults may be seen by a teenager as life ending or  insurmountable.  Their parents "don't understand".  And honestly? we  often don't.  Not from a 15 year old perspective.  As hard as we try, we  don't really remember all of the disaster that we and/or other  teenagers felt when we were teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please  make sure that your teenagers have someone safe to talk to.  Someone that you trust and that they trust.  Someone that you both agree is someone they can go to no matter what.  As much as we want to always be that person in their life, we won't always be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be something that you can't tell your mom or dad.  Think about it.  You had them too.  You probably still do.  Things you still feel like you can't tell anyone.  Your kids, they feel that way more often than we would like them to.  So that person that you and your kid both trust?  Your child needs to know that there is a "safe" adult in their life.  And you need to be OK with the fact that they will tell them things that they don't want you to know about.  Not now.  And maybe not ever.  And you need to be OK with that.  It is REALLY hard but it is essential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly and undeniably believe that Erin did NOT run away.  I've know that with my heart since day 1.  But I used to wish that that was the reason she was gone.  It seemed so much better than the alternative.  At least if she had run away this whole thing would have been her decision.  That she could pick up the phone and call and say "come get me." or "I'm OK."  I'd give anything for that phone call even today.  I'd love to be proven wrong.  But most missing kids are runaways.  The statistics are undeniable.  Please don't let one of them be yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1606445977539550221?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1606445977539550221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1606445977539550221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1606445977539550221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1606445977539550221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/05/teenage-runaways-someone-safe-to-talk.html' title='Teenage Runaways -- Someone Safe To Talk To'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8987100779448385495</id><published>2011-05-25T10:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:59:32.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Missing Children's Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I can't seem to figure out the condensed into a "however many characters fit in my status" message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Please take the opportunities today to hug the children in your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a few minutes to talk to them about safety.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Make sure you know what your kids are doing on the internet.  Help them know what is safe and what is NOT.  Learn for yourself what is safe and what is NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Say a prayer for those who can’t do the same today -- those who have missing children.  Those who have children that have been abducted and murdered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a look at the pictures of the missing kids in your area on &lt;a href="http://missingkids.com/"&gt;Missing Kids.com&lt;/a&gt; -- Kids come HOME because of people that see their picture and recognize them and get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a "mugshot" kind of picture of your child.  Do you know how long it took me to find a good full front picture of Erin?  We hadn't bought school pictures that year.  We didn't have the money.  The one we ended up using for all of the posters was a picture the school took for her school ID.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/05/teenage-runaways-someone-safe-to-talk.html"&gt;read this about runaways&lt;/a&gt; and one BIG thing you can do to help prevent it with your own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hug the kids in your life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But most of all..... Please pray, send positive energy, send angels (whatever it is that you do or believe) for  all of the kids that are still missing.  The ones that are with people that are supposed to love them and keep them safe but that are keeping them from the parents or guardians that they are legally supposed to be with.  The kids that are out there  and are being held against their will.  The ones that think will never be able to go home.  The ones that are stuck in a human trafficking situation.   The ones that are being abused.  The teenagers that thought that running away was their only option and now they don't know what to do.  Please pray for the kids that just want to GO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how do I summarize the above into a status update?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8987100779448385495?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8987100779448385495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8987100779448385495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8987100779448385495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8987100779448385495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/05/national-missing-childrens-day-2011.html' title='National Missing Children&apos;s Day 2011'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5071401353854825323</id><published>2011-05-20T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:37:09.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>we won't talk about how long it has been.  OK?  OK.  thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow the Babe graduates from preschool.  This is going by too fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been craving lemon bars.  But I'm the only one in my house that likes them so I haven't made them.  It wouldn't be good.  But man, do I want &lt;a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2011/02/whole-lemon-bars-recipe/"&gt;these lemon bars.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Golf.  I was guilted into taking up golf again.  Went to the driving range for the first time in something like 9 years.  I still suck but I had fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a new pair of shoes today at the Goodwill.  But then I started thinking about the fact that someone else had their feet in these shoes.  And now I'm not so sure.  But they are Josef Seibel shoes.  So I need to get over the temporary icks and just wear them.  They are cute for heaven's sake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've eaten WAY too many clementines in the last month.  the Babe loves that she can peel them by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Babe wants a fairy party for her birthday in July.  I'm now obsessed with looking up fairy stuff on Etsy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calvin and Hobbes:  Hobbes originally had pads on his hands and feet but Bill Waterson (the creator) found them too distracting and removed them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got up too early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking out tomato plants will be the highlight of my day today.  Yeah me!  No really.  I am excited about it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to walk around tomorrow singing "It's the End of the World As We Know It."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There it is.  A random 10.  YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5071401353854825323?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5071401353854825323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5071401353854825323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5071401353854825323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5071401353854825323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-random-things-for-friday.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1793646385421356402</id><published>2011-05-17T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:16:11.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muppets: Ode To Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VnT7pT6zCcA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1793646385421356402?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VnT7pT6zCcA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8621955680274052857</id><published>2011-05-17T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:14:33.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muppets: Bohemian Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tgbNymZ7vqY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8621955680274052857?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tgbNymZ7vqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1361517210323330442</id><published>2011-05-17T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:27:05.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peek Inside My Brain -- DNA</title><content type='html'>So today they found 2 bags of bones inside a warehouse in Dows, Iowa.  I read it online on &lt;a href="http://www.ketv.com/news/27930656/detail.html"&gt;KETV.com&lt;/a&gt;.  My head immediately goes to the idea that it could be Erin in those bags.  I mean, really?  What are the chances of that being true?  Slim to less than none.  But that is where my brain goes.  To Erin.  to the possibility that she is somewhere.  even in Dows, Iowa.  You know this is going to bother me until they identify the remains.  Better hope that happens soon.  DNA match if it is just bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Erin disappeared, no one told us we should keep her toothbrush or her hairbrush.  She was just a teenage run away you know.  We wouldn't need to identify remains a decade later or anything like that.  So we didn't save anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, about a month ago, the county sheriff came and took a DNA sample from Jim (Erin's dad) and Amber (Erin's sister).   The can use that DNA to reconstruct a DNA match in the database.  The DNA database is in Ft Worth, Texas.  They are working on matching DNA in missing persons' cases to known DNA samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holding out hope for a match.  Because that would mean I no longer have any "hope" that Erin will be home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not ready for that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1361517210323330442?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1361517210323330442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1361517210323330442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1361517210323330442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1361517210323330442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/05/peek-inside-my-brain-dna.html' title='A Peek Inside My Brain -- DNA'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1396687159302061311</id><published>2011-05-09T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:06:49.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me?</title><content type='html'>Hello.  It is me.  The one that you thought had abandoned you.  I didn't.  I was just on a hiatus.  Can't remember exactly why now.  I'd still be there except I have something I need to b**ch about for a minute.  And that is what the blog you are reading was started for.  A way to bi**h/whine/moan/complain/rant/yell/vent or otherwise deflate my overwhelming sense of whatever the h3ll this is.  That said:  Top 10 things I "want to post on Facebook but people would not understand it out of context and would elicit a string of comments that I really don't want to deal with right now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get over yourself.  I don't care.  Neither does anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cryptic?  Yes, you are.  But that's OK with me.  Just don't get pissed when people start asking you invasive questions afterwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you post a link to it with no comment to the contrary, people are going to assume that you agree with it.  If you don't?  You should probably re-think the general idea of your link/post/tag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quit taking pictures of yourself in the mirror.  No one looks good that way.  Especially when we can still see the camera IN THE PHOTO!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No.  I didn't get a nap today.  What is your point?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't care what animal pooped in the garden in your Country Farm Town Life today.  Can you please shut off those postings?  Yeah.  Thanks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't play Country Farm Town Life.  You can send me ALL of the requests you want.  I still won't play.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't see your post/invite/cause request.  It isn't personal.  It was just buried in my "Country Farm Town Life" requests.  It will only hold 99 of them you know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No.  I wasn't on here all day.  My computer just thought I was because I forgot to close the tab.  That said... how would you think that I was on her all day if you hadn't been on here all day to SEE that I was ON HERE all day?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't want to talk to you before we graduated High School.  Why would I want to talk to you now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Facebook sucks by the way.  The fact that I am on it daily does not take away from that.  I just now feel obligated to get sucked on more inch into the virtual world.  I'll let you know when my last toe is replaced by nano-prob-y things.  I'll beep at you in morse code at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...- - - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-. .- .-. --- .-.. -.-- -.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1396687159302061311?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1396687159302061311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1396687159302061311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1396687159302061311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1396687159302061311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8450269943817425725</id><published>2011-03-28T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:23:46.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atomic Tom - Don't You Want Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0RULH8dxZZ0?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many of these I can find on Netflix.  Which, by the way, I am addicted to.  That and Hulu.  Which explains the lack of blogging.  Ok.  Not really.  Nothing really explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to bed now.  Before I use the excuse that "it is past midnight" to say something stupid.  Aww.  Who am I kidding.  I need no excuse to say something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love dears.  Peace and Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8450269943817425725?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8450269943817425725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8450269943817425725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8450269943817425725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8450269943817425725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/03/atomic-tom-dont-you-want-me.html' title='Atomic Tom - Don&apos;t You Want Me'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0RULH8dxZZ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7369826406720912369</id><published>2011-03-14T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:54:53.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Baby Ripping Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cXXm696UbKY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a good laugh.  This worked.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7369826406720912369?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7369826406720912369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7369826406720912369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7369826406720912369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7369826406720912369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/03/laughing-baby-ripping-paper.html' title='Laughing Baby Ripping Paper'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cXXm696UbKY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-9131321085136921549</id><published>2011-03-11T19:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:27:54.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>Has it really been since December since I posted a Friday post?  I am so sorry.  I am a bad and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconsistent&lt;/span&gt; blogger.  Here we go with the first random 10 of 2011.  Wow.  That is pitiful.  This edition by the way is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sponsored&lt;/span&gt; by margaritas at the Pusher's house.  So you can't hold it against me later.  Or I suppose you could but really, what would be the point.  I mean, really?  What would either of us gain?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.  On with the 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margaritas (in the Pusher's world) are enhanced with a splash of beer.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it is "liquor before beer, you're in the clear.  Beer before Liquor never sicker quicker." what happens if you drink liquor and beer at the same time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Equis&lt;/span&gt; and Jose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuervo&lt;/span&gt; only sound like a good idea with Mexican food.  If the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food is from the Target take out deli section it really makes no difference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has taken me a 1/2 hour to get this far because I have no attention span.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purses right now are ugly.  seriously ugly.  buckles and ruffles and flowers oh my.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There really is no reason to have cable anymore.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hulu&lt;/span&gt; are really all you need to waste a few good hours a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga is supposedly good for hangovers.  Pusher will test this theory in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shanghai is the largest city in the world.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; told us so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that men can get completely engrossed in a TV show and tell you all of the details of the hour long show but can't remember 10 seconds worth of a 5 minute long serious conversation?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you spill Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt; Aid on the Pusher's kitchen table she just laughs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I ever tell you about the time I dyed my hair with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aid powder?  huh.  I should probably come back to that later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Weekend!  We are going to the Matinee tomorrow.  Leftover from the night before movie popcorn.  yum.  whatever.  You KNOW you are jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-9131321085136921549?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/9131321085136921549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=9131321085136921549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/9131321085136921549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/9131321085136921549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-random-things-for-friday.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2879035003697788170</id><published>2011-02-27T23:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:06:52.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Been Doing on the Internet</title><content type='html'>The last few hours have been wasted on the internet.  I really should have stuck to reading a book.  When was the last time I read a book anyway?  And what was it?  Other than the kids' books.  or Winnie the Pooh novels that I've been reading to said kids.  huh.  And does reading on a Nook or Kindle take away from the feeling you get when you are reading an actual turn the page kind of book?  Do you see how I got sucked into this thought?  Well, that's exactly how I've gotten sucked into the internet for the last 3 hours and accomplished absolutely zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craigslist.  I need a set of bunk beds.  I found the "I think will be a good choice ones." I messaged the seller yesterday and asked to come and look at them.  He messaged back.  I messaged him my cell phone number.  But he must not have thought I was serious.  Because he never called me.  And he &lt;a href="http://omaha.craigslist.org/fuo/2237974850.html"&gt;re-posted the beds today&lt;/a&gt;.  hmmph.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pennypinchinmom.com/regional-grocery-store-links/"&gt;Penny Pinchin Mom &lt;/a&gt;and other coupon and grocery ad sites/blogs.  You see, I spent $122 at the grocery store tonight and I came home with way less bags than a person should come home with when they just spent $122 at the grocery store.  and I found this one lady who was bragging about buying $78 of grocery and supplies at CVS for $17.  And now I am stuck on finding better ways to spend my next $122.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The IRS website.  It seems to be down.  And I need information off of it to finish a return for someone.  This bites by the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;facebook.  I've refreshed it about 100 times.  I think I may have a problem.  nah.  I refuse to get a twitter account by the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expedia.com -- I am once again planning a vacation I do not have the money to take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ConsumerReports and Good Housekeeping websites.  I need to buy a new vacuum.  And I don't want to waste money on another crappy and doesn't suck sweeper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I got sucked (punny huh?) into Amazon.com because they reportedly have the best price on the vacuum Consumer Reports says I should get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazon.com again.  Looking for a book to read next time so I don't get sucked into the internet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Verizon's cellphone website.  I need a new phone.  But I can't bring myself to buy a data plan.  So my choices are limited.  And I apparently think that if I keep looking on the site some cool new "feature phone" will magically appear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cnet.com -- so they can tell me what kind of cell phone to get if I can bring myself to get a data plan phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;See how I got lost for 3 (now 4) hours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2879035003697788170?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2879035003697788170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2879035003697788170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2879035003697788170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2879035003697788170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-ive-been-doing-on-internet.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Been Doing on the Internet'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7148975226410603514</id><published>2011-02-24T23:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:14:28.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>31 days and no blog.  Here's My Kiss and Make Up</title><content type='html'>I'm awful.  I know.  Good thing this isn't a paying gig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me laugh pretty darn hard tonight.  It's late.  Keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Virgin, the brand, like the one that has an airline and cell phone?  Well they have a wine club.  &lt;a href="www.virginwines.com"&gt;Virgin Wine Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="www.virginwines.com"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; It could be the fact that it is late, but the whole idea that Virgin has a wine club just made me laugh.  And my husband is looking at me funny so it might not be as funny as I first thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://v.vevo.com/dKx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off&lt;/a&gt;.  Yes I know.  I'm a little behind in the country music world.  I'd never heard it before today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggingdangerously.com/2011/02/g-spot-pornos-and-pretzels.html"&gt;G-Spot: Pornos and Pretzels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98I_-wkBTJ4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Fan Falls for the Hoff&lt;/a&gt;  I just watched like 12 of these videos.  My side hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parenting.com/blogs/show-and-tell/lauren-parentingcom/5-year-old-girl-career-marriage?cid=fb"&gt;This 5 year old&lt;/a&gt; that is bound and determined to have a career before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXVvvRBBUn8&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=21"&gt;Furry Happy Monsters&lt;/a&gt; on Sesame Street.  REM on Sesame Street?  How did I miss this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as long as I am on Sesame Street -- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDaszN9ByxM&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=41"&gt;Neil Patrick Harris &lt;/a&gt;will always have a piece of my heart.  Please note that he is dressed as a fairy. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUZuV0xce3A"&gt;with Richard Simmons. &lt;/a&gt; As the props.  I've laughed at this numerous times before so we had to dig it up tonight. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="$#*! My Dad Says - Lullaby of Root Beer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5JefWh4Mb0"&gt;$#*! My Dad Says - Lullaby of Root Beer&lt;/a&gt;  Love this show.  I really want an English Bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd find a number 10.  But nine seems good for today.  We'll tackle 10 tomorrow. &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/4203723986281395022-7148975226410603514?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7148975226410603514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7148975226410603514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7148975226410603514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7148975226410603514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/02/31-days-and-no-blog-heres-my-kiss-and.html' title='31 days and no blog.  Here&apos;s My Kiss and Make Up'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1160209282951475356</id><published>2011-01-23T20:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:32:27.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take an Almost 3 Yr Old Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Lucas.  He's my oldest grandson (in case you haven't been following along.  He'll be 3 at the end of January.  We took him bowling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balls were as big as his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoqz7qQJI/AAAAAAAABXI/wfR6V9JKGeM/s1600/IMG_3868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoqz7qQJI/AAAAAAAABXI/wfR6V9JKGeM/s400/IMG_3868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;He was none too excited about waiting his turn.  The other goofball is my niece Ella.  Isn't she cute?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoq-Opv_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/q4kJLNfOzvY/s1600/IMG_3870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoq-Opv_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/q4kJLNfOzvY/s400/IMG_3870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;"Please?  Can I have my turn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzorDiZCTI/AAAAAAAABXY/xYXY3JcXDR4/s1600/IMG_3871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzorDiZCTI/AAAAAAAABXY/xYXY3JcXDR4/s400/IMG_3871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And he "DID IT!!"  First ball.  First try.  No help at all.  Have you ever tried to help an almost 3 year old bowl with a ball as big as his head?  Yeah.  Then you understand.  You can't really help much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzorC4A6eI/AAAAAAAABXg/TfRl6bYhgCQ/s1600/IMG_3876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzorC4A6eI/AAAAAAAABXg/TfRl6bYhgCQ/s400/IMG_3876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1160209282951475356?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1160209282951475356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1160209282951475356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1160209282951475356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1160209282951475356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-almost-3-yr-old-bowling.html' title='Take an Almost 3 Yr Old Bowling'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoqz7qQJI/AAAAAAAABXI/wfR6V9JKGeM/s72-c/IMG_3868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6254150640366579667</id><published>2011-01-23T20:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:28:19.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my niece Gracie.  I love her more than any aunt could love a niece.  Being there the day she was born was an incredible experience.  Emotional.  In HUGE ways.  And now she is six.  And I can hardly believe it.  Because I remember that day like it was last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoSS8H48I/AAAAAAAABWo/-oqKi0T-3P0/s1600/IMG_3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoSS8H48I/AAAAAAAABWo/-oqKi0T-3P0/s400/IMG_3851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;She is a dork though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoSUMIwOI/AAAAAAAABWw/FC_GEqutK7Y/s1600/IMG_3852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoSUMIwOI/AAAAAAAABWw/FC_GEqutK7Y/s400/IMG_3852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And a good big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoSrEjeyI/AAAAAAAABW4/72fNAgfLqwY/s1600/IMG_3859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoSrEjeyI/AAAAAAAABW4/72fNAgfLqwY/s400/IMG_3859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoS_6DaJI/AAAAAAAABXA/-t5jwEM87Ms/s1600/IMG_3860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoS_6DaJI/AAAAAAAABXA/-t5jwEM87Ms/s400/IMG_3860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6254150640366579667?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6254150640366579667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6254150640366579667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6254150640366579667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6254150640366579667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/many-faces.html' title='Many Faces'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzoSS8H48I/AAAAAAAABWo/-oqKi0T-3P0/s72-c/IMG_3851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-4011790141399035539</id><published>2011-01-23T20:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:24:44.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Day Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6NCaPoI/AAAAAAAABWI/N3fgHqn_MfM/s1600/IMG_3839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6NCaPoI/AAAAAAAABWI/N3fgHqn_MfM/s400/IMG_3839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6Sa8LPI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Cq6yytsQ4_Y/s1600/IMG_3842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6Sa8LPI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Cq6yytsQ4_Y/s400/IMG_3842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6RNEhmI/AAAAAAAABWY/xbnwwggQzS0/s1600/IMG_3855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6RNEhmI/AAAAAAAABWY/xbnwwggQzS0/s400/IMG_3855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6ivs1GI/AAAAAAAABWg/d0AsOvxM9bA/s1600/IMG_3863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6ivs1GI/AAAAAAAABWg/d0AsOvxM9bA/s400/IMG_3863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-4011790141399035539?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4011790141399035539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=4011790141399035539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4011790141399035539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4011790141399035539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/snowy-day-pics.html' title='Snowy Day Pics'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzn6NCaPoI/AAAAAAAABWI/N3fgHqn_MfM/s72-c/IMG_3839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8441225162697258968</id><published>2011-01-23T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:24:21.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Grandsons Including The One with the Mohawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the 2 1/2 year old that has a mohawk.  In December.  Right before we were supposed to have pictures taken.  I really should go get the pictures taken though.  Document this winter.  So that when the pregnancy hormones all wear off, BAM's mommy will be able to laugh.  At the fact that she gave the 2 1/2 year old a mohawk.  In December.  Right before the photo opportunities of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznbg21yiI/AAAAAAAABVo/nHgGJLQjKlQ/s1600/IMG_3829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznbg21yiI/AAAAAAAABVo/nHgGJLQjKlQ/s400/IMG_3829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Both Baby and Mommy are sleeping well.  This nap was on the love seat in my living room.  With 10 other people in the house.  Most of them in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznbp7eSpI/AAAAAAAABVw/k_cF5jtLtfA/s1600/IMG_3831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznbp7eSpI/AAAAAAAABVw/k_cF5jtLtfA/s400/IMG_3831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I had the BRILLIANT idea to take a picture of all 3 of my grandsons together.  Took about a dozen.  This one was the best of all of them.  Go ahead.  Laugh.  But you try and take a picture of two grandsons that have better things to do and one of them that can't hold a 2 week old baby without his mother having an anxiety attack next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznbv89PdI/AAAAAAAABV4/PLmUEl_459E/s1600/IMG_3832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznbv89PdI/AAAAAAAABV4/PLmUEl_459E/s400/IMG_3832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;But we did get a good one of the brothers together.  He really does love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzncIrQw6I/AAAAAAAABWA/gUw25FOM6u4/s1600/IMG_3835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzncIrQw6I/AAAAAAAABWA/gUw25FOM6u4/s400/IMG_3835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8441225162697258968?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8441225162697258968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8441225162697258968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8441225162697258968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8441225162697258968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-grandsons-including-one-with.html' title='Three Grandsons Including The One with the Mohawk'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznbg21yiI/AAAAAAAABVo/nHgGJLQjKlQ/s72-c/IMG_3829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-4611656348151710154</id><published>2011-01-23T20:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:14:34.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010 Babe Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anybody could have read the Grinch to her.  But she only wanted Eric.  And Eric, who doesn't particularly like reading out loud, read the book to the Babe.  More animated than I've ever seen him be.  It was an awesome Christmas present for the Babe.  And for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznHnKjl5I/AAAAAAAABVI/YtqqwHmZD9M/s1600/IMG_3809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznHnKjl5I/AAAAAAAABVI/YtqqwHmZD9M/s400/IMG_3809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznHsuVHZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/-tqB7-sCgM8/s1600/IMG_3818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznHsuVHZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/-tqB7-sCgM8/s400/IMG_3818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Who would have thought that shoes would get such a reaction.  But they are somewhere between bedazzled and Twinkle Toes without the light ups.  They are pretty cool.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznH3Z93SI/AAAAAAAABVY/6JBvxf6Q6M0/s1600/IMG_3821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznH3Z93SI/AAAAAAAABVY/6JBvxf6Q6M0/s400/IMG_3821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Candice made these special order.  They match her coat wonderfully.  And don't look too bad with the pajamas either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznIPdBDYI/AAAAAAAABVg/4gHa0XC6UHg/s1600/IMG_3824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznIPdBDYI/AAAAAAAABVg/4gHa0XC6UHg/s400/IMG_3824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Babe has an obsession with lip gloss lately.  Especially the ones from the dollar bin at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-4611656348151710154?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4611656348151710154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=4611656348151710154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4611656348151710154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4611656348151710154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010-babe-style.html' title='Christmas 2010 Babe Style'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTznHnKjl5I/AAAAAAAABVI/YtqqwHmZD9M/s72-c/IMG_3809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3307087449100008073</id><published>2011-01-23T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:08:59.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way with a bell hung around my neck.  They were way more interested in ringing the bells than in singing the song.  But there is actually a story that goes with this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the 2nd of 3 songs.  I don't have pictures of song number one.  It was Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  They had hand gestures for it and everything.  The teacher got them all together on the oval carpet. The teacher in the rocking chair.  Just like they did in practice.  They all stood up and sang the song and did the gestures.  All while facing the teacher.  Leaving all of the parents and friends standing in the back of the room, watching the backs of the preschoolers singing Rudolph and doing cute gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the beginning of song 2, the teacher got the kids to turn around so "parents can take pictures."  She started out singing behind them standing in front of the chair.  They kept trying to turn around and look at her.  So she moved to the side of them.  They just kept watching her.  And as they sang and rang their bells, they watched it.  And turned a little towards her.  And sang, and turned some more.  By the time the song was over, they were all facing the teacher, standing sideways from the parents.  All of the parents laughing to ourselves and each other.  Song number 3, the teacher just gave up and went back to the chair.  I couldn't tell you what the 3rd song was.  The other parents and myself were still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlqa7kudI/AAAAAAAABUo/53m4rv9f5b4/s1600/IMG_3793.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlqa7kudI/AAAAAAAABUo/53m4rv9f5b4/s400/IMG_3793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlqTw12aI/AAAAAAAABUw/Cins-1us_gw/s1600/IMG_3794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlqTw12aI/AAAAAAAABUw/Cins-1us_gw/s400/IMG_3794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlqudkHPI/AAAAAAAABU4/QWIp9AcIpzA/s1600/IMG_3798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlqudkHPI/AAAAAAAABU4/QWIp9AcIpzA/s400/IMG_3798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decorating cookies with sprinkles.  Or more accurately sprinkles with a cookie underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlq6yZsRI/AAAAAAAABVA/FboFdhOh_k8/s1600/IMG_3804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlq6yZsRI/AAAAAAAABVA/FboFdhOh_k8/s400/IMG_3804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The best part of this ornament she made?  The picture in the middle is of her on the first day of preschool. &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/4203723986281395022-3307087449100008073?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3307087449100008073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3307087449100008073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3307087449100008073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3307087449100008073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/preschool-christmas-party.html' title='Preschool Christmas Party'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TTzlqa7kudI/AAAAAAAABUo/53m4rv9f5b4/s72-c/IMG_3793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1466057591683663947</id><published>2011-01-23T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:54:55.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend it is Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Random.  Random.  Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We got 9 inches of snow in about 18 hours.  Stopped this morning.  It was a "light snow".  So shoveling it wasn't too bad.  Took Hubby and I about 90 minutes to get it all off the drive.  We really need to buy a snow blower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Babe has been running around in nothing but her underwear for about 2 hours.  It is 3 degrees out.  I'm in slippers and sweatshirts and she is naked.  Warm blooded maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went to Secretariat at the cheap theater.  As we left the theater, Babe started galloping down the hall and yelling, "Ride me Daddy!"  The people leaving our movie started laughing.  We may or may not have gotten a few of "those" looks from people coming out of another movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aldi had fresh pineapple for 99 cents yesterday.  Babe and I ate so much pineapple yesterday that we gave our tongues acid burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We have mice.  several.  I set 12 traps one night last week.  We caught 5 mice in the first 2 days.  Which reminds me.  I need to go check the traps downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This week at preschool, Show and Tell has to start with the letter 'K'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baby Josh is doing wonderfully.  He did have a 2 day stint in the hospital a couple of weeks ago for a spiking fever of unknown origin.  But he is doing great now.  And GROWING!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a craving for corn on the cob.  and tomatoes that don't taste like water.  This could be why this is the time of year when the seed catalogs start arriving.  Bring on the catalogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BAM's mommy gave him a mohawk.  Gave a 2 year old a mohawk.  In December.  We are going to write it off to pregnancy hormones.  I'll see if I can find a picture to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I turned the oven on a little while ago.  I can't remember why.  I'm sure I was going to make something.  But I got sidetracked and now I don't know what it was.  I really should get off of here and go find something to put in it.  Supper maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1466057591683663947?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1466057591683663947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1466057591683663947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1466057591683663947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1466057591683663947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretend-it-is-friday.html' title='Pretend it is Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-4303971549122662200</id><published>2011-01-23T17:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:18:14.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Nice</title><content type='html'>You know that whole thing about "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."?  I had several times this month where I was going to bring my hiatus from blogging to an end.  I had all kinds of things to say.  Or more accurately, rant about.  I even started to write a couple of them.  But then I had to stop.  It occurred to me, at several points, that this here being a public blog anybody could stumble across it.  And if said anybody was someone that was a real live friend or family or employer, that I might just find myself in a little more than a little hot water.  Or in jail. Or in the custody of the state mental facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can think of nice (and non-end up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; bin) things to say.  So I am making a reappearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did ya miss me?  oh.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alrighty&lt;/span&gt; then.  I'm back anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-4303971549122662200?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4303971549122662200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=4303971549122662200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4303971549122662200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4303971549122662200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-nice.html' title='Something Nice'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-4374259836244493244</id><published>2011-01-02T22:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:30:59.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>because it seems to be what everybody else is doing.....&lt;br /&gt;2010 wrap up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survived it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survive 2011 and make it better than 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-4374259836244493244?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4374259836244493244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=4374259836244493244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4374259836244493244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4374259836244493244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-91361555304963802</id><published>2010-12-20T23:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:17:36.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa La La La La La La La La</title><content type='html'>Was that enough "La's"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been around for anything more than a year, it will come as no surprise that I am always behind in the Christmas spiriting.  It's downright hard most years.  But every year is a little better.  Every year I try to get a little less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grinchy&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html"&gt;Sometimes I do alright&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html"&gt;Others not so much.&lt;/a&gt;  Last year I apparently lived in Blogging Christmas denial because there is not a single Christmasy post in &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html"&gt;December 2009&lt;/a&gt;.  How did that happen?  Check out any post for any late December in any other year past and you'll get an idea of the whole progression.  But I SWEAR I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here we are again.  On December 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  And I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOwhere&lt;/span&gt; near ready for the joyous holiday.  Shopping?  um...no.  not done.  Decorations?  um.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;.  Haven't even bought a tree or a wreath.  Which last year worked just fine as it was the every other year that we are in CR for Christmas.  This year we are hosting. And the tinsel is still in the boxes in the basement.  Not so sure that will fly with the Big kids when they all come over on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the fa la la plans for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - well.  I have to work until 7:30 tomorrow night so probably the best we can hope for is cleaning the living room.  We'll be doing Toys for Tots distribution in the afternoon, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; have to qualify as my holiday attempt for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Go buy a tree? Do you think anybody will have any left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday -- Panic sets in.  Don't have to work.  Will probably go finish the shopping.  probably should balance the checkbook first.  A Santa visit will have to happen too.  Assuming the Babe will behave long enough to go to the mall and return some Lands End stuff to Sears and then go see the Holly Jolly guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - grocery shopping.  Trader Joe's.  Cheap wine for having around while everyone is over.  and I need to change the litter box.  not sure what that has to do with Holidaying but the cat just walked by and I lost my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anybody's&lt;/span&gt; guess.  I'm thinking hot rolls maybe.  And maybe a pie.  I finally found a pie crust that is easy to make and turns out well.  So yes.  probably a pie.  Sweet potato maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody call me tomorrow and check in on the holiday progress.  I'm going to need someone to hold me to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-91361555304963802?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/91361555304963802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=91361555304963802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/91361555304963802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/91361555304963802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='Fa La La La La La La La La'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3422119130998194032</id><published>2010-12-17T17:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:33:19.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Introducing Josh James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka Being a Grandma Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TQvtq2AFumI/AAAAAAAABTw/VslUFnipl_Y/s1600/IMG_3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TQvtq2AFumI/AAAAAAAABTw/VslUFnipl_Y/s400/IMG_3768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TQvtrHJXXBI/AAAAAAAABT4/Je58hd1qe14/s1600/IMG_3778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TQvtrHJXXBI/AAAAAAAABT4/Je58hd1qe14/s400/IMG_3778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TQvtrozLx_I/AAAAAAAABUA/__nMuz2fiHA/s1600/IMG_3782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TQvtrozLx_I/AAAAAAAABUA/__nMuz2fiHA/s400/IMG_3782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born 12/16/10 10:40 PM&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs 5 oz 19.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Baby are doing very well.&lt;br /&gt;And Grandma is grinning from ear to ear.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3422119130998194032?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3422119130998194032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3422119130998194032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3422119130998194032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3422119130998194032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/introducing-josh-james.html' title='Introducing Josh James'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TQvtq2AFumI/AAAAAAAABTw/VslUFnipl_Y/s72-c/IMG_3768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2415183083636109518</id><published>2010-12-14T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:56:21.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For My Real Life to Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_HZjC_7CeW4?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that I will slay the dragons.  Or maybe tomorrow.  There is not much of today left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2415183083636109518?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2415183083636109518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2415183083636109518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2415183083636109518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2415183083636109518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting-for-my-real-life-to-begin.html' title='Waiting For My Real Life to Begin'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_HZjC_7CeW4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7035043995234961813</id><published>2010-12-13T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:04:49.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PITA</title><content type='html'>I think I may have broken my ischium.  Yes.  I did just say it.  I think I broke my butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Yes Mom.  I did just use the word butt on my blog.  Sorry.  It just sounded like it would get the point across better than "I broke my hiney." or "I broke I broke my bum."}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember back in July when I was complaining about falling apart?  And I told you about how &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-may-be-getting-old.html"&gt;being an idiot and wearing Crocs in the rain&lt;/a&gt; maybe wasn't such a good idea?  Well it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 5 months since it happened.  And it still hurts to sit almost every possible way.  And leaning to my left when sitting down is IMPOSSIBLE to do without wanting to cry.  And I can't sit up straight on the just about anything including the big couch because I always seem to find the supporting board that goes through the middle of it.  Did you know the couch had a support board through the center of it?  Well it does.  My ischium can tell you exactly where it is.  And it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I seem to always tell you more than you want to know, I'll tell you that I realized this weekend that the only time that my rear doesn't hurt sitting down is when I am sitting on the toilet.  I even went so far as to sit on the toilet at work on Saturday with my clothes on.  Just so I could take the pressure off of my ischium for a few minutes.  And yes.  I was at work on Saturday.  I know it sucks.  Feel sorry for me.  But only because my tail hurts and not because I was at work on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.  I did just write 291 words about my broken tail.  I'm sure you expected no less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7035043995234961813?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7035043995234961813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7035043995234961813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7035043995234961813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7035043995234961813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/pita.html' title='PITA'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8914312128712587993</id><published>2010-12-11T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:13:45.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bing Crosby - White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aShUFAG_WgM?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bing's most popular Christmas tune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is the last one.  If you go to the VEVO channel on YouTube there is one more.  Silent Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8914312128712587993?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8914312128712587993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8914312128712587993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8914312128712587993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8914312128712587993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/bing-crosby-white-christmas.html' title='Bing Crosby - White Christmas'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aShUFAG_WgM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6407173037876731512</id><published>2010-12-11T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:12:27.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bing Crosby - Away In A Manger</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qfjSwiy8yxA?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason right?  Couldn't pass it up.  I think this was the first Christmas song I ever learned.  At least it is the first that I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6407173037876731512?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6407173037876731512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6407173037876731512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6407173037876731512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6407173037876731512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/bing-crosby-away-in-manger.html' title='Bing Crosby - Away In A Manger'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qfjSwiy8yxA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5841699769850164393</id><published>2010-12-11T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:09:43.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bing Crosby - Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oIP7vRRCUDo?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I know.  Obsessed.  That's why you love me.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5841699769850164393?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5841699769850164393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5841699769850164393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5841699769850164393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5841699769850164393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/bing-crosby-rudolph-red-nosed-reindeer.html' title='Bing Crosby - Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oIP7vRRCUDo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2957397024500963311</id><published>2010-12-11T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:08:35.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Drummer Boy Part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DiXjbI3kRus?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bing apparently has his own VEVO channel.  This video shouldn't go anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I know.  I'm persistent.  Or obsessed.  Hard to tell the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2957397024500963311?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2957397024500963311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2957397024500963311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2957397024500963311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2957397024500963311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-drummer-boy-part-iv.html' title='The Little Drummer Boy Part IV'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DiXjbI3kRus/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7689684323116074059</id><published>2010-12-10T07:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:58:00.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd like to think I am going to make a couple of &lt;a href="http://theredthreadblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/paper-christmas-wreath-tutorial.html"&gt;these for decorations&lt;/a&gt;.  Want to bet when and if I get it done?  Really it seems like a lot of paper cutting.  And I need new scissors.  I do have a TON of scrapbook paper that would work for the project though.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas is 15 days away.  I'm not sure what to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend Sheila taught me the difference between "huh?" and "huh."  I like the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is almost always a song playing in my head.  Does anybody else have that problem?  It can be really annoying when you are trying to focus on something else very intently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like red food coloring.  Or Black.  Not only does it make a huge mess I can taste it in whatever it is in.  For this reason I will probably never eat a Red Velvet Cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not much on ruffles.  The Babe isn't either.  She does love pretty dresses though.  And tutus.  We are REALLY in to tutus right now.  She wants every dress on &lt;a href="http://www.classysassygirls.com/"&gt;Classy Sassy Girls Boutique&lt;/a&gt;.  I do think that the Minnie Mouse one is adorable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are having sushi this afternoon at &lt;a href="http://www.sushiomaha.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  And yes, I am still broke.  This would be because I already paid for it via a &lt;a href="http://livingsocial.com/"&gt;Living Social&lt;/a&gt; deal.  Between them and &lt;a href="www.groupon.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think I've paid full price to eat out in over 6 months.  Except for Beijing Tokyo sushi.  That said, we don't go out to eat much.  Except for sushi/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't seen the top of my desk in a couple of months.  It is driving me crazy if I think about it.  If I don't think about it, I just make another pile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still mourning the loss of the Dyson that I didn't buy the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Pregnant One Update:  Mom is now 36 weeks along.  They stopped the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; yesterday that were keeping the contractions at bay.  C-Section is scheduled for 12/29.  Assuming of course that he doesn't try and come before then.  All on his own.  Which has been an issue for 3 months now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Happy December 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  excuse me.  I need to go buy more cute baby clothes.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7689684323116074059?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7689684323116074059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7689684323116074059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7689684323116074059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7689684323116074059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-random-things-for-friday_10.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7754527272386404916</id><published>2010-12-05T09:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:09:09.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie and Bing Crosby</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3vJp-lSv0S0?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder that this is my FAVORITE Christmas song.  Watch it soon before it gets taken down.  Bing doesn't seem to last long on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa Jack used to have the same sweater that Bing is wearing in this video.  He had it in yellow too.  Bing Crosby's Christmas album was played often in their house.  I see a Bing Crosby download in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update - 12/10/10&lt;br /&gt;SEE.  I told you it wouldn't last long.  You'll have to go to YouTube and see if you can find another upload.  It's worth the search.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7754527272386404916?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7754527272386404916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7754527272386404916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7754527272386404916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7754527272386404916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/david-bowie-and-bing-crosby-little.html' title='David Bowie and Bing Crosby'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3vJp-lSv0S0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2662779710455564263</id><published>2010-12-05T09:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:46:29.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story From the Babe</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a big small castle.  In the castle there was a princess.  The Princess was looking in the mirror.  The Princess was bad.  She wanted to ruin Christmas.  Before she ruined Christmas, the first night she was gone.  She went to the Kingdom of Goblin City to save her baby brother.  And then when she walked away her baby brother was gone.  She said, "the goblins!"  "The baby was taken by the goblins."  There was a frog.  She leaned down and she kissed that little frog.  Then she turned into a frog.  And one night that day they saw the Princess is the Frog.  And they called the police.  The police taked the Princess to jail because she was doing all of the bad things when night came.  Whenever she didn't want to go, they took her back home.  She was doing something.  Then she go-ed to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think our Labyrinth marathon yesterday may have warped the kid's brain.  She said she dreamed of Goblins and talking frogs.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2662779710455564263?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2662779710455564263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2662779710455564263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2662779710455564263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2662779710455564263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-from-babe.html' title='A Story From the Babe'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-4013167979275237294</id><published>2010-12-03T09:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:35:44.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Study: Fast Food Takes Weeks To Spoil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ketv.com/news/26002680/detail.html"&gt;Study: Fast Food Takes Weeks To Spoil - Omaha News Story - KETV Omaha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this has been discussed before in so many different venues, but this really just freaks me out.  Food that doesn't mold?  And we feed it to our kids.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-4013167979275237294?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4013167979275237294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=4013167979275237294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4013167979275237294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4013167979275237294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/study-fast-food-takes-weeks-to-spoil.html' title='Study: Fast Food Takes Weeks To Spoil'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3657772973528787373</id><published>2010-12-03T07:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:29:00.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>Happy December.  How the heck did that happen anyway?  I mean, December?  Already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DO NOT like "The Office".  I think it is one of the dumbest sitcoms.  How did it stay on the air as long as it did?  It's on every night after the news.  I like Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carell&lt;/span&gt; in movies.  But definitely not on this show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We do not have a set of matching flatware.  Our forks and spoons are a haphazard combination of some from here and some from there.  I would like to tell you how this has happened, but I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a favorite spoon.  And a favorite fork.  and a favorite hot beverage mug.  I will bypass a drawer full of clean mismatched silverware and find the favorite one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad gave me a drawer full of matching flatware.  There is even a pickle fork.  I need to switch them all out.  But I haven't yet.  I will however keep the favorite fork and favorite spoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andy Warhol was commissioned in 1986 to paint a portrait of Barbie.  The doll.  An Andy Warhol painting of a doll. &lt;a href="http://www.art.com/products/p14053289-sa-i2843141/andy-warhol-displaying-his-portrait-of-a-barbie-doll.htm"&gt;Here is a picture of him with his picture.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real name of Bakelite is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;polyoxybenzylmethylenglycolanhydride&lt;/span&gt;.  I have nothing in the house that was made with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;polyoxybenzylmethylenglycolanhydride&lt;/span&gt;.  I do however have a thing for this aqua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;polyoxybenzylmethylenglycolanhydride&lt;/span&gt; bracelet.  I don't wear bracelets though so I won't be buying it.  Besides, it's $65.  I don't have $65 for such things.  And who spends $65 on a piece of plastic?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite scent from Bath and Body Works is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Plumeria&lt;/span&gt;.  You can only &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/family/index.jsp?categoryId=2077829"&gt;buy it online&lt;/a&gt;.  You can buy me some for Christmas.  {insert big cheesy grin here}  It's even on sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sally got hit by a skunk again this week.  I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Selsun&lt;/span&gt; Blue in the house so it was OK.  Well as much as you can be OK with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;skunky&lt;/span&gt; dog.  This is REALLY getting old.  I hate skunks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a good sized stash of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Partylite&lt;/span&gt; "Island Oasis" and "Happy Moments" candles last week.  It was like Christmas!  Happy Moments smells like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;plumeria&lt;/span&gt; by the way.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have mice in the basement.  Jack the orange cat, has been hunting them.  And leaving them places for us to find in the morning.  I love that cat.  The mice though, they got into the cardboard boxes in the storage area under the stairs.  I had to clean out said boxes.  Which was a stinky mess.  But I did find the cord to the printer that I haven't been able to find for 3 years.  So that was a plus!  Glad that I didn't get rid of the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Loving you is easy because you're beautiful.  Yes. I did just plant an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;earworm&lt;/span&gt; for you.  You're welcome.  Enjoy the rest of your day.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3657772973528787373?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3657772973528787373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3657772973528787373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3657772973528787373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3657772973528787373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-random-things-for-friday.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1618590079416905161</id><published>2010-11-29T11:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:56:09.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Professor!</title><content type='html'>The Christmas Playlist is up and moving.  Forcing myself into the holiday spirit.  I'll let you know how it goes.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1618590079416905161?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1618590079416905161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1618590079416905161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1618590079416905161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1618590079416905161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/music-professor.html' title='Music Professor!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5677946749618577282</id><published>2010-11-28T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:49:14.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street: Cookie Monster Auditions for Saturday Night Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C-PkQRh3QXA?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely laughing so hard I hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Live'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C-PkQRh3QXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5252374442436926721</id><published>2010-11-28T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:46:16.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Babe Picked the Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uGohKgNOXnU?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Songs'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uGohKgNOXnU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6403124005684896612</id><published>2010-11-26T21:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:41:28.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After The Day They Stuffed Themselves Volume 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so tired I can barely focus and I have no idea why I am still posting.  So if I say anything stupid we'll blame it on the sleep deprivation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I plotted my Black Friday shopping via www.bfads.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to bed last night at 11:00.  I got up this morning at 3:15.  Because I am a fool and the Pusher and I wanted to be at Target at 4:00 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4:00 am is way too freaking early to be anywhere let alone at Target.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pusher and I were walking in the door at Target at 4:06 am.  Seriously? Have I lost my mind?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For 2 weeks I've been completely psyched about the Dyson DC 17 that was on the doorbuster sale at Target at 4:00 am today.  Last night hubby vetoed the purchase of said vacuum.  We have a thing where any purchase over $100 has to be approved by both of us.  I listened.  I didn't buy the vacuum.  I cried every time I walked past it though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got everything on my list at Target this morning.  Except the vacuum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I returned two of the things on my list today at about noon.  Buyer's remorse I think.  I then promptly spent more money on other stuff.  but it was at a different Target so I think that that should count for something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JC Penney, Old Navy, and Children's Place also received good portions of my last paycheck this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought myself a new pair of walking shoes at JC Penney's.  Same as the current pair. These just look newer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a REALLY cute pair of fingerless gloves that convert to mittens at Old Navy.  They are funky colors and something that I normally wouldn't buy but they were cool.  And I've been up since 3:15 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had an incredible cinnamon roll for breakfast at 7:00 am at Wheatfields.  I also had quiche and Pusher had an omelet.  But we were still talking about the cinnamon roll later on today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had a 20 oz of coffee, a 24 oz SugarFree Monster drink, and about a dozen Diet Cokes today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The really cool funky colored Old Navy mittens were coming unknitted at the seam by noon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bedroom is in the basement.  Under the kitchen.  I tried to take a nap at 1:45.  But the phone rang at 2:05 and there were elephants in the kitchen that had a parade from 2:20 to about 2:45 so I finally just gave up got out of bed and had another Diet Coke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to go back to Old Navy and Target tomorrow.  I have 2 things I need to exchange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is 9:27 pm.  I have no idea how I am still seeing let alone typing.  I think I should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6403124005684896612?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6403124005684896612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6403124005684896612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6403124005684896612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6403124005684896612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-after-day-they-stuffed-themselves.html' title='The Day After The Day They Stuffed Themselves Volume 4'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-15765092755814231</id><published>2010-11-24T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:45:00.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulled Spiked Cider</title><content type='html'>The Caramel Apple Orchard Martini&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 oz. Vodka (I used Oval vodka)&lt;br /&gt;1 oz. Butterscotch Schnapps (I used Hiram Walker)&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 oz. Fresh Apple&lt;br /&gt;Cider (I used the fresh stuff from my local orchard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Spiked Cider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 gallon apple cider&lt;br /&gt;8 cinnamon sticks&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon whole allspice&lt;br /&gt;the peel off ¼ of a lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put  all ingredients into a large pot.  Bring almost to a boil, then turn  heat down to low and simmer for 15 minutes.  Strain.  Serve in a mug  with one ounce of rum or whiskey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-15765092755814231?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/15765092755814231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=15765092755814231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/15765092755814231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/15765092755814231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/mulled-spiked-cider.html' title='Mulled Spiked Cider'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3295862820757679948</id><published>2010-11-12T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:27:23.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>So rather than do the usual 10 random things... today we are going to review the top ten reasons why coming to help out the friend that had surgery this week was more than you bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dog with chronic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; that you don't find until you are ready to go to bed. Three nights in a row.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The great homework scandal of November 12, 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silly friends that say silly things when you give them a full dose of codeine medication.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty bags of snack size Doritos that you keep finding in REALLY odd places.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emergency trip to Kohl's because doped up friend decided I needed cute socks.  See number 1 from last week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food poisoning from that really nice place that you went for lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Googling "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pepto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bismol&lt;/span&gt; overdose" as a direct result of #5.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgetting to take someone to dance class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Un-returned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RedBox&lt;/span&gt; movies. Grown Ups was pretty darn funny by the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying up until 11:00 and discussing sociopath vs psychopath with a 15 year old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small child tracking poop (see number 1) across the ENTIRE upstairs carpet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken central vac systems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Columbus invading America.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving employment law explanations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNUDDaEOvuY"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Animaniacs&lt;/span&gt; 50 states 50 capitals song &lt;/a&gt;50 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trips to the emergency room with child. Friend that just had surgery, passing out at the emergency room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unplanned move of adult child from apartment to new mobile home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calls to 4 doctors for 4 different people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this was more than 10. But it has been a long 3 days. Holy cow. It has only been 3 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a sake bomb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3295862820757679948?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3295862820757679948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3295862820757679948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3295862820757679948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3295862820757679948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-random-things-for-friday_12.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3889789134514331743</id><published>2010-11-05T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:16:04.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need new clothes.  badly.  I have 2 pairs of jeans, one pair of slacks, and one skirt that fit well and are decent enough to wear in public.  That and 70% of my socks have holes in them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom's favorite pie is Pecan Pie.  I've tried several times to make it.  I suck at it.  I can make pretty good candied pecans as a result though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This was not the week for solid sleep.  And why is it that whenever any one else is up in my house they feel that they must wake me up to tell me about it?  They can't lay back down quietly, why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is &lt;a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/November/guyfawkesday.htm"&gt;Gunpowder Day&lt;/a&gt;.  I swear there is a holiday for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are carnations on my desk.  I love carnations.  And the fall colored ones are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't buy Halloween clearance candy.  Decided we were all better off if we didn't have it in the house.  And then last night I was at Target.  With the kids. And somehow a bag of mixed Mars stuff ended up in the cart.  No clue how that might have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is way too much Christmas stuff in Target.  I'm not ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;November was called "Blood Month" by the ancient Saxons because that was the month they sacrificed animals to their gods.&lt;span&gt;  Bet you didn't know that now, did ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://www.doityourself.com/stry/novemberfunfacts#ixzz14QNvVqBu"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need another bonfire.  Maybe this weekend.  This time with a little less spiked cider I think.  You busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Pregnant One update: Baby is growing nicely.  GPO is doing well as long as she remembers to stay hydrated.  The Dr. said yesterday that the goal is to keep him in there as long as possible (obviously) but at least 3 more weeks.  The meds are still playing havoc on her systems but she seems to be tolerating them better.  Keep praying for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And there you have it folks.  The 10 Random Things for Friday November 5, 2010.  Happy weekend.  I have no major plans which means the world will fall in at some point.  I'll let you know how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3889789134514331743?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3889789134514331743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3889789134514331743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3889789134514331743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3889789134514331743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-random-things-for-friday.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2548877205178673688</id><published>2010-11-04T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:20:00.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If most bread is square, why are most meats and that round?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are those Styrofoam packing things called peanuts?  whose idea was it to make them that shape?  Don't they look more like cheeto puffs?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What happened to the Emergency Broadcast System?  Is it pathetic that I can still say it word for word?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think there were woodpeckers on the ark?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that you only realize you are out of toilet paper when it is you that is sitting on the pot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why was Donkey Kong named Donkey Kong?  He isn't a donkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they invented the touch tone phone, why didn't they make the number pad the same as on a 10-key calculator?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Let me know if you come up with any answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2548877205178673688?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2548877205178673688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2548877205178673688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2548877205178673688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2548877205178673688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8994588837757565490</id><published>2010-11-02T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:20:55.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Kind of Dreams</title><content type='html'>I had one of those kind of dreams last night.  One of those dreams.  The kind that you wake up from and then can't go to sleep after.  Because you might go to sleep and dream the same dream.  Pick up where the last one left off.  Which would be really bad because the dream really sucked.  Was pretty d#$% awful actually.  It was one of those kind of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is the next night and I don't want to go to sleep.  Because I am afraid that it will start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks big green boogers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8994588837757565490?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8994588837757565490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8994588837757565490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8994588837757565490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8994588837757565490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-those-kind-of-dreams.html' title='One Of Those Kind of Dreams'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7599561942814840963</id><published>2010-11-02T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:30:08.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote.  Otherwise You Have To Shut Up.</title><content type='html'>Public Service Announcement.  At least my own spin on one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you vote yet?  You did?  Good for you.  Isn't it wonderful to live  in a country where we get to vote without fear of persecution and  violence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't?  Go vote.  Go now.  You vote DOES count.   How many votes did Gore lose by in the 2004 election?  537 if I remember right.  If those 537+ people  hadn't gone to vote.  Imagine how different things might be.  It may not be a presidential election.  But it is for many states a gubernatorial election.  It is an election for many senators and congressmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.maps.google.com/vote"&gt;www.maps.google.com/vote&lt;/a&gt; - If you don't know where to go.  No matter  which party you align yourself with, just make sure you make time today to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Public Service Announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7599561942814840963?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7599561942814840963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7599561942814840963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7599561942814840963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7599561942814840963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/11/vote-otherwise-you-have-to-shut-up.html' title='Vote.  Otherwise You Have To Shut Up.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8122359831462280357</id><published>2010-10-31T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:57:05.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Things and 15 days later</title><content type='html'>Here is the list and how it progressed.  There is an hour and a half left of today but I'm beat so I won't be accomplishing much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/OPI-Route-Beer-Float-Polish-/300480174856"&gt;Route Beer Float&lt;/a&gt; pedicure. --&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Did this myself a couple of days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweep up all of the spider webs around the front door --&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;did this yesterday.  The front door to the porch looks pretty good.  pumpkins and crushed leaves included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;roll in a pile of leaves -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;done.  it was kind of itchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make butternut squash soup -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can barely talk about this one without breaking out in tears again.  How can soup cause tears?  Short version.  I remember now why I don't try and peel butternut squash very often.  It's a lot of work.  but regardless, I made AWESOME soup.  It was one of the best fall soups.  perfectly spiced after a lot of tasting and trying.  I ate it for supper and had enough left over that I was going to take it to work for all of us to enjoy for lunch.  So I went to package it up.  ended up with about 2 cups of it all over the stove.  So then I went to do the rest over the sink.  Dumping it into a gallon bag in a bowl in the sink.  Got it all filled up.  closed it up.  lifted it out of the bowl.  went to wash the soup off of the outside.  dropped the bag.  seal opened up.  6 cups of soup in the sink.  tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make applesauce --&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bought the apples today at the orchard.  we'll have stewed apples tomorrow night for supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make spiced pears --&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;can't find enough pears.  my usual supply was blighted.  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink apple wine from &lt;a href="http://www.kimmelorchard.com/default.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimmel&lt;/span&gt; Orchards&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;drank apple wine today AT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kimmel&lt;/span&gt; Orchard.  bonus points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a bonfire - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;did this last night.  stayed out there until it was so cold i couldn't feel my knees and the Babe fell asleep in my lap.  It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spike the apple cider --&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Captain Morgan and a coffee pot full of hot cider.  pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give the Babe and her big sissy a lesson in making caramel apples - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Big sissy didn't really want to learn and then she and Son2 at the whole bag of caramels that were the quick way to make the caramel apples.  so this one is a flop.  i have all of the stuff to make caramel dip so we'll probably do that later this week.  I have a peck of apples that need eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take pictures at the pumpkin patch -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;didn't make it to the patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make another &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-we-did-today-part-2.html"&gt;Mr. Potato Head pumpkin&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Target was out of the pieces.  We drew on the pumpkins with Sharpies instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;drink hot chocolate made from scratch -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;kind of cheated and used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nesquick&lt;/span&gt;.  We'll go for better this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake pumpkin bread -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Made INCREDIBLE pumpkin cupcakes instead.  &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/11/pumpkin-cupcakes/"&gt;Recipe is here&lt;/a&gt;.  you could easily 1/2 the frosting recipe if you aren't going to make the roses on top.  the cupcakes are the bomb.  don't skip the frosting.  it was too good to skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy Halloween candy on clearance -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;October has been pretty good to us.  Perfect to enter the month of thankfulness for our blessings.  Fall is still with us!  enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8122359831462280357?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8122359831462280357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8122359831462280357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8122359831462280357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8122359831462280357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/15-things-and-15-days-later.html' title='15 Things and 15 days later'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2224311530682436735</id><published>2010-10-29T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:40:51.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Was A Parade Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TMt3MFBr31I/AAAAAAAABTM/xRnGRrtbzBg/s1600/2010-10-29-2005-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TMt3MFBr31I/AAAAAAAABTM/xRnGRrtbzBg/s320/2010-10-29-2005-56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533647616546168658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parade and a party at Preschool.  Truly.  Can there be a better way to spend the Friday before Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click on the picture to make it bigger.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2224311530682436735?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2224311530682436735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2224311530682436735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2224311530682436735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2224311530682436735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-was-parade-today.html' title='There Was A Parade Today'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TMt3MFBr31I/AAAAAAAABTM/xRnGRrtbzBg/s72-c/2010-10-29-2005-56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5291193879439376679</id><published>2010-10-29T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:47:32.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday!&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Sunday I cooked all day in preparation for a friend's upcoming surgery.  Over the course of 9 hours we shopped and prepped and cooked and packaged.  When I was done we had put up 14 meals for her family.  She has a family of 10.  So for a normal family it would be a month's worth of meals.  Most of the meals will just go in the crockpot.  Easily done by the 14 year old.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole dead chicken thing has caused a kind of somber thing around the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took today off.  Hubby had the day off and I haven't spent the day with him in more than 2 weeks.  So I took the day off too.  So far we've buried chickens, done two loads of laundry, cleaned up the yard a little, attended a preschool costume parade and cookie making party, eaten lunch at the cafe that doesn't serve breakfast after 11:00 (what kind of a cafe does that?), and Hubby has taken a nap while I worked on some real work stuff, and watched 2 episodes of "That 70's Show".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an insane knot in my right shoulder.  still.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We broke down at work yesterday and scraped up enough change and 1 dollar bills and we bought sushi for lunch.  It was medicinal sushi so it's OK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have zero Halloween candy in our house.  I have mixed feelings about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 3 magazines sitting on the table that I haven't even opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does all of that garbage end up under the deck?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are having stroganoff for dinner.  Hubby has been asking for it for a while.  This is the first night we've all been in one place for dinner in I don't know how long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Pregnant One Update: Baby is weighing in at 4 1/2 lbs.  She is 30 weeks but measuring at 32.  All organs are good.  Kidneys are working.  He is breathing in the amnio fluid.  It's looking good.  She's still on bed rest but she's got a few less restrictions.  A few more weeks and she's in the clear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Big fall weekend plans on this end.  I have a ton of things to finish on the "before the end of October" list.  How 'bout you?  What do you have planned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5291193879439376679?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5291193879439376679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5291193879439376679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5291193879439376679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5291193879439376679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-random-things-for-friday_29.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1148171108886852173</id><published>2010-10-29T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:31:06.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Chickens - The Not So Short Version</title><content type='html'>2 months ago we had 16 chickens.  We've lost a couple to hawks.  We lost 3 to a coyote.  Then we started losing chickens for we didn't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was last week that we lost 3 in one night.  I was letting the dogs out the next night a little after dusk.  I heard an incredibly awful chicken scream.  Have you ever heard a chicken scream?  It was awful.  It was one of the worst noises I've ever heard.  It was loud.  It was high pitched.  And it was loud.  And yes, I do know I just wrote that twice.  It was that loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the really smart person that I am, I ran to the chicken coop where the chicken screaming was coming from.  I ran there without a flashlight.  Without a weapon of any kind.  Without thought, obviously.  I did take Sally the Skunk dog with me though.  Realizing that I had no weapon and that was an idiot for going to the screaming chicken coop without a weapon I did the best I could think of and started kicking and banging on the door.  And then the chicken screamed again.  And something ran out of the side of the coop.  At least I think it did.  I heard it run into the wall on the side of the coop.  Sally heard it too.  She ran towards the house.  It took WAY less than a second for me to run too.  Wouldn't you run too?  The big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' 1/2 lab dog that isn't afraid to take on a skunk R A N away.  I ran too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had stopped at a friends house on the way home.  I called him about as fast as I ran back to the house.  I'm not sure exactly what I said but he got the point and was home fast enough that I'm pretty sure he broke a couple of speeding kind of rules.  While he was on his way I found a flashlight and something that could be used for a weapon.  Neither of which I needed.  He drove the truck to the backyard and pointed the headlights at the coop.  Way better idea than my $3.49 flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headlights revealed a raccoon trying to get into the coop.  Jim yelled and screamed at it.  Threw something at it.  Coon ran.  Jim went around to the front and replayed my pounding on the door thing, minus the running to the house part.  Nothing else ran out.  He took the truck back to the driveway.  I tried to tell him what had happened.  I don't think he heard me.  He went out the garage.  And then to the basement.  And the whole time he was yelling about chickens and #$%&amp;amp; raccoons.  I tried to tell him about the chicken screaming.  He told me he had a plan and went back outside.  He was out there for a while before I went out to see what the plan was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was on the porch.  Sitting on one of the porch chairs.  Flood light flashlight on the table.  .22 Pellet gun in his right hand.  Left hand holding a Budweiser.  Does this make us rednecks again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never did get any of the raccoons.  We reinforced the chicken coop.  The next night they got another chicken.  We reinforced the chicken coop again.  Then they got 2 more chickens.  More reinforcing.  More chicken slaughtering.  Do you see where this is going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had 3 chickens left.  This morning we had none.  I cried.  There are no more chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**big sigh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1148171108886852173?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1148171108886852173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1148171108886852173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1148171108886852173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1148171108886852173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-more-chickens-not-so-short-version.html' title='No More Chickens - The Not So Short Version'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-155333392936517302</id><published>2010-10-27T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:57:00.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I Want To Go.   Soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a vacation.  Any vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somewhere where you "have to take a ferry from the mainland."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a happy hour serving REALLY good and super cheap sushi and sake bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kauai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veggiefestchicago.org/"&gt;Veggie Fest in Chicago.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to bed to sleep soundly and with happy dreams and wake up whenever I want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend Elvis' couch.  it's my calm place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greece.  I have a friend I'd like to sit and sip libations with.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an apple orchard.  i need some things to finish my things i want to get done before October ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben and Jerry's factory.  i hear the ice cream there has no calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a truly hilarious movie. in a theater.  with popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to a porch with a porch swing that looks like those ones you see in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disneyland with my BFFF.  She needs me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a Napa Valley winery tour. self explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was going to say Heaven.  But I know I am going there and I don't want  to go soon.  I just want to sit and talk to a few people I know that I  can't talk to any more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an Iowa Hawkeye football home game.  where they win and the crowd goes wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To that alternate reality where I weigh a buck o' five.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somewhere where no one notices when you've gone crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A really good music concert.  like the Grateful Dead ones used to be.  or Maybe a David Bowie concert.  Does he still tour?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the moment in time when they discover a cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the master bedroom we keep saying we need to build off the back of the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;outside but without the wind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on a 14 day Caribbean cruise.  unless of course we find out I get sea sick. then only a 14 hour tour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back in time.  I need to say something I didn't say in a certain life changing phone call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a happy place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Where do you want to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-155333392936517302?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/155333392936517302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=155333392936517302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/155333392936517302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/155333392936517302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/places-i-want-to-go-soon.html' title='Places I Want To Go.   Soon.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7640102969282195375</id><published>2010-10-27T17:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:45:24.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Mouth of the Babe</title><content type='html'>"Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Babe?"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Babe.  I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;"I love you three"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus melts my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7640102969282195375?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7640102969282195375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7640102969282195375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7640102969282195375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7640102969282195375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-mouth-of-babe.html' title='From The Mouth of the Babe'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8722083372685306488</id><published>2010-10-27T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:53:18.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee Obsession</title><content type='html'>I am in LOVE with &lt;a href="http://www.marksallingmusic.com/"&gt;Mark Salling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  What's that?  What's that you Say?  How dare you remind me that he is the same age as my kids.  OK.  Reality is that I am in love with his voice.   You probably know him as Puck on Glee.  What?  You've never heard of Glee?  Freak.  Where have you been?  Regardless, I am in love with the voice of Mark Salling.  And now he's got&lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/programs/the-new-now/13212/puck-yeah-glee-star-mark-salling-goes-solo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a solo album coming out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  (do you still call them albums if they are on a CD?)  I'm buying it no matter what you call it.  And no.  I can't remember the last CD I bought that didn't say Disney somewhere on the packaging.  What of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8722083372685306488?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8722083372685306488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8722083372685306488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8722083372685306488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8722083372685306488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/glee-obsession.html' title='Glee Obsession'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8329844530703143153</id><published>2010-10-22T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:55:14.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know This One?</title><content type='html'>This is what it is like in my head when I try to go to sleep at night.  I'm so glad someone made a song for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Jc20vMz0V7Q/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jc20vMz0V7Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jc20vMz0V7Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8329844530703143153?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8329844530703143153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8329844530703143153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8329844530703143153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8329844530703143153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-know-this-one.html' title='Do You Know This One?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5677481444679036782</id><published>2010-10-22T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:11:38.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suzy over at itwalkedonmypillow wrote &lt;a href="http://itwalkedonmypillow.blogspot.com/2010/10/truth-about-weekend.html"&gt;the truth about the weekend&lt;/a&gt; today.  It about sums it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend Matt is going to &lt;a href="http://www.thebuzz.com/pages/bf25/bf-25-2010.html"&gt;Buzzfest XXV&lt;/a&gt; in Houston.  I am WAYY past jealous.  Not so much as to the bands that are going to be there but more because of the atmosphere that I know these all day concert extravaganzas bring with them.  Have you ever been to one?  An all day concert thing?  I am now so missing Lalapalooza.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that have an opportunity to do something, don't do it, and then whine later about not having/doing something that they JUST turned down the opportunity for, really tick me off.  Did that sentence make sense to anyone but me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need sushi and sake bombs.  Don't want.  Need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need rich and generous friends that also like sushi and sake bombs and want to take me out for a lunch/happy hour/dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have had a chicken massacre this week.  There are feathers everywhere.  We are down to 3 hens, a wounded hen, and a baby that we now think is a rooster.  Not sure if it can ALL be attributed to raccoons, but that's all we've caught so far and we are quickly reinforcing the chicken coop.  It's sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used up all of my minutes on &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt; again.  I love Pandora.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boredpanda.com"&gt;Bored Panda&lt;/a&gt; made me laugh several times this week.  Made me in awe of great minds and severe talent that people possess.  I'm glad a friend sent me the link.  Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.boredpanda.com/20-incredible-lego-artworks-by-nathan-sawaya/"&gt;Lego sculpture one&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sheer quantity of candy that is available this time of the year is mindblowing.  Insane.  And yes.  I have had a few baby size snickers.  And a candy corn Kiss or two. :)  Not too many though.  Sugar is not at the top of my list lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrote a post it note and put it on my wallet that says "Take $5".  I have no idea what it was supposed to remind me to do and when or where I am supposed to take the $5.  huh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Here is wishing you a weekend of peace and quiet and fall colors and pumpkins and hay rack rides.  I love this time of year.  Enjoy a piece of it yourself.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5677481444679036782?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5677481444679036782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5677481444679036782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5677481444679036782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5677481444679036782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-random-things-for-friday_22.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5562772912415162458</id><published>2010-10-22T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:20:21.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Feeling of Helplessness</title><content type='html'>you know how you have those helpless moments?  The kind where you  feel like you have to do something but there is nothing that you can  do?  I'm having one of those.  A friend was diagnosed today with breast  cancer.  I know that a lot of you have dealt with this yourself or with  someone that you care about.  What would you say is the best thing that  as a friend I can do?  I know things I can do down the road.  During treatment.  and with recovery. But what can I do right now?  Or is praying for her really all that I can do for now?  I'm not the "best friend" that she will cry on the shoulder of.  But she is a good friend.  And I see her most every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpless.  I hate this feeling.  I am "do-er".  I have to have something to do.  dang it.  Ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5562772912415162458?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5562772912415162458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5562772912415162458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5562772912415162458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5562772912415162458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-feeling-of-helplessness.html' title='That Feeling of Helplessness'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7448203275929669780</id><published>2010-10-17T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:28:37.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Things I Want to Do Before October Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/OPI-Route-Beer-Float-Polish-/300480174856"&gt;Route Beer Float&lt;/a&gt; pedicure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweep up all of the spider webs around the front door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;roll in a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make butternut squash soup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make applesauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make spiced pears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink apple wine from &lt;a href="http://www.kimmelorchard.com/default.php"&gt;Kimmel Orchards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a bonfire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spike the apple cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give the Babe and her big sissy a lesson in making caramel apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take pictures at the pumpkin patch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make another &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-we-did-today-part-2.html"&gt;Mr. Potato Head pumpkin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink hot chocolate made from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake pumpkin bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy Halloween candy on clearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7448203275929669780?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7448203275929669780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7448203275929669780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7448203275929669780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7448203275929669780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/15-things-i-want-to-do-before-october.html' title='15 Things I Want to Do Before October Ends'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7077964972272023052</id><published>2010-10-15T08:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:14:00.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I tell you that Toddler BAM is going to be a big brother?  Mommy is  due January 3rd.  But the Baby thinks it wants to come early so she's on  bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy.  Bed rest for 3 months?   Probably not, but she and the Dr. are doing all that they can to keep  the baby cooking a little longer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to get a passport and go see Foivi in Greece.  Hopefully she'll &lt;a href="http://donkeyandthecarrot.blogspot.com/"&gt;cook me sea bass&lt;/a&gt; while I am there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my MTV.  Do they EVER play music videos anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also seriously considered starting a Twitter account just to see if I could get a couple of questions answered by the President.  I didn't though.  Did you watch the town hall meeting?  It was interesting to say the least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.  She had so many children she didn't know what to do.  How many children do you think she had?  I have 2 friends that have 10 kids each.  And they seem to have it together.  I suppose if I lived in a shoe I'd go crazy too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished 2 bottles of wine on Tuesday night.  Which isn't as bad as it sounds because they only had a glass each still in them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Son2 has decided to major in Aviation.  Direct result of the flight on Sunday.  How absolutely awesome is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue pens that have black ink in them piss me off.  I don't care that   your company has blue colors and logos.  Put it on a blue pen NOT a  black pen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to have a really cool wine opener.  It was a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cork-Lifter-Seen-TV-Compressed/dp/B000HVXD6U"&gt;Cork Lifter.&lt;/a&gt;   I bought it at the dreaded W store about 3 years ago.  On clearance.   for 2 bucks.  I know because I still have the box and it says $2.00  right on the sticker.  I said "used to have" earlier because I do not  have it anymore.  It ran out of air.  I can't find replacement  cartridges.  When you call the 800 number on the thing, you get a "this  number doesn't work, but we'll send you a free text message to tell you  what to do next and that will cost you 9.99 a month" recording.  I  really liked that opener.  Sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband does not like curry.   I know this now because he finally told me this week.  I make some kind  of curry thing like once a month.  And now he tells me and now I'm not  going to make it any more but what am I supposed to do with a darn near  full bottle of curry powder?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Gotta fly.  Cupcakes for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7077964972272023052?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7077964972272023052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7077964972272023052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7077964972272023052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7077964972272023052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-random-things-for-friday_15.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-32697708874138230</id><published>2010-10-13T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:20:31.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating things that really mean nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sending a business type email in Comic Sans type.  Bradley Hand ITC is just about as bad.  I mean if it isn't something cut and dry like Times Roman or Courier or Arial, etc.  is really professional?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that use something that I wrote and then claim it as their own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using my missing daughter's face/story/poster to promote a fundraiser without my permission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone answers the phone and then gets mad because it they can't talk on the phone right now.  Then WHY THE H&amp;amp;** did you answer the phone?  (yes. I know.  I complained about this not too long ago.  Someone did it to me again today.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to sit for more than 15-20 minutes after our scheduled appointment time and I'm still sitting in the lobby.  If you can't get to someone, why don't you reschedule the appointment?  Or let me know when I got there that you are running behind by 30 minutes or more and then give me the option to reschedule.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving 30 minutes away to a Dr Appt for the Babe to get her school immunizations and waiting more than an hour after our appointment being in there for 5 minutes and having them tell the Babe she doesn't need another shot until 7th grade even though she will need a flu shot in a month or so and then going home and then having them call 2 days later to tell you that they missed a shot and I have to go back.  Now who is going to tell the Babe that she has to go get another shot?  And then another one in a month?  Not me.  I did though.  She cried all the way to the clinic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone that points that my little world is not just about me.  I mean, why burst my bubble.  Even though it did need burst.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a song that I really like used by a commercial.  Great.  Now I'll always associate it with that product.  Oh well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Single ply toilet paper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that don't understand the concept of a budget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to afford everything I want on Etsy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cool cars driven by cocky drivers/owners that don't deserve such a cool car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I can't safely go to Jamaica and live like the locals do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not owning the bar on the beach.  We'll talk about that later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you call goat in Jamaican?  Goat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running out of fresh spinach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People on the food channel that describe food and it really just sounds gross.  Take Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives for example.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Head Cheese.  Need I say more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tripe.  um... yeah.  "once you get over the idea?"? yeah, right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Alejandro song from Lady Gaga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that I can't pull something off in a reasonable amount of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Procrastination.  I am the Queen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to decide whether or not to let a bottle of wine age vs.  drinking it today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do ChiChi's restaurants still exist?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Teleportation hasn't been invented yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I owe more on my house than I could probably sell it for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ditto that but substitute "car" for "house."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the idea that fun size Mars candy bars have shrunk.  Do they really still qualify as Fun Size?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger won't quit numbering these.  I'll just sign off now and say that I'll pick up later.  I found this in the saved drafts anyway.  I should have posted it in August.  But I didn't.  So now you get it today.  And now it just seems like I've complained back to back.  But you get the idea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-32697708874138230?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/32697708874138230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=32697708874138230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/32697708874138230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/32697708874138230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/irritating-things-that-really-mean.html' title='Irritating things that really mean nothing'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5931400990123492068</id><published>2010-10-13T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:53:44.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trader Joe's Part III</title><content type='html'>"Trader Joe's is taking applications for 60 positions. The grocery store opens in November and is expected to be a big draw."  Is it really dumb that I am looking forward to November JUST for this reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to point out that this whole Trader Joe's coming to Omaha thing was &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-plead-to-trader-joes.html"&gt;my idea&lt;/a&gt;.  Just in case you were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5931400990123492068?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5931400990123492068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5931400990123492068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5931400990123492068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5931400990123492068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/trader-joes-part-iii.html' title='Trader Joe&apos;s Part III'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7813757377503679404</id><published>2010-10-11T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:34:57.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Huge World</title><content type='html'>I used to be really aggravated with the people who "lived in their own  little world".  I couldn't believe that someone could not see outside of  their immediate circle.  Couldn't understand how someone could NOT  realize that their actions went outside of that circle.  Affected and  effected others.  Not just the ones that they saw every day.  It  ripples.  It impacts.  Each choice.  Each action.  Everyone. Every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I was little I used to lay awake and try and wrap my head around  infinity.  Something with no beginning and no end.  I'd cry.  Because it  wasn't something that I could even remotely comprehend.  I know it is something tied into faith and that we aren't supposed to understand.  But I wanted to.  I needed to understand I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I realized that I had become "one of them."  One of those who didn't see beyond my own little world.  Me.  and those I come in contact with each day.  I found myself living in that little circle.  A circle of one really.  My problems and those of the people around me seemed so big.  So large that I couldn't see past them.  Couldn't see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't really.  But I'm trying.  But it's incomprehensible.  I can't wrap my head around it.  And I have to remind myself every day to look beyond our ripples and waves.  To the choices.  To the no beginning and no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts.  But I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mHZw-7StD8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mHZw-7StD8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7813757377503679404?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7813757377503679404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7813757377503679404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7813757377503679404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7813757377503679404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-huge-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Huge World'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6969296898829772988</id><published>2010-10-10T00:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:58:24.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Did Today Part 3 - The Most Important Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFV9kmAqYI/AAAAAAAABRE/GGaUobNHJlM/s1600/100910+Plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFV9kmAqYI/AAAAAAAABRE/GGaUobNHJlM/s320/100910+Plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526292734043793794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband has told me for years that he wants to learn to fly.  Every time we go somewhere, he laments as to how much faster it would be if we could just fly there.  Or teleport there.  And while teleporting sounds like a good option, it's hard to really imagine having all of my molecules taken apart and reassembled.  But that obviously won't be happening in this decade.  So back to the flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband wants to be a pilot.  But it is a darn expensive hobby.  Which is really the only reason that we haven't done it.  So back this spring, there was a &lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/"&gt;Groupon&lt;/a&gt; deal for a discovery flight.  I told my mom about it and it then became a rockin' birthday present for Husband.  And it was a hit I tell you.  By all accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight allowed for up to 3 people and a weight limit of 400 pounds.  I've flown in a small plane before.  It was my first flight actually.  LOVED it.  I think I was about 9.  So here we were at the airport, Husband and Son2 waiting to fly.  And it occurs to Husband that they have more than 40 pounds to spare.  So a certain 40 pound 4 year old was asked if she wanted to go up in the plane.  The Babe started jumping up and down and did this John Travolta on Saturday Night Fever arm spread move.  Add in the "yeah!  I can fly!" and we translated this as a "yes please.  I'd love to go up in the plane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up they went.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFTNkMcuWI/AAAAAAAABQ8/U3ghGz-a5AE/s1600/2010-10-09-2240-481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFTNkMcuWI/AAAAAAAABQ8/U3ghGz-a5AE/s320/2010-10-09-2240-481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526289710279604578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have NEVER seen 3 bigger grins on these 3.  It was a joy to watch.  And it will be a birthday present that will be near impossible to top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where do I come up with the $4000 to get the pilot's license?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6969296898829772988?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6969296898829772988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6969296898829772988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6969296898829772988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6969296898829772988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-we-did-today-part-3-most-important.html' title='What We Did Today Part 3 - The Most Important Part'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFV9kmAqYI/AAAAAAAABRE/GGaUobNHJlM/s72-c/100910+Plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8960889953081850529</id><published>2010-10-10T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:34:34.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Did Today Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFP14dMoOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/p8_ho895Ipk/s1600/2010-10-09-Pirate+Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFP14dMoOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/p8_ho895Ipk/s320/2010-10-09-Pirate+Pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526286004866818274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The not so perfect but actually kind of cute pumpkin was decorated by Husband and the Babe tonight.  If you get a chance to get a Mr. Potato Head decorating kit, it is $6 well spent.  Took a little more work than we thought.  You still have to use a knife to start the pieces to go into the pumpkin.  But I'm seriously considering going to Target and buying a few of the other kits.  It's WAY cute.  ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8960889953081850529?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8960889953081850529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8960889953081850529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8960889953081850529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8960889953081850529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-we-did-today-part-2.html' title='What We Did Today Part 2'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFP14dMoOI/AAAAAAAABQ0/p8_ho895Ipk/s72-c/2010-10-09-Pirate+Pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7415778292316811822</id><published>2010-10-10T00:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:31:27.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Did Today Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFO38bY0OI/AAAAAAAABQs/s9su8Pl-XOQ/s1600/2010-10-09-2240-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFO38bY0OI/AAAAAAAABQs/s9su8Pl-XOQ/s320/2010-10-09-2240-48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526284940781080802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bypassed the "pumpkin patch on steroids" this year.  I thought we'd support the little local patch instead.  Considering that the kids had most of their fun at the playground that was way sadder than the local park's playground, it wasn't money well spent.  But it was fun.  And small.  Which is what we needed today I guess.  It was a busy day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after, two very tired little ones refused to take naps.  What fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7415778292316811822?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7415778292316811822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7415778292316811822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7415778292316811822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7415778292316811822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-we-did-today-part-1.html' title='What We Did Today Part 1'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TLFO38bY0OI/AAAAAAAABQs/s9su8Pl-XOQ/s72-c/2010-10-09-2240-48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6109036004397529856</id><published>2010-10-08T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:36:44.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bush/tree outside of my porch that turns my &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007/11/beautiful-weather-weekend-day-2.html"&gt;favorite shade of red&lt;/a&gt; in the fall is turning red now.  Which means that it is officially fall.  Never mind the calendar.  It's all about the trees baby.  All about the red trees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gave up on giving up Diet Coke.  It's too much pressure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prince "The Hits 1" is in the CD player right now.  I wish Prince would make more of his own new music.  "If you didn't come to party, don't bother knocking on my door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got new contacts last week.  That would be because I lost my glasses.  Looked for them for more than a week.  Gave up and got contacts last week.  I had to drive to CR and I can't drive at night without glasses.  Not very well at least.  So I got the contacts on Wednesday.  On Thursday morning I found my glasses.  Um.  Yeah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the coolest mother ever.  She sent me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt; today for hubby's favorite restaurant.  Not for any reason.  Just because she's cool like that.  I see lasagna in our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We almost took in another dog this week.  How do these things keep finding us?  Good thing the city we live in has a 3 animal limit.  It gives me a good excuse to say, "No.  We can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumpkin patching is in our weekend plans.  Just haven't decided how adventurous we are going to get.  Carnival style with pumpkins as a side note, or the traditional patch.  I'll let you know what we decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My closest friends have lamented this week that we really all need a vacation.  I think they are right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see a 5:00 wine tasting in my future.  My NEAR future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ordered new business cards this week.  Personal cards really.  I'll let you know how they come out.  I love Vista Print by the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I know those were lame. But I had a whole bunch of other things to tell you.  But I decided they needed more explanation or deserved a post all of their own.  Let's see what I can get to tonight and I'll share the love.  But I have to get a move on if I'm going to go wine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tastying&lt;/span&gt; at 5:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6109036004397529856?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6109036004397529856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6109036004397529856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6109036004397529856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6109036004397529856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-random-things-for-friday.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6978242580750565786</id><published>2010-10-05T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:48:26.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Things That Make Me Smack Myself in the Forehead and Say "Duh."</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running out of wine and I really need just ONE more glass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people do nothing and then get mad because no one did anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is someone else's turn to do the dishes.  And I end up doing it anyway because they have a theory that they will be easier to clean if they "just soak a little longer."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piles on top of things that shouldn't have piles on top of them.  The pie safe for instance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning a really nice party for people that RSVP that they are coming and then they don't show up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you give and give and give for someone and then you need something little and they are nowhere to be found.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying something on Tuesday and then it goes on sale on Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that we were going to remove the ugly strawberry wallpaper in the kitchen shortly after we moved in and the stupid stuff is still on the wall more than 3 years later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not packing a coat on a road trip and then you are freezing to death when it is 35 degrees on a day that was supposed to be clear and 55.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not realizing I drank the last Diet Coke until I go to grab a new one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My back closet is full of probably $1000 of scrapbooking stuff and I haven't scrapped a single page in over 2 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not remembering if I took my meds or not and then standing there weighing the side effects of not taking them vs.  taking a double dose.  and no. I didn't do that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that ask for your opinion and then argue and tell you you are wrong.  HELLO! It is my opinion.  By definition it belongs to me and is therefore right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that always think they are right regardless of the subject.  And then get mad at YOU when they realize they are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whoever put the milk carton back in the fridge with an ounce left in it.  What? You didn't need the last ounce?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone finishes the milk.  Then doesn't tell me that we are  out of milk.  but then gets mad that I didn't get milk at the store.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same thing.  Just substitute "bread" for "milk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brain doesn't want to do (at 12:24 AM) anymore work that REALLY has to be done by tomorrow but is perfectly capable of writing a pointless blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not remembering why you got up and walked to the other side of the office building now that you are there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgetting what you are going to say in the middle of a&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that don't use spell check on business type emails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carp.  I forgot what this one was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a really good point and then the person you are making it to drifts off and has obviously lost interest in the conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Said person saying "you never listen to me."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that don't say "thank you."  It takes less than a second people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being "unfriended" on Facebook and not knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running out of wine and I really need just ONE more glass.  I mean.  HELLO.  This is me.  How the heck did I run out of wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Pandora plays absolutely NO SONG that you know for more than 20 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with conspiracy theory mentality.  Really.  Is the ENTIRE world out to get you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that there are supposedly "blackmail" pictures but having absolutely NO clue what they could be of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having an '"inside joke" with someone and then they suddenly forget what the joke was.  And they leave you standing there looking like a fool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking like a fool for anything that is out of my control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the anticipation that builds up before something be REALLY HUGE and then the something happens and it was TOTALLY not worth all of the hype.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people don't catch on quite as fast as I do and then I am standing there waiting for them to figure it out because I can't figure out how to explain it any differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I don't catch on quite as fast as someone else and then they get mad because I don't and they don't explain it well enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being 10 minutes late and it isn't my fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(this one gets it's own renumbering because it is the entire reason that I started writing this post that has now grown out of control)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone does something EXTREMELY and monumentally carppy, hurts you tremendously, knows that what they did was monumentally carrpy, never apologizes, and then pretends that it never happened and expects you to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6978242580750565786?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6978242580750565786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6978242580750565786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6978242580750565786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6978242580750565786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/37-things-that-make-me-smack-myself-in.html' title='37 Things That Make Me Smack Myself in the Forehead and Say &quot;Duh.&quot;'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7441359622847270103</id><published>2010-09-25T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:44:57.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Professor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New Music!  Found a playlist on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.playlist.com"&gt;Playlist.com&lt;/a&gt; that is titled, get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shower Anthems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Appropriately described as "songs you'll sing along to".  Rockin' baby, rockin'.  Hope you have sing-along with me.  I however will be sitting at my desk and trying to get some work done, so there might not be a lot of singing out loud.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7441359622847270103?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7441359622847270103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7441359622847270103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7441359622847270103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7441359622847270103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-professor.html' title='Music Professor!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6419586179853067617</id><published>2010-09-24T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:20:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided to bleach all of our bath towels.  We have colored towels.  I figured out how to do it pretty effectively.  Except for the one bright green one.  It isn't so green anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Budweiser was inspired by a trip taken by Adolph Busch and his friend Carl Conrad to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Budweis&lt;/span&gt;, Czech Republic.  I can't stand Budweiser.  You know how some people say that after you've had a few really good beers that you don't care what kind the next one is?  They lie.  Even after 2 good beers, I still don't like Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend was diagnosed with breast cancer this week.  I feel awful because I asked her a question about something that I didn't connect as anything and she started crying.  Then I was fighting back tears.  It was all downhill from there.  Pray for her, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still haven't gotten that oil change for my car.  Or hung the pictures that are sitting on the floor leaning against the wall.  Or cleaned the carpets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dachshund that was driving me crazy has been living temporarily at the same house that Son2 is staying.  It's been nice to have the canine dynamics in my house back to normal.  But I do kind of miss the little guy.  And then I find something else that he chewed up and I don't miss him so much any more.  Is that awful?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.30secondsmile.com/?src=affiliate&amp;amp;aid=14626&amp;amp;subid=Main&amp;amp;gclid=CIKg_pzL05ICFQY_agodpX3RGQ"&gt;30 Second Smile&lt;/a&gt; infomercial gives me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeebie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jeebies&lt;/span&gt;.  i have no idea why.  I think it is something to do with watching someone brush their teeth on TV.  The thing looks absolutely freaky.  Has anyone bought one?  Aye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cathypentondesigns.blogspot.com/?expref=next-blog"&gt;This is the blog &lt;/a&gt;I got when I pushed "Next Blog" just now. I love the butterfly dress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a &lt;a href="http://www.bpong.com/wsobp"&gt;Beer Pong World Series&lt;/a&gt;.   Can you believe it?  Beer Pong.  A World Series.  Frat boys who didn't grow up I'm guessing.  Anybody want to put together a team?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/video/data/2.0/video/us/2010/09/21/intv.clinton.blitzer.weight.loss.cnn.html"&gt;Bill Clinton has gone veggie&lt;/a&gt;.  I think that is AWESOME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a cat that I named after &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Charlie-Sexton/"&gt;Charlie Sexton&lt;/a&gt;.  His name was Charlie Sexton.  I wonder what Charlie Sexton would say if he knew I named my cat after him?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I've got to fly my dears.  I have to get the Babe to the sitters and myself to a meeting.  Catch you on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flipside&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.  See ya then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6419586179853067617?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6419586179853067617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6419586179853067617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6419586179853067617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6419586179853067617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-random-things-for-friday_24.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7338340503337023233</id><published>2010-09-23T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:13:26.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>500 posts of Random Things</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 500&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post.  I apparently have a lot of carp to say.  Or in reality I just ramble about nothing quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been thinking all week about what my 500&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post was going to be about.  I was going to wait until tomorrow and make it a "10 Random things for a Friday" post.  Those have become my favorite posts.  Not much thought involved.  But usually sums up the week and the nothing that is going through my head really fast.  But when it was all said and done, I thought it best to pay homage to my favorite posts.  The ones that when I think about this here blog, stand out as the most therapeutic things.  The ones that made me smile.  The ones that made me cry.  The ones where I was crying while I wrote them.  The ones that are the real reasons why I write.  The ones that help me "get it out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go.  10 Random Things That Aren't So Random.  And they are in no particular order.  I tried to order them.  They wouldn't listen.  And I couldn't decide on my own.  So I called the Pusher.  She didn't have an idea for an order either.  So I gave up.  The order makes no sense.  Don't count it for anything.  But enjoy the walk down memory lane.  Which is good.  Because God knows what I'll remember down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007/10/selsun-blue.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007/10/selsun-blue.html"&gt;The Sally vs the Skunk post&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selsun&lt;/span&gt; Blue and the Smelly dog are the most common reason people end up here.  And it was the perfect way to deflate after I was REALLY pissed off at dealing for hours with the smelly dog and bad Brady Bunch advice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-random-things-for-friday.html"&gt;The Pusher and Sushi&lt;/a&gt;.  Two of my most favorite things about Omaha.  God love her.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-random-things-for-friday.html"&gt;10 Random Things for a Friday&lt;/a&gt; post.  They really are my favorite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-700-on-sunday.html"&gt;My NOT conversation with the Pusher&lt;/a&gt;.  It pretty much sums up talking to myself all of the time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day I announced that we were &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-big-announcement.html"&gt;adopting the Babe&lt;/a&gt;.  One of THE best days of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-lucas-james.html"&gt;January 31, 2008&lt;/a&gt;.  The day I became a grandma.  I love being a grandma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2008/04/gpo-update-aka-introducing-brandon.html"&gt;April 24, 2008&lt;/a&gt;.  The day that I became a grandma for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time.  These babies have changed our lives in ways I never knew possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-grandma-died-today.html"&gt;The first post&lt;/a&gt; I migrated over from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; blog.  I wrote it there and later moved it here.  My mom wanted my rambling somewhere where she could read them without having to sign up for the chaos that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;.  I wrote it the day my grandma Rachel died.  Right up there as one of the most whirlwind of emotions days of my life.  Amber's graduation party.  My eldest niece's first birthday.  A beautiful day of celebration.  And evening of extreme sadness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-grandpa-jack.html"&gt;The day after my grandpa died&lt;/a&gt;.  At first I had no words.  Then I couldn't get them all out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/03/reason-i-started-this-blog-in-first.html"&gt;The reason I started this blog in the first place. &lt;/a&gt; I was losing my mind.  I didn't think I could take any more.  But it's Erin.  I had to get it out.  I needed to find some semblance of sanity.  Still haven't found it but I keep on trying.  This is probably THE most honest post I've ever written.  I've thought about taking it down a few times.  But it's still here.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hope.  &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope-story.html"&gt;They found Shawn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hornbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  We can find Erin too, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;OK.  well that was 11.  It's Pusher's fault.  She can't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.  And thanks for sticking around.  Unless of course you have bailed.  And then you won't be reading this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post a comment.  I still have lots of crap on my porch to get rid of.  We'll do a drawing at the end of the weekend.  And I'll send you some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!  You are my sanity.  Thanks for putting up with me.  **big slobbery kisses**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Carolyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7338340503337023233?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7338340503337023233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7338340503337023233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7338340503337023233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7338340503337023233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/500-posts-of-random-things.html' title='500 posts of Random Things'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-4896304501953398334</id><published>2010-09-21T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:43:36.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Cry in There Somewhere</title><content type='html'>I have a cry that is stuck.  It's right there.  Right under the surface.  You can almost see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's directly impacted by all of those things that build up.  All of the things that I try to avoid.  All of the stress.  All of the anger.  All of the desperate sadness.  The grief.  All of the minutes, hours, days, and even years of stuffing. Do you do that?  Do you stuff?  Do you try to make it all go away?  Assume that if you just leave the pile of garbage, of stress, of emotional turmoil, of little things, and big things, that they'll all go away if you just ignore them long enough?  It might fix itself.  It might quit eating at you.  It might go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cry below the surface is the exact reason that I have zero success at bringing myself down.  Zero success at true relaxation.  Massages, meditation, thoughtful reflection.  Can't do it.  I've tried.  But that flight of fight thing?  Kicks in every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to come out.  A death.  A birth.  or something little.  A song at the right time.  Or wrong time.  Some stupid movie.  A TV show.  When I need it.  Is that even a concept?  Is it a "need"?  In the meantime it just sits there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's right there.  Right below the surface.  Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK.  So here we are the next morning.  I should NOT blog at 11:00 at night.  Can I hear an amen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things aren't worse than they ever are.  Just seemed more so last night.  Had to do some things yesterday that just brought carppy stuff up to the service.  And Hubby wasn't home from work until really late and fell asleep soon after.  So I couldn't talk to him.  So I was left with marginal TV and too many internet searches and way too much time to get stuck in my own head.  Which of course happens more often than it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am as OK as I ever am.  Thanks for your concern.  : )   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-4896304501953398334?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4896304501953398334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=4896304501953398334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4896304501953398334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4896304501953398334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-is-cry-in-there-somewhere.html' title='There is a Cry in There Somewhere'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-23783526062462955</id><published>2010-09-20T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:02:43.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Blue Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/AYVQ7pyhAVo/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYVQ7pyhAVo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYVQ7pyhAVo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-23783526062462955?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/23783526062462955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=23783526062462955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/23783526062462955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/23783526062462955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-blue-frog.html' title='Big Blue Frog'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7762405139050455644</id><published>2010-09-19T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:17:02.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Hawkeyes - Fight Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/luwYByHRtvU/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/luwYByHRtvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luwYByHRtvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7762405139050455644?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7762405139050455644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7762405139050455644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7762405139050455644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7762405139050455644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/iowa-hawkeyes-fight-song.html' title='Iowa Hawkeyes - 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Walking down the hall we go  past the guest laundry room.  I thought, "cool, a laundry room".  and  then noticed the naked guy standing by the dryer.  he had a very hairy  back.  that is as much as I care to know.  We laughed so hard going down  the hallway that I couldn't breath&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;e.  it was the best laugh I've had in forever.  sorry you weren't here to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3959185211785715640?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3959185211785715640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3959185211785715640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3959185211785715640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3959185211785715640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/nice-hotels-and-naked-men.html' title='Nice Hotels and Naked Men'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2852765444157622766</id><published>2010-09-18T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:29:47.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Random Things That Didn't Get Written on Friday</title><content type='html'>Happy Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday's post did not happen because I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open and make my head see straight.  You see, Thursday was my birthday.  And I had the brilliant idea to celebrate with a few friends, &lt;a href="http://www.djsdugout.com/blazin/home"&gt;dueling pianos&lt;/a&gt;, a couple of dirty martinis  and a Blue Moon or two.  Or maybe it was three, or four,  I have no clue how many to be honest with you.   But I remembered the "liquor before beer you're in the clear" thing.  I know we had fun because apparently there are blackmail pictures to prove it.  Let's just state for the record though that I am no longer 21 and I can no longer party like I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday was Thursday.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As was explained in another post.... I was at a conference Tuesday - Thursday afternoon.  Got way more out of the conversations with colleagues than I learned at the conference.  But the refresher courses are always good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Being gone for 48 hours seems a lot longer when you include 2 overnights in there.  I was so looking forward to a couple of days away from home.  And then all I really wanted was to be at home.  See how I am?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember the post about the fridge last weekend?  Well my friend was nice enough to call and tell me that the problem is that I have a Whirlpool.  ok.  maybe that's not the way he put it.  What he said was, "your fridge is a Whirlpool, right?"  "It's the thermostat."  So then he told me how to fix it.  And it seems pretty easy.  Except for the part where I have to clean out the thing and let it thaw out so that the lines all drain.  So now we are trying to use everything in the fridge without buying anything new.  Which is cool because I don't have to go to the grocery store.  But not so cool because egg, avocado, sauerkraut and ketchup sandwiches weren't well received.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Babe is stuck on Scooby Doo at the moment.  It was cool at first.  Now it is going in the same direction as WonderPets, Dora, SpongeBob, and Care Bears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Calvin and Hobbes comics.  If there were new ones, I'd subscribe to the paper again.  Ok, maybe not.  But I'd look them up on the internet every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am craving sushi.  Can you imagine that?  Me?  I think a Kirin Sake Bomb might help with the fog still lingering from Thursday night.  Anybody?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't drink anywhere as much as my posts would suggest.  For those of you who are concerned.  And to you who are concerned... thank you.   I love you too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am wearing a sweatshirt and shorts today.  Which means that weatherwise, this is an awesome day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how many times I hit 'Enter' Blogger won't stop with the numbers.  And I'm too lazy to go figure it out at the moment.  It's some easy code thing I'm sure but I'm not much of a coder figureouter today.  Happy Happy to all of you!  May the rest of the weekend rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2852765444157622766?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2852765444157622766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2852765444157622766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2852765444157622766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2852765444157622766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-random-things-that-didnt-get-written.html' title='The 10 Random Things That Didn&apos;t Get Written on Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3131959212154686033</id><published>2010-09-14T00:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:36:11.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Hurt :( -- Warning: Cryptic Post</title><content type='html'>So earlier tonight I had a 20 minute cry.  Maybe longer.  It's not like I timed it or anything.  My feelings are hurt.  Hurt bad.  Someone (two someones actually) said something about me that I can't believe they could say.  Flat out said that they thought I was doing something that I am not.  I can't believe they even THOUGHT that I was capable of doing such a thing.  The person that told me about it I think knew it would hurt my feelings.  But thought I needed to know none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record.  I'm glad I know what they said and what they thought I am capable of.  Hurt.  Crying.  But it's good to know.  I'll never tell them that I know.  But it sure will shape how I deal with them going forward for a while.  I really thought they knew me enough to know I couldn't even POSSIBLY do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt.  crying.  and I really need to go to bed.  Maybe this will all look better in the morning.  I doubt it though.  I should be done crying by then though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3131959212154686033?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3131959212154686033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3131959212154686033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3131959212154686033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3131959212154686033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-hurt-warning.html' title='That Hurt :( -- Warning: Cryptic Post'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6359044623300736310</id><published>2010-09-12T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:01:16.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Out the Fridge Adventures</title><content type='html'>I have to admit.  I'm not the best at cleaning out the refrigerator.  Nor am I good at spelling refrigerator, which just took me 3 times to figure it out.  Spelling is obviously not one of my strong points.  But anyhow... I realized night before last that it was time to clean out the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often I open the fridge and think to myself, "Self" because that is what I call myself, Self.  "Self" I say.  "You really should clean out the refrigerator.  It's looking pretty full and there is no way that everything in there is within it's expiration date."  But then I argue with the self that wants to clean out the fridge and point out that it is only Sunday (or Friday or Thursday or whatever day it is that isn't Wednesday) and the garbage truck doesn't come until Thursday morning.  And all  of that food stuffs that I am going to clean out will just stink to high heaven if I throw it out on Sunday (or Friday or Thursday or whatever day it is that isn't Wednesday).  Because, you see, the garbage truck doesn't come until Thursday morning.  And it will stink by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Friday night (or maybe it was Thursday night) Son2 was over for dinner.  Have I mentioned that I like having him around?  So he was over for dinner and we were having strawberry shortcake for dessert.  He wanted whipped cream on his.  There was a can in the fridge on the top shelf in the front and all the way to the left.  Apparently he got lost in my directions and instead of getting out that cool can of whipped cream that squirts when you push the nozzle, he instead found a tub of fat free cool whip type stuff that I bought at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aldi&lt;/span&gt; a while back. which I had apparently forgotten about.  He opened it up while standing at the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smelled like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; lab.  Or more to the point it smelled like what I would think a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; lab would smell like.  It was awful.  He shut it up quickly.  I got up from my perch nearest the computer and went into the kitchen to get him the whipped cream in a can stuff.  And then I looked at the expiration date on the cool whip type stuff.  It only expired 10 days ago.  So I read the ingredients on the tub.  It had more chemicals than I could count.  And this fat free stuff is good for us how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I obviously needed to clean out the fridge.  And yesterday I did.  And I realize now that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to clean it out more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fridge is freezing everything on the top shelf.  (i knew this already)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is leaking water pretty badly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the leaking water and freezing top shelf means that the jar of roasted red peppers in the back of the top shelf in the center will be frozen to the shelf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sauerkraut seems to never go bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know when I last bought applesauce but there are 2 jars of it on the frozen top shelf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We do not need to buy provolone for a while.  We have 3 separate open things of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Worchestier&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) sauce has an expiration date.  So does mustard.  but both seem to keep indefinitely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have 4 kinds of jelly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water accumulating in the bottom of the veggie drawers make veggies age too fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dogs love leftovers.  I probably should have just given it to them originally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are some leftover type things that come out of the fridge that you can't even feed to the dogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yes.  It is Sunday.  And yes.  I did just write about cleaning out the fridge.  Have you come to expect anything less?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6359044623300736310?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6359044623300736310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6359044623300736310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6359044623300736310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6359044623300736310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/cleaning-out-fridge-adventures.html' title='Cleaning Out the Fridge Adventures'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-8861171642268999021</id><published>2010-09-10T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T07:26:00.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday.  Yes.  It is Friday.  We made it through another week.  Mostly in one piece.  Some bruises though.  But we'll try and not focus on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My "not quite son" has come to live nearby.  I'm pretty happy about it.  And yes. I won't be happy until they all are nearby.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I downloaded the pictures from my camera last night.  There were 127.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car still needs an oil change.  Which means I have to go get the stuff from the parts store.  You'd think that with having a mechanic for a husband, I shouldn't have to do these things by myself.  But I do.  It's a shoemaker's children thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new seasons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; and Bones and House better start soon.  I need some good TV to record to watch at 11:00 at night when I can't get to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; is not in blogger's spell check.  Neither is "Blogger's" How weird is that?  Weird is though.  Because I just spelled it wrong twice.  Because I type faster than my brain works sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had to take a "family" picture of Hubby and the Babe and I last night.  I think it is the first and only one that we have of just the 3 of us.  Is that pathetic or what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never had 4 year old pictures taken of the Babe.  Do you think that 2 months later would be stupid?  I mean, we are going to take Christmas pictures in about 2 months.  I should probably just wait, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 6 pictures framed and leaning against the wall that need to be hung on the wall.  I don't even that I can remember when I put them there.  I should probably fix that this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am spending part of the weekend with baby BAM.  Who is really not a baby anymore.  He's a toddler now.  But he is still a baby.  I like it that way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you had the choice between cleaning house all day or getting things done at work, which would you choose?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So what are you doing this weekend?  Please post and tell me.  I'd like to live vicariously through y'all.  Because, me?  I'll be cleaning the house or working all day.  See how exciting of a life I lead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-8861171642268999021?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8861171642268999021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=8861171642268999021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8861171642268999021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/8861171642268999021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-random-things-for-friday.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6069401690039229185</id><published>2010-09-09T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:51:49.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Pre-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TIm5YyZRKwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/7yrvV4sOUZU/s1600/IMG_3520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TIm5YyZRKwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/7yrvV4sOUZU/s400/IMG_3520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;First day of pre-school.  Isn't she cute?  Why yes she is.  Thank you for noticing.  Not that I'm a proud mama or anything.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6069401690039229185?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6069401690039229185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6069401690039229185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6069401690039229185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6069401690039229185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-pre-school.html' title='First Day of Pre-School'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TIm5YyZRKwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/7yrvV4sOUZU/s72-c/IMG_3520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-604116889519874104</id><published>2010-09-09T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:49:59.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TIm49a5aUgI/AAAAAAAABQI/W_aJOjAhV5c/s1600/IMG_3515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TIm49a5aUgI/AAAAAAAABQI/W_aJOjAhV5c/s400/IMG_3515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 Photos.  This is one of my favorites.  : )  I love it when they laugh.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-604116889519874104?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/604116889519874104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=604116889519874104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/604116889519874104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/604116889519874104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I Love This Picture'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/TIm49a5aUgI/AAAAAAAABQI/W_aJOjAhV5c/s72-c/IMG_3515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-6323337976624655672</id><published>2010-09-09T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:09:18.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Can No Longer Live at my House</title><content type='html'>You know the water I mentioned having in my room?  Well you see the  sprinkler broke.  And it was pointed at the house at the time.  And the  sprinkler was left on.  No idea how or why.  But it ran.  Apparently for  a long time.  And the water came in through either the basement wall  which is covered with drywall or it came up through the floor which is  covered by carpet.  Do you see where this is going? And somewhere along  the way the carpet was nice enough to soak up the water.  We pulled all  of the water up that I could.  Ran a fan.  and it mostly dried.  but now it just stinks.  and gets  worse every day.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; peoples say that I should use white vinegar.  Or Borax. But you know that those home remedies will probably prove to be about as effective as the tomato juice and vinegar and baking soda was at getting the &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007/10/selsun-blue.html"&gt;skunk smell off of the dog&lt;/a&gt;.  Speaking of which. "Skunk smell off of a dog" and "does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Selsun&lt;/span&gt; Blue work" are still the highest searches that brings people to this here blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... back to the nasty water smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I am renting a carpet cleaner.  And a  dehumidifier.  Which I should have done on Tuesday.  And some serious kind of chemical to kill the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nasties&lt;/span&gt; in  the carpet.  Which probably won't help at all.  Isn't Nature's Miracle an enzyme cleaner?  I wonder if that will work.  But I am sure by now  that I should probably just cut my losses and pull the stupid carpet  up.  All of this for a stupid broken $12 sprinkler.  And the fact that  someone forgot to shut if off.  And of course NO one did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think  I'm going to kick no one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-6323337976624655672?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6323337976624655672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=6323337976624655672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6323337976624655672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/6323337976624655672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-one-can-no-longer-live-at-my-house.html' title='No One Can No Longer Live at my House'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2959409693792683619</id><published>2010-09-07T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:18:02.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Reasons Why I Didn't Post 10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was helping to organize a &lt;a href="http://www.ridefortheirlives.com/"&gt;Ride for Their Live&lt;/a&gt; event that was in Lincoln.  I got to see wonderful friends and meet some new ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a kind of mini vacation and didn't get on a computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have children who had forgotten who I was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a grandson who didn't remember my name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My "not quite my son" needed attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house was a wreck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was water in my bedroom.  I don't want to talk about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car needed an oil change.  Never did get it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My office mates wouldn't let me on a computer when I went there for a few minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I promise to do better this Friday.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2959409693792683619?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2959409693792683619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2959409693792683619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2959409693792683619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2959409693792683619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/9-reasons-why-i-didnt-post-10-random.html' title='9 Reasons Why I Didn&apos;t Post 10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-4932038729677335874</id><published>2010-09-07T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:44:14.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I am fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We are playing lots of games.  I learned to tie knots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The songs around the fire at night are my favorite thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't like the mosquitoes and I think the repellent is killing me slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I miss you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camphitaga.org/"&gt;Camp Hitaga&lt;/a&gt; was my favorite summer place.  And I hear through the grapevine that it is in trouble financially and might be no more.  This makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I am thinking about this at 3:45 on a Tuesday that is really a Monday, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-4932038729677335874?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4932038729677335874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=4932038729677335874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4932038729677335874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/4932038729677335874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/postcard.html' title='Postcard'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3651825442969470934</id><published>2010-09-06T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:25:46.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love A Good Meme</title><content type='html'>Why do they call these things meme s anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the tag, &lt;a href="http://sweetdaisy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harmony&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Why did you start blogging?&lt;/span&gt; I started in &lt;a href="http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2007/06/ghosts-of-christmas-past.html"&gt;December of 2006.&lt;/a&gt;  Started on MySpace but then migrated here to blogger so my non-myspace mom could read my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. If you could travel any where in the world with no restriction of costs, where would it be and why?&lt;/span&gt; I'd hit as may countries as I could.  but I'd have to have unlimited vacation time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Did you have a teacher in school that had a great influ­ence on your life? If so, what?&lt;/span&gt;  I had a few.  Mr. Halstead I had for two different years in elementary.  He helped me figure out how to have confidence in the work that I completed.  Mr. Constance taught me about writing and how to write what you love.  Unless of course there is an assignment.  Mr. Fitzpatrick gave me amazing experiences in the fine arts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. If you could spend the day with a famous person, who would it be, and what would you do? &lt;/span&gt;Dead - Thomas Jefferson.  And I'd invite my mom to come with.  I'd spend the whole day in conversation and learning everything he'd choose to tell me.  Alive - Nelson Mandela.  He's led an amazing life.  I'd love 24 hours of his wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. Toilet paper — over or under?&lt;/span&gt; Over.  And if somebody does it differently, I switch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. Name one thing in your life that you would do over if possible.&lt;/span&gt;  All of the things in my life have brought me to where I am today.  But regardless of the changes it would make, I'd go back and come home and give Erin the ride to her friend's that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. Tell about your pets — if any.&lt;/span&gt;   We have a big ol' orange cat named Jack.  He runs the house.  Sally is a lab mix that has a problem with attracting skunks.  Roxanne is a shih tzu.  She fits well most of the time.  And at the moment we have a dachshund named Copper.  He belongs to Son2 but Copper is staying here until Son2 has an apartment of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8. Do you live in a small town or a large town. (You don’t have to name the town.)&lt;/span&gt; I live in a small town attached to the big city.  I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to tag others.  But if you feel so inclined, please feel free to grab it and let me know that you did.  I'd love to read your answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3651825442969470934?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3651825442969470934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3651825442969470934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3651825442969470934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3651825442969470934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-good-meme.html' title='I Love A Good Meme'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5548491721909051340</id><published>2010-08-30T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:02:36.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We love Blue.  And when you sit upsairs it is loud enough that you don't have to care that you are eating with a 4 year old who doesn't sit still and sometimes doesn't understand the concept of an "inside" voice.  That and everything looks a little red.  Because in Blue's Sake Bomber Lounge, they have happy hour for all day on Sunday and the lights are all red.  So you look red.  Reference said picture.  But even red, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtJd1DTN2I/AAAAAAAABPo/Z7h3rUUtLXw/s1600/Sushi+Day+082910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtJd1DTN2I/AAAAAAAABPo/Z7h3rUUtLXw/s320/Sushi+Day+082910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Babe loves shrimp.  Especially Tempura shrimp that are bigger than her head and come with a killer broth for dipping them in.  She likes anything that can be dipped.  And for the record, she ate all four.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtJeQyYnNI/AAAAAAAABPw/NWPhk4iikrA/s1600/Shrimp+082910.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtJeQyYnNI/AAAAAAAABPw/NWPhk4iikrA/s320/Shrimp+082910.php.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is the Babe with a new use for chopsticks.  She of course is a walrus.  And our new friend who is taking the pictures thought it was cute.  And encouraged it.  Much to my dismay and horror.  OK.  not so much on the horror part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtJes5mV3I/AAAAAAAABP4/CncAtWr_22s/s1600/Walrus+082910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtJes5mV3I/AAAAAAAABP4/CncAtWr_22s/s320/Walrus+082910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Did I mention that we had a lot of fun this afternoon?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5548491721909051340?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5548491721909051340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5548491721909051340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5548491721909051340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5548491721909051340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/sushi-day.html' title='Sushi Day!'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtJd1DTN2I/AAAAAAAABPo/Z7h3rUUtLXw/s72-c/Sushi+Day+082910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2434799578989546811</id><published>2010-08-30T00:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:06:11.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Wine Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;This is 5 people who have incredibly enjoyed the wine festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtG0tp2SbI/AAAAAAAABPI/-3dCU4tEIGw/s1600/WineFestival+082910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtG0tp2SbI/AAAAAAAABPI/-3dCU4tEIGw/s320/WineFestival+082910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;This one of my best friends and the new significant other.  First time I'd met her.  I even like her.  Which is saying a lot.  Because there are not many people that I would say that about.  Wait. That came out wrong.  What I meant was, there aren't many people that I think are good enough to date said friend.  In 20 years, I've gotten to be pretty protective.  But that's a story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtG0-wRslI/AAAAAAAABPQ/UHzFiD_s8NU/s1600/082910+Kurt+Christine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtG0-wRslI/AAAAAAAABPQ/UHzFiD_s8NU/s320/082910+Kurt+Christine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;The Pusher and hubby.  Check out the big wine glasses.  They are Awesome. And this year I got to take mine home because the Pusher didn't steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtG1p6cyXI/AAAAAAAABPY/9urHK_oW6S4/s1600/082910+Chris+Sharon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtG1p6cyXI/AAAAAAAABPY/9urHK_oW6S4/s320/082910+Chris+Sharon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2434799578989546811?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2434799578989546811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2434799578989546811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2434799578989546811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2434799578989546811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/lots-of-wine-later.html' title='Lots of Wine Later'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtG0tp2SbI/AAAAAAAABPI/-3dCU4tEIGw/s72-c/WineFestival+082910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5735369096067916995</id><published>2010-08-30T00:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:53:48.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blathering</title><content type='html'>Random blathering.  That is what this qualifies as.  As if anything else I ever blog about has a purpose.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I no longer think that this ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; ) looks like a guy drowning.  But this one ( \o/ ) definitely does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still can't spell definitely without the spell check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.riverfrontwinefestival.com/"&gt;Omaha Riverfront Wine Festival &lt;/a&gt;was a blast.  we drank way too many 1 oz glasses of wine.  The VIP ticket was really the way to go.  I dumped about as many glasses as I drank.  And most of what I drank was white wines.  Which is pretty unusual for me.  Found out after trying some of the wines that were REALLY good, the ones I thought I liked weren't as good as I thought they were.  Still, &lt;a href="http://www.jamesarthurvineyards.com/"&gt;James Arthu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamesarthurvineyards.com/"&gt;r Vineyards&lt;/a&gt; wins as having our favorite wines.  We once again spent the last of our time there.  Didn't make it to ANY of the classes that we'd planned on.  Just was stupid about parking, walked for miles to get there and then drank a lot of water and then too much wine.  : )  It sure was fun though.  And just for the RECORD, the Pusher's husband wins the award for the loudest and happiest drunk.  it was hysterical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have officially worked for 20 days straight.  I'm tired.  It will be 23 when I finally get/take a day off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't have the big project done.  Hopefully tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dachshund dog that Son2 brought with him is driving me crazy.  He insists on barking all of the time.  Won't leave Roxanne alone.  Licks your face.  Jumps on and off of you repeatedly when you are trying to lay down on the couch.  Runs off if you don't tie him up when he is outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1919 my great-grandfather, Fred was discharged from the Army.  He  kept his WW1 uniform, cap, helmet, canteen, mess kit and ammo belt  stored in a huge trunk. Friday, my mom and dad went through it and found all this plus  live ammunition.  My mom called me to ask what to do with live ammo that has been stored for nearly 100 years.  The police department was nice enough to come pick it up.  This is my great-grandpa.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtHDJTKPBI/AAAAAAAABPg/OwM4GXVIOUk/s1600/Grandpa+Fred+WWI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtHDJTKPBI/AAAAAAAABPg/OwM4GXVIOUk/s320/Grandpa+Fred+WWI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511076688379395090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go to bed.  but I'm not really tired.  Brain dead but not tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm going to go load some pics.  Back in a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5735369096067916995?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5735369096067916995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5735369096067916995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5735369096067916995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5735369096067916995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-blathering.html' title='Random Blathering'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/THtHDJTKPBI/AAAAAAAABPg/OwM4GXVIOUk/s72-c/Grandpa+Fred+WWI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1982919129203473627</id><published>2010-08-30T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:08:42.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies By That Guy Who Does All of The Sounds With His Mouth</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of obsessed with this Mike Tompkins guy's music.  But then I saw an interview of him.  He is a slightly cocky guy.  But then again, with his talent he's probably earned it.  But he's cocky.  I don't much like cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said cocky three times.  Can't even remember the last time I used it.  And I just used it three times.  huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KXPWh2Jk1nc/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXPWh2Jk1nc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXPWh2Jk1nc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1982919129203473627?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1982919129203473627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1982919129203473627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1982919129203473627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1982919129203473627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/fireflies-by-that-guy-who-does-all-of.html' title='Fireflies By That Guy Who Does All of The Sounds With His Mouth'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2050816782888850225</id><published>2010-08-27T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:43:04.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>It is still Friday in 3/4 of the US so I may have brought it down to the wire but it is on baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My home laptop is driving me absolutely bonkers.  So if we can make it through this without me having to switch to the Husband's computer I'll be absolutely surprised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Babe has done 4 different 100 piece puzzles this week.  A few pieces were added by Son2 or myself to help her get over a rough patch but she did 95% of them herself.  Dollar Tree has some pretty rocking puzzles.  For a dollar.  I think we have bought one of each that they have there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need new tennis shoes.  When I went walking yesterday this was very apparent.  They just aren't cushy anymore.  The problems that this brings though are that I did not budget new shoes into the budget this month.  Nor next month.  I need to find myself a good sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone left a stuffed animal that talks in the couch.  I know this because I sat on the couch and the couch started talking.  Which throws you off a little when you've had a couple of glasses of wine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just yelled at Husband for no reason.  I'd say I'm on overload.  What do you think?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house is an absolute disaster.  There are people coming here from out of town and I don't have the time to clean it because I have to work again in the morning.  And the maid quit.  Good thing it is a friend who doesn't care what my house looks like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got nothing.  How can I have nothing when this is random stuff?  Overload.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took Tolstoy six years to write "War and Peace."  It has taken me 15 years to read it.  And I'm not done.  I have a copy. But I'm not sure where it even is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've still got nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow is Riverfront Wine Festival.  Have I mentioned that?  After this last couple of weeks, it will be nice to do something fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Wow.  that was lame.  We'll try this again tomorrow after the Wine Festival.  I bet those 10 will be interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2050816782888850225?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2050816782888850225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2050816782888850225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2050816782888850225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2050816782888850225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-random-things-for-friday_27.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2306869367239918447</id><published>2010-08-27T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:41:04.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... Yeah.</title><content type='html'>I know.  I haven't posted a 10 things.  Thanks for the reminder friend.  It won't be until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you though.  Thanks for trying to keep me on track.  But right now I'm not even on the train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2306869367239918447?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2306869367239918447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2306869367239918447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2306869367239918447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2306869367239918447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-yeah.html' title='Um... Yeah.'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-786782432993695222</id><published>2010-08-24T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:09:14.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Taste Wine</title><content type='html'>My name is Carolyn and I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt; addict.  And I like wine.  And we're going to the Riverfront Wine Festival this weekend.  It will be our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year in a row.  Which probably makes it a tradition.  And this year we bought the VIP tickets so we get "unlimited" tastings.  Which is really just a ticket to taste 1 oz glasses of wine until you find one that you REALLY like and then you go buy a bottle of it and fight for a place to sit down and drink said bottle while the sun tries to kill you and you remember that you forgot to put on sunscreen and you didn't wear a hat, why? Or so I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt; thing.  Today's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt; Deal for Omaha is a half price "grand tasting" ticket plus 10 additional tasting coupons for $20.  Pretty darn good deal.  If I hadn't already gotten my own ticket, I'd be all over it.  So now I'm trying to recruit others to come and enjoy the afternoon with us.  Wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt; deals?  At the bottom they always have some little tidbit of knowledge (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt; Says) that is usually related to the subject of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt;.  Today's is &lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/groupon_says/groupon-says-59118588-40541050"&gt;How To Properly Taste Wine.&lt;/a&gt;  I laughed out loud.  But then again, I may be a little bit punchy with being tired from working so many days in a row and all.  But I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I found it &lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/groupon_says/groupon-says-59118588-40541050"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="divider"&gt;How to Properly Taste Wine&lt;/h3&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;For total wine enjoyment, the wine drinker must  engage in a multi-step process designed to enhance the flavor, body, and  unique characteristics with each sip: &lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give the wine in your glass one of three names: "Gary," "Darryl," or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Garryl&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring the wine glass to your right eye and stare deeply  into it for at least 30 minutes, until you can no longer tell where the  wine ends and you begin. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting with your left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; and moving right, fully  submerge each of your fingers into the wine glass until all fingers are  in the glass. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a sip and slosh it around. When someone gives you some surprising news, spit it out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put all of the wine from your glass into your mouth, but  don't swallow. When all the wine is in there, open your mouth and say,  "Keys. Once angry keeping flagrant." Enjoy the wine that is left in your  mouth.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OK so after reading it a second time, it may not be as funny as I thought.  Oh well.  It was worth a giggle though.  In a "who the hello took the time to write this and thought it was funny" kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.  Anybody want to go with us to the Wine Festival?  Saturday.  Be there or be square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-786782432993695222?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/786782432993695222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=786782432993695222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/786782432993695222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/786782432993695222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-taste-wine.html' title='How To Taste Wine'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-2267659791506234308</id><published>2010-08-23T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:15:47.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think My Brain Has Shut Off</title><content type='html'>I think my brain has shut off.  Like ceasing to function off.  I've worked so many hours this last two weeks that I think I just hit tilt.  And Saturday is a long way off it seems.  I need to regroup.  I'm not stressed about it anymore.  I've passed stressed.  Not in a "I'm so stressed I'm at whatever comes after that" stage kind of way.  But more of a "I've reached an odd sense of calm that comes after you crack" kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my brain shut off.  It had to change gears too many times today.  And it refuses to do much of anything now.  I'm going to go pick up the Babe and try again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.  This was my brain dump.  I have to regroup now.  I'm thinking it will involve Diet Coke and a chik'n sandwich.  I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-2267659791506234308?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2267659791506234308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=2267659791506234308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2267659791506234308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/2267659791506234308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-my-brain-has-shut-off.html' title='I Think My Brain Has Shut Off'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-1359531042821940664</id><published>2010-08-23T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:27:35.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stole This</title><content type='html'>Suzy over at &lt;a href="http://itwalkedonmypillow.blogspot.com"&gt; It Walked on My Pillow&lt;/a&gt; shared this today.  I've seen this guy before.  But every time I am amazed.  Oh to have this kind of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wlW5c4tInvY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlW5c4tInvY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlW5c4tInvY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-1359531042821940664?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1359531042821940664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=1359531042821940664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1359531042821940664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/1359531042821940664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-stole-this.html' title='I Stole This'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-3429042435594631885</id><published>2010-08-22T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:26:34.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Recipe Sites</title><content type='html'>This is for my sister.  But y'all can visit them too if you want.  Yummies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalynskitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kalyn's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; - Low Carb Friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; - NOT low carb friendly  but way good recipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savorysweetlife.com/"&gt;Savory Sweet Life&lt;/a&gt; - Easy family friendly recipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/"&gt;Tasty Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; - Pioneer Woman Driven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kblog.lunchboxbunch.com/"&gt;Healthy. Happy. Life. &lt;/a&gt;- Awesome recipes.  usually easy.  always Vegan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/"&gt;Simply Recipes&lt;/a&gt; - I've found lots of easy family recipes.  they are kind of hit and miss though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.fatfreevegan.com/"&gt;FatFree Vegan Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; - I haven't made anything from here that wasn't good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karmafreecooking.wordpress.com/"&gt;Karma-Free Cooking&lt;/a&gt; - Good stuff.  Some of her ingredients aren't always easy to find though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastnightsdinner.net/"&gt;Last Night's Dinner&lt;/a&gt; - She relies a lot on other people's cookbooks but she's honest about how they turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  that should keep you busy for a while.  but if nothing else, you can always just have a peanut butter sandwich.  : )  adding Nutella would switch it up a little bit.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-3429042435594631885?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3429042435594631885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=3429042435594631885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3429042435594631885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/3429042435594631885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favorite-recipe-sites.html' title='My Favorite Recipe Sites'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-7807964949969965479</id><published>2010-08-20T00:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:34:00.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things for a Friday</title><content type='html'>This week has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carppy&lt;/span&gt;.  But I think we've already covered that so I'm going to try and not carry it over to here.  It's worth a shot, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Babe started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-school this week!  She loves it.  I love that she loves it.  But I still cry a little every morning when I drop her off.  Yes.  I am sappy.  And emotional.  but what of it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom's twin sister lives in the Minneapolis metro area.  We used to go to her house ALL of the time when I was growing up.  It was the first place my parents let me drive to that wasn't within 30 miles of my house.  It was a refuge when my teenage self thought I needed to get away from my parents.  Being at my Aunt's probably saved my life more than once.  This has gotten long enough that it should probably get it's own post.  So we'll let this go for now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Dutch Pancake is called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pannekoeken&lt;/span&gt;.  We used to eat them in Minneapolis at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pannekoeken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Huis&lt;/span&gt;.  Which is apparently the Minneapolis Dutch version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt;.  This all comes about because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cascadian&lt;/span&gt; Farms had a &lt;a href="http://blog.cascadianfarm.com/category/food/honey-peach-pannekoeken.aspx"&gt;cool recipe&lt;/a&gt; for a peach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pannekoeken&lt;/span&gt; this week.  My favorite way to have them was with strawberries and powdered sugar.  I think I'll take a shot at the peach one this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a parade tomorrow in our little version of downtown.  It is a joint venture with the Air Force Base.  And it kicks off a week of pretty cool events.  The Babe LOVES parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The week includes an air show.  We don't need to get tickets to the air show.  They fly over our house.  Which leads to much better views anyway.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Son2 has decided that he wants to live here again.  Which is good.  Because I miss him terribly when he isn't here.  Now all I have to do is get Jr. and family to move here.  Then my evil plan will be complete!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes.  Personally, I'm pretty tired of falling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a &lt;a href="http://www.prairiedogmag.com/?p=8090"&gt;Yarn Bomber&lt;/a&gt; when I grow up.  I got the idea from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;elena&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://itwalkedonmypillow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;itwalkedonmypillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  She is going to be one too.  This would however mean that I would have to learn how to knit.  or crochet.  Which I think we have talked about this before.  you see, I can't do either.  so when I need something knit, or crocheted or sewn for that matter, I just pay my friend &lt;a href="www.candejoscreations.com"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt; to do it.  Do you think I would still be a yarn bomber if I used someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; creation and i just paid for it and put it on random parking meters?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For quite a while yesterday I thought it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;.  but alas, it was not.  This was a very depressing moment.  But then again it was good.  Because I have A LOT of things to do before the end of the month and that just gave me an extra day.  kind of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite color this week is white.  Because that is the color I found underneath all of the black and gray that my husband had left as the ring around the tub.  Having a mechanic for a husband means you have to wash your tub every time he bathes.  so luckily I only have to do it once every other week or so.          &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  that was a lie.  he does bathe at least once a week.      &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  that was a lie too.   he does bathe most every day.  but don't tell him I told you because then he'll think I was talking about him being naked or something and then that gets hard to explain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Happy birthday to you if your birthday is August 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  Happy early birthday to you if your birthday is this week!  Happy belated birthday to you if you just had it and I missed it.  I don't know why I'm talking about birthdays.  I must need cake with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;buttercream&lt;/span&gt; frosting or something.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Anywhoooo&lt;/span&gt;.  Happy Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well my stalker friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-7807964949969965479?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7807964949969965479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=7807964949969965479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7807964949969965479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/7807964949969965479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-random-things-for-friday_20.html' title='10 Random Things for a Friday'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5222252771613172086</id><published>2010-08-17T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:35:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carppy Part II</title><content type='html'>If I check myself in to the looney bin will you all come visit?  i would hate to be there and not at least get postcards.  my mom used to send me postcards at camp.  do you think she'll send them to me at the looney bin?  do they even really have a looney bin anymore?  the psych hospital that used to be in the "city" closed.  i know because i worked near there at the time and i think they released them all into the park across the street.  them and the crack dealers had quite the week.  my shift key is stuck i think.  because I keep pushing it and i think it is only working about 20% of the time and that % sign was a 5 the first 3 times I pushed it.  and i had a carppy day.  it was just about as bad as yesterday's carppy day.  except that this time it involved 300 dollars worth of tires and towing for a car that isn't even mine, 3 whining dogs, and a bill collector.  and did i mention that it is 11:29 pm and the Babe is still awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.  it was about that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed and I'm going to try this life thing again tomorrow at 7:00 AM.  pray for me.  i hear there are no psych beds available in the metro area and I'm sure that they'd kick me out after 27 hours anyway.  because i have pretty stellarly sucky health insurance and all i really need is a good long nap and maybe someone to help me get caught up at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy.  let's hope for brighter days tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5222252771613172086?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5222252771613172086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5222252771613172086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5222252771613172086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5222252771613172086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/carppy-part-ii.html' title='Carppy Part II'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4203723986281395022.post-5332790882660487211</id><published>2010-08-16T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:53:00.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Mean, Really?</title><content type='html'>OK.  So here's the deal.  (I say it that way because that is how I really talk you know).  So here is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CARPPY&lt;/span&gt; day.  (and yes.  I know I just spelled that wrong.  It's intentional)  It was monumentally so.  Every time I turned around something else fell on my head.  Short of someone dying, it was THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I come home.  Where I decide to check my yahoo mail account.  One of the dozen email addresses I can't seem to cut down on.  But anyhow... I check my email address that starts with candles.  And I realize that this one group that I used to get 12 emails a day from that I got ZERO emails from them today.  ZERO.  They are in the middle of a pretty heated "discussion".  So I am SURE that there not were ZERO emails today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see.. yesterday someone on the email list figured out who I was.  And that I had a "connection" to the group that they are "fighting" against.  But I am on the side of the group that I got ZERO emails from today.  So apparently they realized who I was.  They apparently now see me as an infiltrator.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; people. I am on YOUR side.  I agree with what you are saying and what you want.  And I have a vested interest in seeing what you are fighting for happen.  And you cut me off of your email list rather than ask me about why I asked to be part of your group?  What side I stand on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they not realize that having the relationship that I have with the people they are "arguing" with that I could not be a TOOL in their fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now granted yesterday, I was complaining to Husband about how many emails they send a day.  And kind of giggling about how they are handling some of this.  And saying that I wondered about whether or not I should maybe not be associated with them.  Even though I agree with their side.  And seriously?  Do you they have to be as anti- everything as they are being?  I mean it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt; for heaven sakes.  But no.  So that was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on my monumentally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carrpy&lt;/span&gt; day they decide to &lt;span onmouseover="sh(this)"&gt;defenestrate me from their group? (yes I know that was a big word.  Go look it up.  &lt;a href="http://freethesaurus.net/s.php?q=kick%20out"&gt;I found it here&lt;/a&gt;.  I just used it to look like I was smart or something.)  But anyway.. the defenestrated me from their group today.  And it kind of made me sad in a "what do you mean you don't like me anymore" kind of way.  And it kind of made me angry in a "what do you mean you are kicking me out because now you know who I am and I can't put a sign in my yard" kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all of the things to bother me and cry about on my monumentally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carrpy&lt;/span&gt; day, I care about this why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4203723986281395022-5332790882660487211?l=carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5332790882660487211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4203723986281395022&amp;postID=5332790882660487211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5332790882660487211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4203723986281395022/posts/default/5332790882660487211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynslostsanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-mean-really.html' title='I Mean, Really?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15896049149010047585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzU0ee44WeY/R32sHA58v6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sa-SnbuS0Lc/S220/carolynshoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
