<?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-1974286442264923746</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:20:32.147-08:00</updated><category term='video'/><category term='Oswego'/><category term='Kyrin'/><category term='Pedro'/><category term='Math'/><category term='WW'/><category term='Jen'/><category term='General'/><category term='Bob'/><category term='Cher'/><title type='text'>The Pi Lady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3974799891784461993</id><published>2011-06-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:45:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 15 – A song that describes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;My song. And only my song. It was obviously written about me. And only me. Other girls need to find a different song. As my Courtney would say - "MY SONG!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/10738004?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10738004"&gt;Van Morrison - Brown Eyed Girl&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3539448"&gt;Maya M&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3974799891784461993?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3974799891784461993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3974799891784461993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3974799891784461993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3974799891784461993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-15.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 15'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3579038738558385480</id><published>2011-06-06T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:09:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 14 – A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The swearing is prolific. The message to women is sketchy at best. The 'man' hating is front and center. And this song is on every running playlist I've made. Actually, 10-12 Jay-Z songs rotate through my running playlists. This is my favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WwoM5fLITfk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;This is my second favorite slash tie-for-first. I posted it just because it's not as well known. Go for a run. Seriously. You'll feel like you're flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T72BPZGNW6M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3579038738558385480?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3579038738558385480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3579038738558385480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3579038738558385480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3579038738558385480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-14.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 14'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WwoM5fLITfk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8005663438456301294</id><published>2011-06-05T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:53:03.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 13 – A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Love me some Pitbull. His sideways smile/snarl, his attitude, his heritage.... Yum.... I wonder if "Mr. Worldwide" has discovered the west side of Cleveland....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LefQdEMJP1I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;You listened to it twice too, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8005663438456301294?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8005663438456301294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8005663438456301294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8005663438456301294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8005663438456301294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-13.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 13'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LefQdEMJP1I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-5045640126005682320</id><published>2011-06-04T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:01:13.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 12 – A song from a band you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Ugh. So many to choose from!! Can I choose a person and not a band? Well, it's my blog, and it's my challenge, and it's still my birthday, so yes. I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Sorry, Julia. I hate Justin Bieber. No, I don't hate all music or artists gears at the "tween" age group. I actually like that there are young people who can be positive influences to 5th and 6th graders. I think Selena Gomez (Justin's gf. Yes, I actually subscribe to People Magazine and, yes, I await my Friday mail delivery like Garfield waits for lasagna) is really cute. I never minded Ashley Tisdale, Demi Lovato or even Miley Cyrus. I just really hate Justin. I think his rise to fame and his UBER popularity has been completely blown out of proportion. I think he's going to be in therapy by the time he's 20 (a whole 3 year away!) or in rehab before that! I think he's a little jerk who can kind-of-sort-of dance and maybe-in-the-shower sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;And since I really only know the name of *one* Justin Bieber song, that's what I'm being forced to post. So, here ya go. Gather your 6+ year old children around - they'll love me. (and I just threw up in my mouth a little when I saw that this video has been viewed 557+ MILLION times) Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kffacxfA7G4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-5045640126005682320?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/5045640126005682320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=5045640126005682320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5045640126005682320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5045640126005682320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-12.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 12'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kffacxfA7G4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8481418302425961383</id><published>2011-06-04T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:50:32.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 11 – A song from your favorite band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Picking my favorite band is like picking my favorite song. It depends on my mood, my age, the time of day, how many cocktails I've had.... Today, it's my birthday. And I'm picking Phish. I started listening to Phish in high school as most of my friends did. The band is from just across the lake from my hometown of Plattsburgh, NY and I like to think that *we* knew about them before anyone else. Well, us and the entire student body of UVM... My dad told he met them once, before they were 'famous' at a philosophy convention since some (all?) of them were philosophy majors at UVM. That made my dad cool. For that day. Phish got me through high school. my early college years, the summers between college years.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I've fallen off the Phish wagon in the recent years. They announced their retirement, but like all the greats (and no-so-greats) they're back on tour this summer. I wish, in a way, I could go to a show. But, I don't know if I even would go if I could. I really like my memories of my 10+ shows, the friends I had at those shows, the drugs that were ingested, the memories created. I think I'll let those past experiences be just that - *past* experiences. I would hate for my 34 year old self try to live up to or change my 19 year old self's memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;So, one of the first songs I was exposed to that was performed in my lovely hometown at one of Phish's first multi-day festivals, The Clifford Ball. I was in the crowd. Can you see me? Just kidding. I was there though.... Enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/24B5dkF2dG4/"&gt;Phish - Slave to the Traffic Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8481418302425961383?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8481418302425961383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8481418302425961383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8481418302425961383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8481418302425961383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-11.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 11'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7886846728868634043</id><published>2011-06-02T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:22:31.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 10 – A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I have listened to music to fall asleep since I was about 12. I learned the beauty of the 'sleep' button on my alarm clock and, with the help of technology, have been able to fall asleep using headphones, tv's, iPods, etc to fall asleep. I love it. This song, the whole cd actually, is one of my favorite relaxing songs. I still have it on my iPod and listen to it while drinking wine in the bathtub. The cd was played out, literally, in my Sony Discman while at Camp Mason. (Skip to about the 1:30 mark in the video, unless you want to hear him, and his hair, speak in his crazy accent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UCxBTvioGXg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7886846728868634043?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7886846728868634043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7886846728868634043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7886846728868634043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7886846728868634043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-10.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 10'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UCxBTvioGXg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4352346130932734076</id><published>2011-06-02T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:15:31.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 9 – A song that you can dance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I do like to dance to this song. But I actually 'danced' to this song. In a choreographed routine with two friends at my 7th grade talent show. It was awful. But we thought it was phenomenal. I was mouthing the words and the dance moves were emphasized by our awesome Au Coton skirts and opposite colored suspenders. But the song is still good. I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/El1kgCqD7Xk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4352346130932734076?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4352346130932734076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4352346130932734076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4352346130932734076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4352346130932734076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge-day-9.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 9'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/El1kgCqD7Xk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3097020521380221851</id><published>2011-05-31T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:13:50.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 8 – A song that you know all the words to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I worked at YMCA Camp Mason in Blairstown, New Jersey for 6 years through high school and into college as a camp counselor. It's like a fraternity or sorority - you're in it for life. And the people you meet there are in it too. And you talk about it all the time. The funny stuff, the not-so-funny stuff, you share pictures, you share names and addresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Camp Mason taught me a LOT about life, about love, about friendship, about food poisoning, about everything.  This song reminds me of the summer of 1992, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;The summer of my first big, HUGE crush, Mark, that I got into trouble for since he was a counselor and I was not, (only a CIT at that point), the summer I figured out that I could be whoever I wanted to be when people didn't know me (since my high school experience sucked, and this was 8 hours away from high school....) and the summer I decided that I wanted to be a camp counselor. For a long, LONG time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;And 2-3 times every summer, I learned the words to a song to teach my cabin (sometimes with other cabins) to perform at the session's talent show. Sometimes I performed with them, other times I was perfectly happy to sit and watch. This was one I helped to perform. Complete with awesome dance moves. Fit for the 9 year olds that agreed to use this song. Poor girls. And it became kind of my 'theme song' for that summer.  You know the words too. Sing with me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a5_QV97eYqM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3097020521380221851?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3097020521380221851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3097020521380221851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3097020521380221851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3097020521380221851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-8.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 8'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a5_QV97eYqM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7609189323585559259</id><published>2011-05-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:08:48.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 7 – A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;This song reminds me of moving to Florida. I was finally living in a real 'city' with real radio stations and I heard this and thought I'd gone to heaven. I got a job the first few weeks living there as a bank teller and had to drive from New Tampa to Largo (about 60 minutes one way) for training. 5 days of sitting in rush hour traffic going to and coming from work. This song would play at least once on the radio. And if it didn't, I'd be disappointed. Thank goodness it seemed to be on a good rotation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I've always loved dance/techno/house/trance music but when I heard this, I needed more. I started hearing about Ybor City and the dance clubs there. I eventually *went* to a few of the dance clubs and would have lived there if it hadn't been for jobs or college. Humph. Stupid responsibilities. But I thank Cheryl and Pete and eventually Dave for going to The Amphitheater with me all those weekends. I miss it sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;The video has MUCH to be desired. Unless you're on ecstasy. Then it might be really cool. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w15oWDh02K4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7609189323585559259?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7609189323585559259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7609189323585559259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7609189323585559259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7609189323585559259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-7.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 7'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w15oWDh02K4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7515098276018626858</id><published>2011-05-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:49:06.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 6</title><content type='html'>Day 6 - A song that reminds you of somewhere.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy. Honeymoon. Scotland. Driving on the wrong side of the road. Loved it. Not a huge fan of the song. But it reminds me/us of Scotland every time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pw8PpYBiDsc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7515098276018626858?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7515098276018626858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7515098276018626858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7515098276018626858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7515098276018626858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-6.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 6'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pw8PpYBiDsc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-756701119663984518</id><published>2011-05-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T17:27:33.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 5 – A song that reminds you of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I know a lot of people. A lot. Not that I'm uber popular or shallow, but I can seriously tell you how I know all 400+ people on my facebook page personally. This made today's challenge especially hard. I thought of a song and then the person(s) I think of because of that song. I thought of a person and then the songs that I associated with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Last night's post got me into the high school mode. And who better to remember than my friend Lisa. She and I were peas in a pod in high school. We each had other friends but it seemed we always found each other on the weekends, random Tuesday evenings, over the summer, between jobs, etc. We got into trouble together, doing practically nothing, and were model students together. We partied, drove drunk friends around, took offices in the French Club. Mostly though, we drove around. And around. And around. We both had access to a car, not *our own* car, but a car. And we drove. We figured out the school bus to trailer ratio in Peru, we had picnics on abandoned house's lawns, and we drove. For hours. And this song, on a mixed tape of mine, was played a LOT. We'd often drive around until this song was over. Like around the block. 5 minutes late for curfew was standard. And it was Lynyrd Skynyrd's fault. Hope you don't have anything to do for the next 10 minutes. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CkTQUtx818w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-756701119663984518?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/756701119663984518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=756701119663984518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/756701119663984518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/756701119663984518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-5.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 5'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CkTQUtx818w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-2632077238989407116</id><published>2011-05-27T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T20:01:29.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4 - A song that makes you sad&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 16, this song played continuously. This was my teen angst song. One, it has the work "fuck" in it a million times which pissed my parents off. Two, there's a love/hate thing going on. At the time, I was hoping that someday, some guy would love me so much that if/when we broke up, *he'd* play this song continuously wishing he hadn't fucked things up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the 'wait list' for Anthony Kiedis' book where it supposedly says this is a song written after Sinead O'Connor blew him off after he professed his love to her. I love that crap. See? Even rock stars don't get everything they want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it make me sad? I picture my hormonal teenage self trying to figure things out and this song seemed to be the answer. This song?! I picture Kiedis (total crush then and now) sitting, writing, no - scribbling! - these song lyrics wondering how he could screw up so royally. Sad, sad, sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MJCiJC2MM5Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-2632077238989407116?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/2632077238989407116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=2632077238989407116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2632077238989407116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2632077238989407116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-4.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 4'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MJCiJC2MM5Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-1432154716589745716</id><published>2011-05-26T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:48:14.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 - A song that makes you happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this song. It was used in a VW commercial in 2002 and I just chalked it up to a cool commercial. Years later I heard it used in a Jim Carey movie trailer (get to googling, geeks!) and started investigating. I found out about the band, the song and it actually became one of my very first true 'downloads'. This song is on EVERY running playlist I've ever made. I put it on repeat sometimes so it plays 3-4 times in a row. And I smile every. single. time. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/98P-gu_vMRc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I love VW that much (yes, I'm a freak) here's the commercial. Rad, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ox655_y_S8Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-1432154716589745716?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/1432154716589745716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=1432154716589745716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1432154716589745716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1432154716589745716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-3.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 3'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/98P-gu_vMRc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4777767359908759364</id><published>2011-05-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:36:54.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 - Your least favorite song&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not afraid to admit that I hate country. I know a LOT of people who do like it - the old country, the new stuff, the pop country, etc. Ever since Shania Twain and Miley's dad "crossed over" into the pop world with their feel-like-a-woman-achy-breaky-hearts, I've hated country. Fast forward to this generation of pop country stars. Carrie Underwood, Lady Antebellum and the country pop princess herself, Taylor Swift, have disturbed my top-40 listening pleasure lately. Not that there aren't terrible top-40 songs out there (just wait) or artists. And I know that everyone has their opinion, and this is just mine, but Taylor Swift drives me INSANE. I don't like her voice, I don't like her songs, I don't like her videos, I don't like her. I think she writes perfect songs for the 16 year old that she is. I think she has terrific people promoting the sh*t out of her and her music and - poof - a pop star. Her lyrics drive me crazy. Her teen love angst is overrated. Yes, everyone feels like that sometimes, but then I turned 18 and actually realized that *everyone* feels like that and I wasn't a leper and moved on. I turn the channel (tv or otherwise) when she's on. Bleck. There. Least favorite song? Of Taylor's there are so many to choose from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xKCek6_dB0M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, listen, before you start coming down on me, this is MY opinion. If you want to do this challenge and pick a Taylor Swift song for EVERY SINGLE CHOICE - have at it. I won't b*tch about your opinions. Don't b*tch about mine. Kthxbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4777767359908759364?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4777767359908759364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4777767359908759364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4777767359908759364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4777767359908759364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-2.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 2'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xKCek6_dB0M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8445317072786894096</id><published>2011-05-24T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:25:44.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Ok. Fine. I'll just start. I have been thinking about it and actually putting MEGA pressure on myself to really do it EVERY DAY and to stick with it, blah, blah, blah. You know what? I'll start and if I skip a day, I'll catch up. And if I skip a few days, I'll catch up. I've got 2 young kids and a (probable) November half marathon to train for. Busy is an understatement....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Your Favorite Song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This changes daily. Weekly. Monthly. Yearly. So, here it is for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like her. A lot. This was the first song I heard and knew it was Adele. It prompted me to find out about her and listen to more of her music. Love. Her. Lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8445317072786894096?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8445317072786894096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8445317072786894096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8445317072786894096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8445317072786894096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-song-challenge-day-1.html' title='30 day song challenge - Day 1'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-965281108479401122</id><published>2011-04-06T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:09:29.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>Maybe getting back into blogging would be a good thing. Maybe it would be too much. I've thought about it, but I've often thought I need a 'reason' to blog. People have goals, &lt;a href="http://blogs.salon.com/0001399/"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Crockpot Lady&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anothermotherrunner.com/"&gt;RLAM&lt;/a&gt;, etc. all have clear 'reasons' to blog. Me? I bitch, I moan, I sometimes quip... but a reason? Not usually. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I just found one. A 30 day blog challenge. I'm still undecided, but if I get started, I'll let ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Challenge Info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 – Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 – Your least favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 – A song that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 – A song that makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 – A song that reminds you of someone&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 – A song that reminds of you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 – A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 – A song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 – A song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – A song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – A song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – A song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – A song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – A song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – A song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-965281108479401122?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/965281108479401122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=965281108479401122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/965281108479401122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/965281108479401122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-9152084666262711839</id><published>2011-04-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:00:30.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah - I'm crazy</title><content type='html'>I'm testing out the blog-o-sphere again. We shall see what happens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p47fEXGabaY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-9152084666262711839?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/9152084666262711839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=9152084666262711839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/9152084666262711839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/9152084666262711839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2011/04/yeah-im-crazy.html' title='Yeah - I&apos;m crazy'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p47fEXGabaY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7406948766092408051</id><published>2009-07-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:17:23.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SmE-nqXhj1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Owbg-0yB2h0/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SmE-nqXhj1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Owbg-0yB2h0/s200/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633882656378706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SmE-nqXhj1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Owbg-0yB2h0/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SmE-nqXhj1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Owbg-0yB2h0/s200/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633882656378706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - this picture is posted twice. It's to honor my two darling girls who have enough snot coming out of their heads for the entire population of Madagascar. Katie, my older daughter, is 2.5 and can take some OTC meds that help a bit. But they make her groggy and lethargic. My little one, Courtney, is almost 5 months old. Which means NO meds of any kind. So the lovely blue sucker bulb, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SmE9jCd883I/AAAAAAAAAGo/mwMDFznozUo/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SmE9jCd883I/AAAAAAAAAGo/mwMDFznozUo/s200/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359632703714816882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is a tried and true device of torture, will have to suffice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor girls. And their poor mommy and daddy. Let's hope we ALL feel better soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7406948766092408051?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7406948766092408051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7406948766092408051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7406948766092408051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7406948766092408051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/07/snot.html' title='Snot'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SmE-nqXhj1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Owbg-0yB2h0/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4044341798469891240</id><published>2009-04-29T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:49:15.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to.....</title><content type='html'>..... be doing more of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDfEs4s5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BI0n0-oLW50/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDfEs4s5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BI0n0-oLW50/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330295466342527890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDeoUY6UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WFUd1YhqaMI/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDeoUY6UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WFUd1YhqaMI/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330295458723588418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDeWpo5QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/U0KgHyzStMM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDeWpo5QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/U0KgHyzStMM/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330295453980878082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDeAaF4jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sGmoKTUS_nM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDeAaF4jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sGmoKTUS_nM/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330295448010089010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4044341798469891240?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4044341798469891240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4044341798469891240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4044341798469891240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4044341798469891240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to.html' title='I want to.....'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SfkDfEs4s5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BI0n0-oLW50/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4020254456237484924</id><published>2009-04-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:12:10.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' it out</title><content type='html'>I've had a touch of the baby blues lately. I've come to realize that I am not going to be at my job, which I really like(d), for YEARS and that I've become a full time mom. I love being a mom, but I was a working mom for a long time. Now I'm a mom. And a mom. Oh - and a mom. That's it. That's how it felt/feels right now. So, I decided to use my time wisely and get back to the gym! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was home with Katie before I went back to work, I really enjoyed going to the gym. They have a great daycare/babysitting room that is included in our membership. The people that watch the kids are friendly and follow a pretty regular schedule so the same people are usually there around the same time. They'll give the babies bottles and keep the older kids occupied with activities, crafts and a cool playground. And if things get too crazy and staff member will come and find you to help alleviate any temper tantrums or the like. But, they don't come and get you unless they REALLY need you. The staff are very good at trying just about everything to settle a kiddo before they hunt you down. They know that this may be your only hour alone. They had to get me one time for Katie and it was because she had pinched her finger in a door and wouldn't calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I signed Courtney up last week and headed to the gym today! I timed it out so she had just eaten and needed a nap. I packed her in the car where she promptly fell asleep. She stayed asleep the whole hour-and-fifteen-minutes I was there. Pretty nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also happy about working toward my goal of a 5K race. I was doing a program called Couch to 5K before I was pregnant with Courtney. I had made it to week 5 when I saw the double pink line. I tried to keep up the program, but pregnancy kicks my butt physically and I opted for naps on the couch rather than the treadmill. Well. I'M BACK!! I'm using our old, 1st generation iPod and have downloaded all the &lt;a href="http://www.djsteveboy.com/1day25k.html"&gt;podcasts&lt;/a&gt; that help me along. The program is a series of walking/running intervals that slowly condition your body. In about 9 weeks you'll have enough stamina to run a 5K in about 30 minutes. Not bad! So, today I completed the first day of week 1. I about died, but feel good and will do it again on Wednesday. I'm really hoping to keep going and run in a real, honest to goodness 5K sometime in the late summer or early fall. I want to pin a number on me and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your even remotely interested in running, you should try this program. I AM NOT a runner. and *I* can do this program. The workouts are short - between 25-45 minutes each - and the program is flexible. They recommend doing each workout 3 times a week with at least 1 day of rest in between. As the workouts get more challenging, I do them more than three times. The week 4 workout took me 6 times before I felt like I could go to week 5. No stress. Nobody's yelling at me because I need one more shot before I feel comfortable. It's on my iPod so nobody snickers "Ha ha! Look at her. She's doing the SAME workout 7 times." I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck. I'll try to post my progress as I move along and when I do my 5K I'll definitely post pictures and everything! Happy running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4020254456237484924?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4020254456237484924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4020254456237484924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4020254456237484924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4020254456237484924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/04/workin-it-out.html' title='Workin&apos; it out'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3032754371334209212</id><published>2009-04-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:47:17.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok - an update</title><content type='html'>I really only have time for a quickie update. The sound of me typing ALWAYS wakes up Courtney, our now almost 8 week old daughter. Yep - she's wriggling already. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten how busy a newborn really keeps you! Yes, she eats, sleeps and poops. But then there are the times when she'll ONLY sleep on you, or the times when she has gas and is just super uncomfortable, or the times she just cries - for her own baby reasons. I'm amazed at how LITTLE gets done during a day. I have all the good intentions in the world - get the laundry folded, the dishes in the dishwasher, her baby book started. And then something comes up. Today? She slept on my chest for 2 hours. Who am I to move a soundly, happily, warmly sleeping baby girl? Ok - so I kind of enjoyed it. =) And the laundry will get done. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add to the mix an almost two-and-a-half year old. Katie is in go-go-toddler mode constantly. She loves to color, play stickers, play kitchen, play outside, play inside, play, play, play. If we could harness just a pinky-finger-full of her energy, we'd be set for DAYS! She's adjusting to Courtney pretty well here at home. School is a different story. She's still going to full-time daycare for convenience. She likes it there, her teachers really like her, and it gives me a a chance to deal with Courtney's baby schedule (or lack thereof) during the day. But, Katie's having difficulty with how much attention she's receiving at school. She's a favorite among most of the teachers and she's moving into a room that 'there are no favorites'. Well, that doesn't sit well with Miss K. So, she whines and cries a lot. I think I'll pull her out in another week or two so she'll be home full-time. Then I can give both girls divided attention. Yeah - great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure we all have siblings. All parents with 2 or more children have gone through this. We can make it too. At least Katie's not causing physical harm to Courtney or Courtney's doesn't have colic or I didn't have triplets. We can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's an update. Nice, huh? Well, I'm still here and I took 10 minutes to update you. So, take what you can get! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3032754371334209212?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3032754371334209212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3032754371334209212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3032754371334209212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3032754371334209212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-update.html' title='Ok - an update'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4760178768840391939</id><published>2009-04-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:09:14.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please - come back!</title><content type='html'>I've been gone for a while. I'm doing some updating so please, come back. It won't always be exciting, I'm sure, but it will be updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4760178768840391939?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4760178768840391939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4760178768840391939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4760178768840391939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4760178768840391939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-come-back.html' title='Please - come back!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-2711915487136906482</id><published>2009-02-21T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:27:22.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You ready? I'm ready. You ready?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in labor. Yes - real labor. Contractions are coming about every 8-10 minutes. The on-call nurse told us to wait an hour OR until the contractions are 5-7 minutes apart and then call her back. She'll send us in at that point. Looks like this kid is on his/her way!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 21 or Feb 22. Not sure. We shall see soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share more updates when I can. It may be a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-2711915487136906482?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/2711915487136906482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=2711915487136906482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2711915487136906482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2711915487136906482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-ready-im-ready-you-ready.html' title='You ready? I&apos;m ready. You ready?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7762216894932412973</id><published>2009-02-16T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:58:41.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do NOT want to do this again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SZoX01K3LaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dBVdw1x3aRc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SZoX01K3LaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dBVdw1x3aRc/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303577707575455138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 year old daughter came home with a stomach bug. She spent all day Saturday throwing up and then the 'fun' diapers began. 24 hours. Not a big deal. She's back to her silly self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I wasn't feeling so hot. I went to bed early. An hour later I was making the first of about 7 mad dashes for the toilet. Yes - I had caught my daughter's stomach bug. While I'm SURE I was NOT attractive while vomiting, I couldn't help but think how utterly comical it must look. I am now 37 weeks pregnant - about as big as you can get. The way our bathroom is set up, the toilet has it's own little room with a door. Read LITTLE ROOM. Put giganto prego lady on her knees with her face in the bowl and then ask that pregnant lady to get up when she's done. I'm surprised there aren't literal dents in the wall. I probably looked drunk. No. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and for those who have never been pregnant before, let me tell you a little secret. You don't have great control over your 'other end' functions this late in pregnancy. So, heave your guts out so hard that you think your eyeballs are about to pop out and see if you can 'hold it in'. Good luck. I'll be here when you get over the shame and tell me about it. I'm just saying.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7762216894932412973?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7762216894932412973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7762216894932412973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7762216894932412973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7762216894932412973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-not-want-to-do-this-again.html' title='I do NOT want to do this again!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SZoX01K3LaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dBVdw1x3aRc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-1105098186124053907</id><published>2009-01-08T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:34:50.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the betting type?</title><content type='html'>Baby #2 is coming. No - not now! But soon. Think you know when? Wanna make a bet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit our Baby Guessing Game! You can guess the gender, weight, length and date/time of birth. &lt;a href="http://www.expectnet.com/games/BabyGunn2"&gt;Here's the link&lt;/a&gt; to our game. The game name (no spaces) is BabyGunn2.  Remember - the game is open to everyone - family, friends, co-workers, and some of my students. PLEASE be sure to write how you know us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-1105098186124053907?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/1105098186124053907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=1105098186124053907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1105098186124053907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1105098186124053907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-betting-type.html' title='Are you the betting type?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3574078005096217324</id><published>2009-01-07T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:58:58.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SWVPLHvb0NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iAVnSnYhQ9g/s1600-h/pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SWVPLHvb0NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iAVnSnYhQ9g/s400/pregnant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288720389891674322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like an alien is trying to remove itself from your belly? Yep - that's what I feel like right now. Every night, usually between 7-10 pm, 'Ralph' get his/her groove on. It's a pretty cool science fiction looking phenomenon. You don't even have to have your hand on the belly anymore. You can just SEE it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bladder shots are AWESOME. No - they're not awesome. That was a pregnant lady's attempt at humor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I only have 9-10 more weeks to deal with this. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw - I have NO idea if this picture is for real. It ceratainly isn't me, but it's a pretty good idea of what it feels like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3574078005096217324?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3574078005096217324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3574078005096217324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3574078005096217324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3574078005096217324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SWVPLHvb0NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iAVnSnYhQ9g/s72-c/pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-660825387676720772</id><published>2008-12-25T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:52:07.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SVO5I9JyWQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mk5enrHsKJw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SVO5I9JyWQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mk5enrHsKJw/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770351341426946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY like Christmas this year. I like it every year, but this year, especially, I'm REALLY happy. For the first time in years we are not traveling, not having visitors, are not headed to two/three different houses for dinner or dessert... We're not going ANYwhere! I *LIKE* it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an early morning gift session and we're all eating lunch and getting ready for naps. How nice is that? After naps we might go for a walk. Maybe. Maybe not. Who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all enjoying your holidays with loud chaotic family or a quiet time at home. Give you loved ones a hug, tell them - out loud - how much they mean to you and have a MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-660825387676720772?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/660825387676720772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=660825387676720772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/660825387676720772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/660825387676720772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SVO5I9JyWQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mk5enrHsKJw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4495513281351081178</id><published>2008-11-26T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:53:30.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!!</title><content type='html'>One reason for the lack of blogs the last month or so? The amount of things that have been going on in my life. BIG things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I planned a three day field trip for the entire 6th grade. Daytime - not overnight. 337 students. 17 teachers. 9 busses. School lunches. Money. Scholarships for kids who don't have the money. Dealing with kids who act like morons while ON the trip. Yes. It was thrilling. I talked to parents who were concerned their children would get Lyme Disease, concerned over the alligators we held (baby's about 1.5 feet long under MASSIVE supervision), a parent who's wheelchair bound son had not been able to go on the 5th grade trip because there was no lift bus.... Only 9 kids were suspended out of 337. Not bad. All teachers made it alive and, I think, are looking forward to net year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) My daughter's 2nd birthday party. It was this past Saturday. After Day #1 of the field trip. Before Days #2-#3. 27 adults. 12 children under 3. 50 black and red balloons. It was at the park, so that meant transferring coolers of ice and drinks food platters, making sure we had trash bags, hand sanitizer, serving spoons, etc. Thank goodness for good friends who helped set/clean up and remember everything. Except birthday candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Conference night. It was last Thursday. One day before the big field trip. Conference nights are probably the main reason I ended up in therapy after my first year of teaching. I LOATHE dealing with parents. I've never had major problems, but I'm always so worried they'll yell at me 'cause I'm teaching their child wrong. I didn't get yelled at this year, but the anxiety makes me feel like I'm going to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) My team leader's mom is ill. My fearless team leader, Debby, has an elderly mom living in the area. Debby's mom has had a series of mini-strokes and then had a 'bigger' mini-stroke about 2 weeks ago. Because Debby is the closest to her mom, both geographically and emotionally, she's been out of school dealing with rehab facilities, long-term care places, medicare bills, etc. Since she is not in school, me and my other team members are left to deal with her students. We had to split them as equally as possible into our already crowded rooms, make sure we kept track of attendance since middle schoolers are known to skip classes if given the opportunity, provide work to these students and discipline them when needed. This went on for five days. Debby came back for Day #1 of our field trip but was unable to go on Days #2-#3 so we, again, had to split her students, discipline them, etc all while away from school. Yay. I am glad to report that Debby's mom is doing better now that she's in a more permanent facility that was mutually agreed on by her family. Cross your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, less exciting things going on too. Like the process of getting my 2 year old into a 'big girl room' but first we have to clear out the office, rip out shelves, put up a closet organizer, move the guest furniture to the office, paint the old guest room, buy 'big girl' furniture, assemble it in room, move all the other 2 year old stuff, get the old baby stuff out of storage, clean baby stuff, put baby stuff in baby room.... All before the March 12th due date of 'Ralph'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's nice about right now though, is all of these things (except for the big girl room) are done. Never to be done again - this year. Except for conference night, but the next one isn't until February. These few days that we have off fro school are pretty nice. I'm not stressing about much right now. Kinda nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4495513281351081178?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4495513281351081178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4495513281351081178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4495513281351081178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4495513281351081178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-2503833353607657247</id><published>2008-11-23T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:26:39.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a follower?</title><content type='html'>My family members have vowed, or half-vowed, or are trying to blog every day. Me? No. Sorry. I will continue to blog as often as I can. I really would blog more if I could seriously find 15-30 minutes in a day that I wasn't playing mommy, teacher, field trip coordinator, party planner, laundry doer, dish washer, dinner maker, paper grader, toy picker-upper, sleeper.... You get what you get, so don't be upset! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more often, but not sure what 'often' might mean...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-2503833353607657247?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/2503833353607657247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=2503833353607657247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2503833353607657247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2503833353607657247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-follower.html' title='Am I a follower?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-6472139489180107469</id><published>2008-10-19T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:27:05.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you watching this?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPvrTltV21I/AAAAAAAAADs/jtT4PBh9Bwo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPvrTltV21I/AAAAAAAAADs/jtT4PBh9Bwo/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055711657515858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that the Rays are my very distant 2nd team behind the Yankees. But since the Yanks ceased to amaze this year - how about 'dem Rays? I'm watching game 7 now after the CRAZY game 6 that I mistakenly turned off with confidence! I don't think I can stay up for this one either, but I feel good about our 2-1 lead in the 7th inning. Cross your fingers. Nothing is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa De Gunn would of course house any World Series attendees if need be. Payment? Tickets, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-6472139489180107469?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/6472139489180107469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=6472139489180107469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6472139489180107469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6472139489180107469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-watching-this.html' title='Are you watching this?!?!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPvrTltV21I/AAAAAAAAADs/jtT4PBh9Bwo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8225441298848508174</id><published>2008-10-17T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:23:07.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Bulls!</title><content type='html'>Get your green and gold body paint ready! The University of South Florida is having their homecoming festivities this weekend! Pete and I are attending the football game tomorrow and to get into the spirit, I went shopping. They were having a sale on kids collegiate outfits. How could I resist? So, here is the littlest USF cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPi7W_p1CwI/AAAAAAAAADU/I_s3OSklZjM/s1600-h/IMG_3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPi7W_p1CwI/AAAAAAAAADU/I_s3OSklZjM/s400/IMG_3914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258158568673446658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPi7XYe7S6I/AAAAAAAAADc/257vnlmoFlE/s1600-h/IMG_3915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPi7XYe7S6I/AAAAAAAAADc/257vnlmoFlE/s400/IMG_3915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258158575338605474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPi7X8w9YDI/AAAAAAAAADk/rUdgAdhnX7k/s1600-h/IMG_3916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPi7X8w9YDI/AAAAAAAAADk/rUdgAdhnX7k/s400/IMG_3916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258158585077915698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bows? Yeah - they lasted 5.2 minutes. Not bad for a not-yet-2-year-old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8225441298848508174?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8225441298848508174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8225441298848508174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8225441298848508174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8225441298848508174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-bulls.html' title='Go Bulls!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SPi7W_p1CwI/AAAAAAAAADU/I_s3OSklZjM/s72-c/IMG_3914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-5798016068581861514</id><published>2008-09-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:50:18.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEOWCH!</title><content type='html'>I have a pinched sciatic nerve. I'm also about 4.5 months pregnant. Problem? YES!! The pain stabs me right in the butt. Yeah - right THERE! And the doctor I saw said the only thing I can do is wait it out. Oh, and take two REGULAR strength Tylenol every SIX hours. I'm all for the good drugs. A good muscle relaxer, Novocain, vicodin when prescribed, etc. Well, those are all out. =( She did mention getting a prenatal massage which I figured couldn't hurt. I got one and LOVED every minute. The next problem? The masseuse was so good she 'worked out' the nerve problem leaving my butt with a HUGE purple/yellow/green bruise! I'll take the bruise pain over the sciatic pain, but geez! Couldn't I just NOT be in pain at all? Just an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note - I do have to say I'm looking awfully cute in my maternity wear. I'm pooking out nicely even though I am only 4.5 months. I guess it's normal for B2 to pook out earlier, but wow! I'm pooking, baby. I'm pooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if one more person asks me if we're going to find out if it's a boy or a girl, I'm going to cry. Or scream. Or both. I'm just saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-5798016068581861514?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/5798016068581861514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=5798016068581861514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5798016068581861514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5798016068581861514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeoch.html' title='YEOWCH!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-6941791404759904724</id><published>2008-09-17T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:04:57.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see what the hype's about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff90/RIOTtonight/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff90/RIOTtonight/twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started reading again. It's been a LONG while, and I tried a few things here and there but I also made a deal with myself that I wouldn't force myself to finish anything. Well, I finished something. And I'm in love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't checked out Stephanie Meyer's 4-book Twilight series, please consider it. The &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; gives a TON of information without giving away anything. There's apparently a movie coming out soon, so if you're going to jump on the bandwagon, you might as well jump now. And the paperbacks are $8.99 at Target. How can you beat that? I'm SO glad I'm a bandwagon kind of girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-6941791404759904724?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/6941791404759904724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=6941791404759904724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6941791404759904724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6941791404759904724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-see-what-hypes-about.html' title='I see what the hype&apos;s about'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-750306836234585024</id><published>2008-08-11T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:53:24.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>So, now that the news of B2 (baby #2) is out, I can moan and groan about my health. If you'd rather not read a downer blog, that's ok with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I found out I was pregnant, the tiredness has hit me hard. The first time around I was able to crash on the couch whenever I felt like it and then schlep up to bed at a later time. Not so much this time! An active toddler doesn't like it when mommy's laying on the couch. She'd much rather play and run and sing and dance and jump and repeat. So, I'm in bed these days MUCH earlier than usual trying to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue the comparison, my first pregnancy was really great. I wasn't sick. At all. For one day. I didn't have morning sickness,  headaches, body aches, or even a runny nose. Well, you name it, I've got it. My current ailment is a runny nose and stuffy sinuses. And since the good drugs are off the market, I have to grin and bare it. Oh, and I'm still required to play and run and sing and dance and jump and repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this with school starting next Monday. Hooray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to type sarcasm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-750306836234585024?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/750306836234585024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=750306836234585024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/750306836234585024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/750306836234585024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-5961004685694721597</id><published>2008-08-05T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:58:32.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.... Bob and Jen?</title><content type='html'>So, I think we need to make some adjustments to the guest list at Bob and Jen's wedding. (1) One more person will be attending both the ceremony and reception. However, (2) the person won't eat much and (3) one LESS person will be taking advantage of the open bar. Figured it out yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SJjoF0xg5RI/AAAAAAAAADM/oqIFaJo46fs/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SJjoF0xg5RI/AAAAAAAAADM/oqIFaJo46fs/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231186153954141458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - Baby Gunn #2 is on the way!! YAY! We're still in the OMG phase but the regular evening sickness is making it quite real for me. Yuk. Due date is in March so get your congratulations ready for Big Sister Katie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-5961004685694721597?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/5961004685694721597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=5961004685694721597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5961004685694721597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5961004685694721597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-bob-and-jen.html' title='Um.... Bob and Jen?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SJjoF0xg5RI/AAAAAAAAADM/oqIFaJo46fs/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7425999897914114899</id><published>2008-07-01T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:25:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty - you're killing me!</title><content type='html'>I am a notorious survey taker. I like them online, in person, even with a telemarketer. So, I saw this on my &lt;a href="http://www.thecorneronkitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin's blog&lt;/a&gt; I knew I'd be cutting and pasting... Here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was 11 years old and in my own personal hell at Plattsburgh Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got glasses and braces in one week.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think my cat Pansy died that year. She was a great kitty!&lt;br /&gt;4. I was obsessed with New Kids on the Block. (Still am - I'm headed to their concert in November!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend was named Bambi. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a college dropout from SUNY Oswego.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was falling head over heels for this guy named Pete.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got my first job as a bank teller.&lt;br /&gt;4. I got Pete a cat for a housewarming gift. He named her Jiggy.&lt;br /&gt;5. I was BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I graduated from the University of South Florida! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my first new car - a 2003 VW Jetta.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got my first teaching job - 5th grade at Schmidt Elementary. It put me into therapy.&lt;br /&gt;4. I got engaged to this great guy named Pete.&lt;br /&gt;5. I found my super cute kitty Zoe under a bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I got married to this great guy named Pete.&lt;br /&gt;2. I bought my first house.&lt;br /&gt;3. I raised almost $8000 for Relay for Life at the "low-income" middle school I worked at. &lt;br /&gt;4. I went on the most fabulous trip to Scotland for our honeymoon. I dream of going back.&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to Jamaica for the wedding of Matt and Rachel. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was in my sister's wedding as her maid of honor. She looked beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;2. I held my baby as she came out of anesthesia after having tubes put in her ears. &lt;br /&gt;3. I went back to work after my extended maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;4. I went to Jaime's wedding on Clearwater Beach. She looked like a model!&lt;br /&gt;5. I turned 30. Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished full school year. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom and my dad have visited me in Florida. Separately. ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to Oswego for a HUGE Alpha Delta Eta reunion. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;4. I saw my daughter do a forward roll all by herself!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Our friend's who were married in Jamaica welcomed their first baby! A girl. Maya Teresa. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. I ran/walked 2.8 miles on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;2. I made fruit leather for the first time. It is GREAT and I will totally make it again!&lt;br /&gt;3. I lived through 2 temper tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had the best sleep I've had in DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I thanked God again I don't have sextuplets. Watch Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8. You'll thank Him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. I sent a letter to our crazy Home Owners Association lady about our trees. We'll see what happens....&lt;br /&gt;2. I made the BEST lemon tarragon chicken EVER.&lt;br /&gt;3. I nailed down plans for Fourth of July. We're headed to the Briggs'! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;4. I played games on Facebook for WAAAAAAAAAAY too long.&lt;br /&gt;5. I read this survey on Kitty's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will celebrate my third wedding anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;2. I will take my daughter to gymnastics class and hope (again) that she doesn't hurt herself.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will go to the YMCA and run/walk for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will probably have to drain the pool. It's raining again....&lt;br /&gt;5. I will (oh - just remembered!) put the garbage out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Year:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will stand up as Dawn's maid of honor.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hope there aren't as many weddings as this year! We've been through 3 already - four more to go!&lt;br /&gt;3. I hope my sister and brother-in-law find the house of their dreams. &lt;br /&gt;4. I hope I have new kitchen cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hope Kaitlyn is on her way to becoming a big sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7425999897914114899?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7425999897914114899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7425999897914114899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7425999897914114899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7425999897914114899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/07/kitty-youre-killing-me.html' title='Kitty - you&apos;re killing me!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-1508952355145926014</id><published>2008-06-28T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:05:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SGY2w34FgsI/AAAAAAAAACs/o-KAGxYfAuQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SGY2w34FgsI/AAAAAAAAACs/o-KAGxYfAuQ/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216917431616111298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Brad are engaged!!!! We are SO happy for the both of you. Congratulations!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-1508952355145926014?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/1508952355145926014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=1508952355145926014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1508952355145926014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1508952355145926014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/06/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/SGY2w34FgsI/AAAAAAAAACs/o-KAGxYfAuQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-9187414157059124973</id><published>2008-06-19T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:16:37.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terrible 19 Months?</title><content type='html'>Thought it was The Terrible Twos? Yeah - so did I! Kyrin will be 19 months old this weekend and we've already had numerous, full-blown, kicking, screaming, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tantrums. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent was during a really fun class that I signed us up for at &lt;a href="http://www.my-gym.com/"&gt;My Gym&lt;/a&gt;. This place is SO cool. It's basically an indoor playground with mats, trampolines, a ball pit, etc. It's all sized and geared for kids 5 and under. Our first day was Wednesday. Kyrin was overwhelmed by how fun it was! When it was time to sit in a circle with me and the other Desperate Housewives moms (more about that in a minute) she went ballistic. I was THAT mom. The dirty looks I got was a shock. I had anticipated Kyrin's mood, but lay off me ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we were the 'black sheep' of this crowd. If you haven't visited, we live in a very Desperate Housewives area. I've been given strange looks when I mention that I work full time AND have a child. So, it was a Wednesday morning - prime time Soccer Mom Central. Most moms there, about 15 of them, were dressed to the nines. Cute khaki capris, hair quaffed, makeup done, no stains. Their children were just a spotless. Obviously ironed clothes, no stains, hair bows and curls perfectly in place. Then there was us. I was in a t-shirt that had a hole in the shoulder, I hadn't showered yet that day (it was only 9 am...) hair in a pony tail. Kyrin was in her finest bargain-bin t-shirt and shorts complete with a permanent juice stain on the collar. Her already hard-to-tame hair was particularly crazy after having syrup on her waffles and creating her own toddler-hawk. Needless to say, they skipped right over us in the corner (while I restrained Kyrin) while going around for introductions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were the outcasts of this cult, I signed us up. Kyrin had SO much fun climbing, swinging and running. She slept for the longest nap EVER and since we get unlimited classes, I'll be taking full advantage of these sleep times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-9187414157059124973?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/9187414157059124973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=9187414157059124973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/9187414157059124973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/9187414157059124973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/06/terrible-19-months.html' title='The Terrible 19 Months?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-2018729167878550631</id><published>2008-05-28T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:36:04.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag - I'm it</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been tagged by my &lt;a href="http://planetstarla.blogspot.com"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt;. This is the first time I've been so honored, probably because only about 5 people know I have this site! And I looked at my cousin's blog, who was the one who tagged Mom, and I can't tell if it's supposed to be facts about ME or just random facts. So, I think I'll do a combination of both. Anyway, here are seven weird or random facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One - I have some of the worst vision of anyone I know. My contact lens prescription reads -4.75 and -5.00. One website I looked at said that anything over about a 2.00 is considered legally blind. Um, yeah, that would make me about twice the legally blind limit. I literally need to hold the alarm clock so that it touches my nose if I don't have my contacts in or glasses on. It's really fun when I'm trying to find a lost pacifier at 3 am for my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two - I am one of the most insecure people I know. I exude confidence but, I swear, it's a cover-up. I figure if I LOOK confident people will think I actually AM confident. I was a team leader for a while at one of the schools I worked for. I was given the job because the previous team leader was extremely 'dysfunctional' and I was the one to fix the broken. I had to be a leader for a year to a team that didn't like me and let me know. I survived, but only with the help of my therapist and the local spa. I would almost throw up before every team meeting that I had to hold. I made it. And I'll never do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three - Rubbing a combination of Maalox (the antacid), Aquaphor (the skin cream), and Neosporin (the antibacterial stuff) on diaper rash cures it in one night. The combo of medicines neutralizes acid, soothes bumpy, ouchie skin and keeps things from getting infected. Seriously. Try it. Not on yourself, silly. On your little one's behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four - I want to write a book on the realities of mommy-hood. Really. I enjoy making things funny and I've had people ask me to tell the same baby stories over again. How my husband caught my daughter peeing on the floor so thought it'd be a great idea to take her into our bathroom and get a towel. Then my daughter slips and falls in her own pee and is having a blast rolling around in it. So he puts her in our tub to contain her while he cleans up pee-pee all while I'm trying to call from work. Or how &lt;a href="http://www.soothie-pacifier.com/"&gt;silicone pacifiers&lt;/a&gt; bounce into the next universe and every parent must, by law, have at least 41 of these on hand at all times. Oh - but if you leave them behind the couch too long, they mate and multiply. I could go on. See me in 10 years when my book comes out. I'll send you an advance copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five - My cat, Jiggy, is the meanest thing in the feline world and she sleeps on my chest every night - and purrs. She has attacked many friends, biting them on the ankles and drawing blood, chasing them down the hall, once even out of the apartment and she freezes people in their tracks with a growl. She's got a HUGE red marker "CAUTION - BITES" on her folder at the vet and has to be put to sleep to do just about anything. She's terrible. And I love her to death. She curls up on me and doesn't mind when I kick her off the bed. She just jumps back up and finds her new spot. She brings me her toys and leaves me 'gifts' of toys in my shoes almost every morning. I like her. I just wish she was nicer to the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six - I'm addicted, quite literally, to a game called Text Twirl on Facebook. It gives you six letters and you have two minutes to create as many 3-6 letter words as possible. The only way to advance to the next level to use all 6 letters to create a word. It's great. Who knew that 'r a v d e c' (craved) could create 31 other possible words. Try it. You'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven - I'm a closet reggaeton music fan. I could seriously marry Sean Paul or Daddy Yankee. They're speaking a language I don't know anything about and I really, really like it. Maybe that's why I like it. I had little exposure to any music other than straight pop growing up. This has such a different feel, a different beat. I had the BEST time in Jamaica listening to some local bands play a similar style of music. I feel silly when I've forgotten to turn down my stereo as I pull in to a gas station. People must have to pick their jaws up off the ground when I, little white-girl, get out of my car with the bass thumping. I could blow speakers if you let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to complete my tagging assignment, I'm tagging my friends&lt;a href="http://trashypantz.blogspot.com"&gt;Dana&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.krod-n-dmac.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;. I don't really know if they'll do this, but I hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On your post, link back to the person who tagged you - that would be me, in this case.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post your assignment on your blog - seven weird or random facts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post links to the bloggers that you will be tagging.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to those blogs and give them a comment on their blog to let them know that you have tagged them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-2018729167878550631?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/2018729167878550631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=2018729167878550631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2018729167878550631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2018729167878550631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag - I&apos;m it'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3531620417909148905</id><published>2008-05-19T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:58:01.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyrin Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/MVI_3492.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch enough Go, Diego, Go! and Dora the Explorer in this house that the cats know the words. The reason we watch it? Because Kyrin likes to dance to it. Why deny her this simple pleasure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3531620417909148905?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3531620417909148905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3531620417909148905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3531620417909148905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3531620417909148905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/05/kyrin-dancing.html' title='Kyrin Dancing'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3096261425078292172</id><published>2008-02-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:17:34.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death trap</title><content type='html'>Yep - the award for Worst Parents of the Year has been awarded to us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B9AWG9_n7-U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B9AWG9_n7-U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1974286442264923746-3096261425078292172?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3096261425078292172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3096261425078292172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3096261425078292172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3096261425078292172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-trap.html' title='Death trap'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-592498524926771369</id><published>2008-02-08T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:27:55.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Trashy Pantz for this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had me laughing out loud!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KUowJzpgxs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KUowJzpgxs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1974286442264923746-592498524926771369?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/592498524926771369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=592498524926771369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/592498524926771369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/592498524926771369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish.html' title='I wish!!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3723157479399303636</id><published>2008-02-08T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:25:48.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyrin's favorite stool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/R6yQb3-gYxI/AAAAAAAAACE/9NdSLZ7g7e8/s1600-h/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/R6yQb3-gYxI/AAAAAAAAACE/9NdSLZ7g7e8/s200/IMG_3275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164661681244103442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrin's grandpa made her a stool so she could look out the window. Well - her favorite time to look out is right before her bath. So, I hope the neighbors don't mind a 14 month old booty peeking out at them now and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3723157479399303636?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3723157479399303636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3723157479399303636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3723157479399303636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3723157479399303636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2008/02/kyrins-favorite-stool.html' title='Kyrin&apos;s favorite stool'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/R6yQb3-gYxI/AAAAAAAAACE/9NdSLZ7g7e8/s72-c/IMG_3275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8359086944243736048</id><published>2007-12-12T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:31:22.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New videos</title><content type='html'>Here's a few recent videos of our adventures. We took our first family trip to Disney World. Kyrin had a blast. Thanksgiving was great too. Here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=247353162"&gt;Disney Trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=247353303"&gt;Thanksgiving Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8359086944243736048?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=247353162' title='New videos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8359086944243736048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8359086944243736048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8359086944243736048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8359086944243736048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-videos_12.html' title='New videos'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3312803012295881978</id><published>2007-11-13T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:40:20.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>So, in one week, on Thanksgiving Day, Kyrin will turn one. It has gone SO fast! Of course, when she was three months old, and STILL waking up every two hours to eat, I couldn't imagine that she'd ever be old enough to laugh, sit up, crawl or walk. She's doing ALL of those things! Well, *almost* walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kyrin was born, daddy Pedro made a movie of the pictures and video clips that were taken while at the hospital. I still watch it about 3-4 times a month. And every time I get teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty dang thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to see &lt;a href="http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=211345163"&gt;my favorite movie&lt;/a&gt; of Kyrin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3312803012295881978?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=211345163' title='Where has the time gone?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3312803012295881978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3312803012295881978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3312803012295881978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3312803012295881978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7517840801776387308</id><published>2007-11-13T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:23:44.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work update</title><content type='html'>Today Duncan was suspended for three days for an unrelated incident. Damn. Recovering from three days of missed school will really hurt this kid. There was some scuffle on the bus (where he's bussed almost 1 hour to come to our school) and he and another student were both suspended. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn an interesting fact about Duncan today which might explain his highs and lows. Duncan is SLD (specifically learning disabled) and spent ALL of elementary school in a 'special ed' type classroom designed for students with his disabilities. This year, since his teachers saw such great things last year, he's in a regular ed room for the whole day. I'm thinking that the daily grind of a 6th grade life is wearing on him. Changing classes five times a day, different teachers and rules in each classroom, keeping all earthly possessions in a locker down the hall, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team is speaking to the administration tomorrow about Duncan's suspension. We would LOVE for him to serve IN-school suspension rather than out. He could at least be at school, working, rather than at home, on 'punishment' from his mom and NOT doing any school work. We'll see how it goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7517840801776387308?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7517840801776387308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7517840801776387308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7517840801776387308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7517840801776387308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/11/work-update.html' title='Work update'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-3472837488134734473</id><published>2007-11-08T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:42:14.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I really hate my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z29/kimr9499/aFu_BangingYourHead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z29/kimr9499/aFu_BangingYourHead.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the most frustrating days I've had in a long time. Just a quick reminder - I teach 6th grade math. I'm already earning my spot in heaven for that....  My team of teachers is wonderful and we all teach the same students. We have all chosen one student, Duncan, as our 'project'. This is a kid from a rough background and has to really struggle for the C's he gets. But he really cares about his future. He knows that if he stays on the right track, college is in his future. He also knows that community college graduates can make more money than a high school graduate and a four year degree makes more than....well, you know the pay scale. So, Duncan has been working really well lately. I proudly have him a B- on his report card for the last nine weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago, while grading an assignment, I noticed that three papers looked VERY similar. And, upon closer inspection, not only did they have all the same answers, they had the same mistakes. Three papers mysteriously had the word America spelled Anerica. An honest mistake, I'm sure, but for all THREE students? Hmmm. Well, after some stern discussion, yes, they had cheated off one another. Duncan was one of these students and he looked like he was going to cry when I told him of my disappointment. Again - he's a good kid who gets caught up in bad stuff....a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I noticed another student, Justin, who happens to sit right in front of me (there are reasons for that) looking into his lap repeatedly. This was while I was reminding students to turn in their homework assignment. Yep - he was cheating. And - - he was using Duncan's paper. I felt like I had been hit in the stomach. After our whole discussion on cheating, here was Duncan allowing Justin to use his paper. I sent both students to time out in other classrooms after loudly taking both papers, crumpling them up and throwing them away. My class knows the rule - both students get zeros. Well, Duncan was well aware of my total disgust for his actions. He was embarrassed and ashamed and it showed. He left my room with his head hung and didn't utter a word. However, he never made it to time out. He was walking the halls.... My time-out teacher and I gave him numerous chances to do what was asked, but he refused. So the principal was called and she came to escort him to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt my hard work walk to the office with this kid. Now he'll be suspended for at least one day for the willful disobedience and maybe another day for the cheating. ARGH! The discipline needs to take place, and I'm not questioning that. I'm questioning my time and effort spent. Duncan and I were really getting somewhere. Hopefully this is only a slight detour, but, ARGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving break cannot come fast enough. I'm burnt out and my students aren't far behind. I need that turkey feeling - pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-3472837488134734473?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/3472837488134734473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=3472837488134734473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3472837488134734473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/3472837488134734473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-i-really-hate-my-job.html' title='Sometimes I really hate my job'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4830946202443315915</id><published>2007-10-28T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:56:55.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pumpkin parking lot</title><content type='html'>Since there are no 'real' pumpkin patches in our area of FL, they set up pumpkin areas in parking lots of grocery stores, churches, etc. They make it look as authentic as they can - I guess. Hay for walkways, scarecrows.... It's still a parking lot. But it makes for cute pictures, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9agyBxaI/AAAAAAAAABM/25F1jqJ-VCA/s1600-h/IMG_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9agyBxaI/AAAAAAAAABM/25F1jqJ-VCA/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126571276516836770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9bAyBxbI/AAAAAAAAABU/bEgwgxBj_mU/s1600-h/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9bAyBxbI/AAAAAAAAABU/bEgwgxBj_mU/s320/IMG_2877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126571285106771378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9bQyBxcI/AAAAAAAAABc/0gFFjK0YZA4/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9bQyBxcI/AAAAAAAAABc/0gFFjK0YZA4/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126571289401738690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a cute one of Kyrin and mommy. She's SO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9bgyBxdI/AAAAAAAAABk/-GNrgVNyCJE/s1600-h/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9bgyBxdI/AAAAAAAAABk/-GNrgVNyCJE/s320/IMG_2903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126571293696706002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4830946202443315915?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4830946202443315915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4830946202443315915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4830946202443315915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4830946202443315915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-parking-lot.html' title='The pumpkin parking lot'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RyU9agyBxaI/AAAAAAAAABM/25F1jqJ-VCA/s72-c/IMG_2876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-1723756581541076893</id><published>2007-10-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:40:01.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groaner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rx6iDwrHx9I/AAAAAAAAABE/8SXg-9cVJtk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rx6iDwrHx9I/AAAAAAAAABE/8SXg-9cVJtk/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124711611483277266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-1723756581541076893?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/1723756581541076893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=1723756581541076893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1723756581541076893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1723756581541076893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/10/groaner.html' title='Groaner'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rx6iDwrHx9I/AAAAAAAAABE/8SXg-9cVJtk/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4699245041612796163</id><published>2007-10-19T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:33:59.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2848.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing - one carrot. If found, please return to Kyrin's mommy. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4699245041612796163?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4699245041612796163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4699245041612796163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4699245041612796163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4699245041612796163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-156134559007627697</id><published>2007-09-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:28:08.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyrin's a Chiquita</title><content type='html'>The new way that I waste hours and hours and hours. SOOO easy and funny! Keep your eye out. You may be next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="W46fafff1750ecfb" width="435" height="429" quality="high" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/46fafff1750ecfb" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/46fafff1750ecfb" /&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-156134559007627697?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/156134559007627697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=156134559007627697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/156134559007627697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/156134559007627697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/09/kyrins-chiquita.html' title='Kyrin&apos;s a Chiquita'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-1007155417466458877</id><published>2007-09-05T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:07:42.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtime is fun time!</title><content type='html'>Kyrin LOVES the bath. We just got her a new duckie that quacks and squirts water. She leans against the tub to look at it. She only lasts a second or two before she tilts and falls, but she thinks it's great. If you look closely you can see her TWO teeth peeking out as well. Such a big girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2742-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2733.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2732.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-1007155417466458877?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/1007155417466458877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=1007155417466458877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1007155417466458877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1007155417466458877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/09/bathtime-is-fun-time.html' title='Bathtime is fun time!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-2290873734516625681</id><published>2007-08-13T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:11:12.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it get any worse?</title><content type='html'>So today was Kyrin's first day of daycare. I cried in the car as I drove away. I totally love this place, but she's never been with 'strangers' longer than a few hours. She was there from 7:30 until 5. The ladies said she did fine. What are they going to say? "You're child is the spawn of the devil. You need to find new placement." Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students come back to school next Monday. This week is full of meetings, working in my classroom and MORE meetings. Our open house is Wednesday and Thursday. Two days to accommodate all the people. Great. Open houses, conference nights and report card days give me panic attacks. I don't sleep well, I don't eat well, all sorts of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm sick. What a terrific way to start back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-2290873734516625681?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/2290873734516625681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=2290873734516625681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2290873734516625681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2290873734516625681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/08/could-it-get-any-worse.html' title='Could it get any worse?'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-1088297736187251925</id><published>2007-07-31T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:14:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyrin's Groove</title><content type='html'>When daddy Pedro gets bored, he makes videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to see &lt;a href="http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=227734229"&gt;Kyrin Goove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-1088297736187251925?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=227734229' title='Kyrin&apos;s Groove'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/1088297736187251925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=1088297736187251925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1088297736187251925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/1088297736187251925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/07/kyrins-groove.html' title='Kyrin&apos;s Groove'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-6859984631283714053</id><published>2007-07-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:17:38.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kid Song for Adults</title><content type='html'>Ok - this is hysterical. I bought Kyrin a cd of 100 Toddler Favorites. This was one of them. It's long, but just listen to about the first 60 seconds. Click here to enjoy this &lt;a href="http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=227005149"&gt;toddler favorite.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-6859984631283714053?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=227005149' title='A Kid Song for Adults'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/6859984631283714053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=6859984631283714053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6859984631283714053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6859984631283714053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/07/kid-song-for-adults.html' title='A Kid Song for Adults'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8616387360508591273</id><published>2007-07-19T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T06:30:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Love Kids and Math</title><content type='html'>This looks like an actual test answer. Honestly, I wouldn't put it past a middle schooler to do something like this, although the math is more high school level....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rp9nVsXlvjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mwEVcuN9hNs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rp9nVsXlvjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mwEVcuN9hNs/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088899726336966194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8616387360508591273?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8616387360508591273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8616387360508591273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8616387360508591273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8616387360508591273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-gotta-love-kids-and-math.html' title='You Gotta Love Kids and Math'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rp9nVsXlvjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mwEVcuN9hNs/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-5770350612810264147</id><published>2007-07-16T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:39:53.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyrin'/><title type='text'>Kyrin's version of eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://update.videoegg.com/flash/proxy.swf?jsver=1.4" FlashVars="jsver=1.4&amp;allowFlash9Fullscreen=true&amp;MMdoctitle=Ringo - Eating soids - Flash Player Installation&amp;MMplayerType=PlugIn&amp;MMredirectURL=http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=225322199&amp;adVars=site=ringo&amp;area=videos&amp;va=30&amp;vg=f&amp;vl=us&amp;wmode=window=true&amp;file=http://ringo.061.download.videoegg.com/gid375/cid1280/4E/TJ/1184628881cYryzX7jv3WODnXp9Fwq&amp;rootUrl=http://update.videoegg.com/flash/player&amp;swfpath=http://update.videoegg.com/flash/proxy.swf?jsver=1.4" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="448" height="368" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She usually does pretty well - today she was just not into it. It's pretty funny though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-5770350612810264147?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/5770350612810264147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=5770350612810264147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5770350612810264147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5770350612810264147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/07/kyrins-version-of-eating.html' title='Kyrin&apos;s version of eating'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-7895053129008297437</id><published>2007-07-11T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:46:48.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyrin'/><title type='text'>We Have Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RpWUvcXlvhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rC7JGmrBxTI/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RpWUvcXlvhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rC7JGmrBxTI/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086134896974741010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of fussing and crying, Kyrin has her first tooth! We thought it was coming, but with communication limited to crying, screaming, hitting, squirming and growling, it was difficult to tell. Yesterday she wanted to suck on my finger and I was able to feel the sharp edge of a bottom tooth. No wonder she's been such a fuss! That baby is SHARP! As soon as I can see it, I'll get a real picture. Thank goodness there is a payoff for all this 'teething' stuff. Now only 19 more to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-7895053129008297437?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/7895053129008297437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=7895053129008297437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7895053129008297437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/7895053129008297437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-have-teeth.html' title='We Have Teeth!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RpWUvcXlvhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rC7JGmrBxTI/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-6522339183034111182</id><published>2007-06-28T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:51:55.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oswego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen'/><title type='text'>Bob's Gettin' Hitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RoRdkOTHFXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wAOU_IY_wyc/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RoRdkOTHFXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wAOU_IY_wyc/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081289156475688306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust! Congratulations to Bob an Jen on their engagement!! Married life is great and you'll both fit in just fine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the Brick Bar support a reception of 200+? Looks like they upped the price of Labatt Blue from $1 to $1.50..... Can they swing 10,000 Labatt Blue's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the newly created &lt;a href="http://www.jenandbob2008.com"&gt;wedding website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-6522339183034111182?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jenandbob2008.com/' title='Bob&apos;s Gettin&apos; Hitched'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/6522339183034111182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=6522339183034111182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6522339183034111182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6522339183034111182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/bobs-gettin-hitched.html' title='Bob&apos;s Gettin&apos; Hitched'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RoRdkOTHFXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wAOU_IY_wyc/s72-c/IMG_1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-6793310668812069631</id><published>2007-06-24T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:54:20.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cher'/><title type='text'>People understand!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rn8py3279UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bV9ZOtYI7nA/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rn8py3279UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bV9ZOtYI7nA/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079824858661778754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?? There are people out there who understand math humor!! Thanks to my bestest friend, Cher, for pointing this cartoon out to me. My friends are so intellectual!!! Great people hang out with other great people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-6793310668812069631?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/6793310668812069631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=6793310668812069631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6793310668812069631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/6793310668812069631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-understand.html' title='People understand!!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/Rn8py3279UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bV9ZOtYI7nA/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-2171755256437598457</id><published>2007-06-20T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:49:20.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyrin'/><title type='text'>Kyrin's favorite game</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://update.videoegg.com/flash/proxy.swf?jsver=1.4" FlashVars="jsver=1.4&amp;MMdoctitle=Ringo - Katie's favorite game - Flash Player Installation&amp;MMplayerType=PlugIn&amp;MMredirectURL=http://www.ringo.com/videos/videos.html?videoId=221109493&amp;adVars=site=ringo&amp;area=videos&amp;va=[age]&amp;wmode=transparent=true&amp;file=http://ringo.071.download.videoegg.com/gid375/cid1280/EC/CG/1182365082PoYyAVKwfnOrC4Ezo7ly&amp;rootUrl=http://update.videoegg.com/flash/player&amp;swfpath=http://update.videoegg.com/flash/proxy.swf?jsver=1.4" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" width="448" height="368" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do this every day. I read the paper, she throws it around and gets herself all covered in newsprint. We have a great time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-2171755256437598457?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/2171755256437598457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=2171755256437598457&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2171755256437598457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/2171755256437598457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/katies-favorite-game.html' title='Kyrin&apos;s favorite game'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8749998908936031</id><published>2007-06-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:53:42.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><title type='text'>Calling all recipe writers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RnhtYX279SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyEHdDgHWCs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RnhtYX279SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyEHdDgHWCs/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077928845348959522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RnhtYX279TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S4Sk-dnQTKY/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RnhtYX279TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S4Sk-dnQTKY/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077928845348959538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another WW gripe....sorry. I made a terrific frittata tonight from the recipe above. I got the recipe directly from the WW site. I'd like you to notice direction #2 - - combine eggs and next four ingredients. Please now refer to the ingredient list. Ok - - does that mean the four ingredients after the first two egg whites or after the four eggs?? I figured it meant the four after the four eggs. But then, in step 4, it wants you to sprinkle it with cheese. What cheese?!?!?! I already used the cheese! I also had issues with the cook time. But that could be my crappy stove's fault. Another post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted great and FYI you get a huge portion for only 6 points. Pretty tasty for all the dinking around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8749998908936031?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8749998908936031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8749998908936031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8749998908936031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8749998908936031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/calling-all-recipe-writers.html' title='Calling all recipe writers'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IfRG2i3ogQ8/RnhtYX279SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyEHdDgHWCs/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-8806166151398733764</id><published>2007-06-18T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:50:25.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><title type='text'>What a joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cookiemadness.net/lemoncakeforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cookiemadness.net/lemoncakeforblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the Weight Watcher's program. I've been doing it on and off for the last 3 years and at one point lost 30 pounds. It's terrific. Their food isn't that bad either. The ice cream bars and english muffins are just as god as regular ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem? The lemon cake. It's very tasty!! But - honestly - you get a cake the size of a snack sized candy bar. Yeah - those ones you get for Halloween?? What good is a lemon cake - that is so tasty - if you only get one bite?? I know, I know - that's the point of Weight Watchers. But seriously...one bite? Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have three mini Hostess HoHo's (100-calorie pack) for the same 'points' as one bite of lemon cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-8806166151398733764?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/8806166151398733764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=8806166151398733764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8806166151398733764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/8806166151398733764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-joke.html' title='What a joke'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-424469788622618978</id><published>2007-06-17T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:49:52.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyrin'/><title type='text'>A Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>We had the best Father's Day ever!! Pedro LOVED his gifts (a photo collage and a shave mirror for the shower), got to play golf, I made a killer meatloaf and we had a blast by the pool. Here are a few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2458.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is the finished photo collage for daddy Pedro. It's Kyrin holding letters that spell out "Happy Father's Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2451.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kyrin out by the pool. Disregard her flair for nakedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2445.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kyrin floating in her turtle floatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Daddy and Kyrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2436.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kyrin and Jiggy cat copying each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-424469788622618978?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/424469788622618978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=424469788622618978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/424469788622618978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/424469788622618978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/lazy-day.html' title='A Lazy Day'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-5506092285941081754</id><published>2007-06-16T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:50:09.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyrin'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s89/mlelist/IMG_2192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my husband's first father's day. I hope he knows how much I appreciate him and everything he does. He's changed poopy diapers, wiped boogers, given baths and helped with 4 am feedings. Enjoy your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-5506092285941081754?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/5506092285941081754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=5506092285941081754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5506092285941081754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/5506092285941081754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974286442264923746.post-4377514243850915686</id><published>2007-06-15T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:42:41.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I've joined the revolution</title><content type='html'>So, this is pretty much a test of my new blog. Yes - me. I have a blog. I have no idea what I'll do with it exactly, but sometimes I tell stories about my life to people and they laugh. Maybe they're laughing at me - but now they can laugh at the blog. Maybe I should start a new saying - Talk to the Blog! No - sorry. That's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking back. Eventually I'll post more stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974286442264923746-4377514243850915686?l=thepilady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/feeds/4377514243850915686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974286442264923746&amp;postID=4377514243850915686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4377514243850915686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974286442264923746/posts/default/4377514243850915686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilady.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-joined-revolution.html' title='I&apos;ve joined the revolution'/><author><name>Pi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12984174254485428844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFuF9HrawdU/Td73fTYYOyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RVolVCrYW60/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-15%2Bat%2B10.00.31%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
