<?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-38573894</id><updated>2012-01-27T08:23:42.205-06:00</updated><category term='Home Improvement'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='WILT 1'/><category term='Yuck'/><category term='Help Me'/><category term='plans'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='wtf bullets'/><category term='Smorty'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='First snow'/><category term='how too'/><category term='boys'/><category term='Smokey'/><category term='storage'/><category term='art'/><category term='www'/><category term='School life'/><category term='webrings'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='In-Laws'/><category term='Blogging Buddies'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='T5'/><category term='Ponderings'/><category term='family'/><category term='pets'/><category term='interwebs'/><category term='Sheila'/><category term='Outrage'/><category term='cat talk'/><category term='cars'/><category term='Dentist'/><category term='contest'/><category term='weather'/><category term='TV'/><category term='TV Talk'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='net finds'/><category term='information'/><category term='Money Matters'/><category term='Where Was I'/><category term='save money'/><category term='Cold'/><category term='disclosure policy'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='YAY'/><category term='Oh Noes'/><category term='bullet list'/><category term='saftey'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Stories from the past'/><category term='husband'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='love'/><category term='healthy living'/><category term='stuperman'/><category term='Princess Phil'/><category term='weight'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='list'/><category term='BPR'/><category term='ebay'/><category term='internet sales'/><category term='In My  opinion'/><category term='linky love'/><category term='Hawt'/><category term='pooltime'/><category term='Tigger'/><category term='kid chat'/><category term='cookie recipes'/><category term='Paint'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='La'/><category term='poems'/><category term='worry'/><category term='meme'/><category term='OMG'/><category term='random'/><category term='Bleh'/><category term='product reveiw'/><category term='music'/><category term='kid talk'/><category term='puppy talk'/><category term='GAMES'/><category term='I&apos;m Important Too'/><category term='Thursday Thirteen'/><category term='Triangulation 5'/><category term='loans'/><category term='skin'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='In My Opinion'/><category term='Paid Advertisement'/><title type='text'>Paint!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>863</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5542804460123930410</id><published>2012-01-21T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:19:50.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargain!</title><content type='html'>I went shopping tonight with my BFF. We hit quite a few stores, and bought nothing that wasn't on sale! I got a mid thigh wool coat for 20 bucks, and a bunch of shirts regular 20$ for 2.99$ which pleased me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought stuff like &lt;a href="http://www.seaweedbathco.com/wildly-natural-seaweed-body-cream"&gt;seaweed body cream&lt;/a&gt; and a tonne of flavoured lip balms, just because! I Was going to buy some yoga pants, but I put them back because bras were on sale and I finally found a comfortable bra. Because it was comfortable - and I have been searching fro more than a year for one that fits nice, I bought the same bra in four colours, and even when a bra is on sale, they are still pricey things, so the pants had to stay. Next time, there is always a next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super pumped about the coat though, not just because of the price, but because I have been looking for one like it all winter. I *may* have put on *cough* a bit of weight, and my current coat *might* be tight in the shoulders and the buttons *might* not quite button up...so yeah, pumped about the coat :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5542804460123930410?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5542804460123930410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5542804460123930410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5542804460123930410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5542804460123930410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2012/01/bargain.html' title='Bargain!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-358742576336296341</id><published>2012-01-17T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:57:23.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think...</title><content type='html'>Of my new header? its my two youngest messing around on the iPad (1). the feather is his moustache, if you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the couch they are sitting on, its uber heavy, and I never fail to hurt my back when I am moving it to clean under it. I wish it was on &lt;a href="http://www.reidsupply.com/Results.aspx?pid=10021805"&gt;casters&lt;/a&gt;. Then again, if it were on casters, I can just see Smokey (the bog one) jumping onto the cough and the couch zooming across the room, knocking everything in it's path over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's minus 46 right now. yeah. seriously. Its gross outside. I asked my neighbour to drive me to work because if I drive myself to work, my car will be frozen before the end of my shift, and then I will be screwed. This way I can get a ride to work, and Hubs will pick em up and everybody wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the cold, I just keep reminding myself that there are only six weeks left. I can survive six weeks....right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-358742576336296341?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/358742576336296341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=358742576336296341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/358742576336296341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/358742576336296341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think...'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-153898891993037703</id><published>2012-01-17T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:44:03.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is officially over</title><content type='html'>One would think that this late in January everyone would just assume that of course Christmas is over, what are you insane? Christmas? No way! It's January, but then, if you thought that, you would be wrong - at least in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the boys all got gift  cards to various stores. The youngest two were easy to deal with. The littlest one bought games and stuffed animals and a nerf gun and was happy, and the middle guy spent exactly half of his gift card amounts on toys, then requested we purchase the rest of the gift cards from him so that he could save that money for our trip to Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart kid, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our oldest was  hard. Dude, its not like we were looking for &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?catalog=Online&amp;category=GIFTS"&gt;gifts for girls&lt;/a&gt;, because believe me, girls are SUPER hard to shop for, no! we were looking for something a 12 year old could spend his money on, and be satisfied, but each time he went to the store he came home with gift cards unspent, until finally, this weekend, when he hit the mall with his daddy and spent his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And so I say, now, on January 17th, Christmas is FINALLY done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-153898891993037703?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/153898891993037703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=153898891993037703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/153898891993037703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/153898891993037703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-is-officially-over.html' title='Christmas is officially over'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3953478811449865462</id><published>2012-01-17T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:39:37.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock?</title><content type='html'>long time since my last post - so much has happened - Christmas (new desktop) My boy got two stripes in Kempo at his term grading, and my job was sold from one owner to another. I'm still working, with the new owners - who are great, but I am working a sight more hours, and as such, I'm often exhausted by ten PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work Monday and Wednesday for 6.5 hours in the day, then I work Thursday for 7 hours in the evening, so really, Compared to what a regular person works, I'm hardly scratching the surface, but for me, its been a real challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my depression, I am happy to report that I am doing good, more than good in fact, I am doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact just this Saturday I went to my bosses house to attend a "passion party" with my neighbour and co-worker, and I had fun. actual fun. I didnt sit off to the side worried and anxious and feeling like a sore thumb, I felt good. It was awesome!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to drive through rush hour traffic with my boy, to a place I;d never been, and not once did I have an anxiety attack! I dunno if I want to hug my doctor who gives me the pills, or the wonderful girls on facebook who supported me and pushed me until I went to the doctors. Probably both LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3953478811449865462?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3953478811449865462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3953478811449865462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3953478811449865462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3953478811449865462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2012/01/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock?'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7345131802143856328</id><published>2011-11-28T18:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:38:01.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Canes!</title><content type='html'>Oh I wish I had a set of tiny paint brushes to play with in the nail polish, this was hard and messy to do, and took FOREVER to dry! Plus, the lines are all squiggly! It looks cute from kinda far away, but up close, trust me, they aren't a pretty site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TudiHAtmuiU/TtQou3XEB_I/AAAAAAAADfE/kNIKfGKXM8M/s1600/candycane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TudiHAtmuiU/TtQou3XEB_I/AAAAAAAADfE/kNIKfGKXM8M/s320/candycane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680209815620814834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I originally took out the red polish, I had planned on painting lady bugs on my nails, but them my bratling walked past me with a candy cane sticking out of his mouth and I put away the black and got out the white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes inspiration doesn;t need to hit me round the head with an &lt;a href="http://www.dftcorp.com/products/hose/industrial-rubber/"&gt;industrial rubber hose&lt;/a&gt;, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to try and make Christmas trees, but first I need to pick up some tiny brushes. no way I can do it with the bottle brush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7345131802143856328?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7345131802143856328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7345131802143856328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7345131802143856328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7345131802143856328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/11/candy-canes.html' title='Candy Canes!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TudiHAtmuiU/TtQou3XEB_I/AAAAAAAADfE/kNIKfGKXM8M/s72-c/candycane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8743996215137248763</id><published>2011-11-24T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:45:01.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>Something interesting has happened in the last six months. Our family has grown, not in number, but in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, all three boys fit comfortably on the love seat, with room in between each, for wiggling. Now, they are crammed into that seat like salty sardines, and it ends with one of them laying on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And the floor sucks, to tell the truth, no carpet, just wood, so it's not soft at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for new furniture in casa del bulepaintred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I cant ask you for suggestions, i'd end up knowing everything about &lt;a href="http://www.yourfurniturenow.com/"&gt;cheap furniture stores in los angeles&lt;/a&gt;, but not have a clue where to go close to home, but what you can help me with is materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two dogs, one who sheds a LOT. We have one person (me) who hates leather(too hot!) and we have kids,m so nothing light colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there something that isn't the above, but is still good? Comfortable? Affordable?good option?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8743996215137248763?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8743996215137248763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8743996215137248763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8743996215137248763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8743996215137248763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/11/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1093433629744457010</id><published>2011-11-12T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:21:42.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stocking Stuffers</title><content type='html'>I was very pleasantly surprised the other day when Logan came up to me and explained that he wanted me to buy him a certain book. See, his teacher had read the class the first book in the Dinosaur Cove series, and then she had helped him check the second one out of the library, but the library did not have the third book, and he really wanted to keep reading the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was shocking because it has been a damn hard struggle to get Logan reading, he absolutely hates reading our nightly books. I mean, he has been getting better, he no longer fights and argues when I call him down to read his nightly reading books, but to have him ask me specifically for a book, it was a very very nice thing to hear. Obviously I bought the third book for him, as well as the fourth, I took advantage of my &lt;a href="http://www.dropdowndeals.com/scholastic-coupons"&gt;scholastic coupons&lt;/a&gt; too! I plan on, if he reads the third and fourth, on buying him the rest of the series. I will do just about anything I can to foster a love of reading in him. I love that my two oldest love curling up with a goof book, and I'd love to have the whole team reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1093433629744457010?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1093433629744457010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1093433629744457010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1093433629744457010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1093433629744457010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/11/stocking-stuffers.html' title='Stocking Stuffers'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-6299915951636981328</id><published>2011-11-07T00:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:16:01.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty Seven Days</title><content type='html'>With Forty seven days til christmas, IO am gathering my &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/holidaycards.html"&gt;Christmas invitations&lt;/a&gt;, gift wrap and tags, making lists and making plans for baking. I absolutely LOVE this time of year, Its just a blast for me, every bit of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a lot of people dislike the shopping part of Christmas, maybe they don't know what to give their loved one, or maybe they cant afford it, there are lots of reasons, but for me, its just a ball of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the planning, the smells, the decorations - there is nothing better then driving down a  dark lit street admiring the neighbors Christmas light display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to pick one thing that I love above all of the christmas season, It would be how excited the children get, second to that, the smells and sounds of christmas! What about you? Love it? hate it? Tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-6299915951636981328?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6299915951636981328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=6299915951636981328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6299915951636981328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6299915951636981328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/11/forty-seven-days.html' title='Forty Seven Days'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4372594318089609785</id><published>2011-10-20T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:24:55.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops!</title><content type='html'>Today at work I asked the waitress to bring me "anything cold" As she waled away I cursed myself for not thinking to say, "But no root beer" Because I hate root beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What never occurred to me, is that she might bring beer beer. Like the alcohol drink, beer. It was over the noon rush, and i didn't figure anyone drinks during the day in real life, it just never occurred to me she might bring that. It was a mix between a lime beer (?) iced tea and seven up. And.. it tasted good, I took a biiiig drink, about an inch, and complemented her on the mix and just as she was getting around to telling me what was in it, my ears started to buzz...uh oh. Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better call the  &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamers.com/"&gt;roadside assistance club&lt;/a&gt; because I am very very allergic to beer! Le Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, I only had 25 more minuets of work to bumble through, and there was only one order come in while we waited, I spent the majority of the time trying to prep garlic bread, but that scant inch I drank was really wreaking havoc on me. I got home, took off my pants (LOL) and crashed on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up long enough to put pants on when the kids got home and then crashed again til now, 7 pm-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I ask for a cold one, Ima specify NO BEER&gt; root or other wise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4372594318089609785?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4372594318089609785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4372594318089609785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4372594318089609785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4372594318089609785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/10/ooops.html' title='Ooops!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5248645607046213882</id><published>2011-10-17T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:57:23.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSSSSPIDERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!</title><content type='html'>So I survived the split shifts. Barley. By the lat one, I was grouchy, exhausted and had gotten a cold. I still have the cold, but am no longer exhausted. The cold is sucky though. What do people do when they have to work, and have a cold? Am I supposed to call in sick to work? I mean, i work with food and stuff, and I will be coughing and blowing my nose. Now, *I* know that when i cough it will be hygienically, and that i will wash my hands after I blow, but the customers in the dining room might here me cough, and THEY don't know I plan on washing well. Also, What if I get my co-worker sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I will head in, and if I get sent home, then I will know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bathroom getting another roll of toilet paper to blow my nose into (HOLY SNOT!!!) and guess what I saw? Yeah. A spider. Little bastard thinks he can come inside MY house to stay warm? I think NOT! Seeing as I didn't have an handy &lt;a href="http://www.nativesonsfishing.com/"&gt;flats fishing guides&lt;/a&gt; on hand to stop that MF'er, I uncoiled the central vac hose, plugged it in and sucked that jerk into oblivion. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do vacuums really kill spiders? Or have I set a spider death trap in the basement, and my poor husband will go downstairs to empty the central vac thingy and instead be attacked by the spiders I have sucked up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5248645607046213882?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5248645607046213882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5248645607046213882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5248645607046213882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5248645607046213882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/10/sssssspiderrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='SSSSSSPIDERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7216797354787616586</id><published>2011-10-11T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:27:30.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down, Two to Go</title><content type='html'>Well there we go, One split shift down, two to go. My co-worker J is SUPER patient with me, and never looks or acts upset when I ask him the gazzillion questions that I do. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a thought today, it would be way cool if they got a fake bull for fake bull riding at the bar. How fun would that be? Maybe they are super expensive and my boss would need &lt;a href="http://www.stimulusfunding.com/"&gt;merchant financing&lt;/a&gt;, who knows, but I think it would be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked six hours today (three and three) which is what I worked each of the three first weeks I worked there LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shower, eat and read my book is whats on my plans for the rest of the night - oh, and watch Glee, my hubby PVR'd it for me :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work again at ten AM tommorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7216797354787616586?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7216797354787616586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7216797354787616586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7216797354787616586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7216797354787616586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-down-two-to-go.html' title='One Down, Two to Go'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-793712280877625436</id><published>2011-10-11T08:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T08:25:33.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Looking Forward to the Week</title><content type='html'>Ugg. I like having a job, and I asked for more hours, but I got assigned to work the 10-2 and then the 5-9 shift at work for this Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Its not that I don't like the work, I'm actually looking forward to tonight because it's wing night and I know what to do, I am a bit nervous about Wednesday because I think that's burger night and I still don't remember what goes on what burger :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am worried about is how tired I am going to be and how to feed Micah and the boys supper while I am gone. But mostly Im worried about the tireds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker Suzie said I got these night shifts because she is on vacation this week, and if thats true and this is a one time thing, great, But in the future Id prefer to work no nights, or if I have too, one per week, max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of having a case of the tireds, I snapped this photo the other night. We got back from the in-laws around 11 and all three boys were wiiiiide awake so we rented a movie. Ten minutes into the movie, this is what we saw :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAafDIPheA8/TpRRjNHbcoI/AAAAAAAADeg/Ou45KICYB1k/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAafDIPheA8/TpRRjNHbcoI/AAAAAAAADeg/Ou45KICYB1k/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662240296769647234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-793712280877625436?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/793712280877625436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=793712280877625436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/793712280877625436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/793712280877625436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-looking-forward-to-week.html' title='Not Looking Forward to the Week'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAafDIPheA8/TpRRjNHbcoI/AAAAAAAADeg/Ou45KICYB1k/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1584480688109156274</id><published>2011-09-30T21:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:47:42.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE the way Blogger lets you change the design so easily now! check out my new halloween themed header! it would have been better if I had tiny skinny markers, or even felt pens, instead of the kids school crayola markers LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, it's pretty cute, hey? The one finger, the green one (duh) is a zombie, and he is eating the other fingers brains LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of trying to make money with a  &lt;a href="http://www.hospitalityjobsite.com/jobsearch/travel-hospitality/lodging/default.asp?job=night+audit+clerk"&gt;Night Audit Clerk Jobs&lt;/a&gt;, I think I will hire myself out as a finger painter LOL. I might even splurge on better markers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take a photo of the boys in the leaves for November, and of course something Christmassy for December. I'm looking forward to finding a monthly header photo for this blog! I wish my other blogs were this easy to design!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1584480688109156274?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1584480688109156274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1584480688109156274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1584480688109156274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1584480688109156274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/09/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-9147646706560434561</id><published>2011-09-30T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:22:56.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone advice</title><content type='html'>I have a first gen LG Rumer. its old, its worn, you cant see the letters on some keys, I've left it out int he rain and its worked for me, and i really love it. When my sister died, it was hers. It was in her purse, it had a log of her text messages - it had one sent from the hospital hours before she passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother already had a cell phone, so i took it home with me. I waited out her contract because I didn't know her password, and then activated it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I need a new phone. the space bar is really, REALLY temperamental, and I have to really work to convince the phone to work. I don't know a lot about technical stuff. I don;t even know what &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/product.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=portable-gps&amp;product=7203014"&gt;golf gps reviews golf digest&lt;/a&gt; is. is it a book? Is it a machine? I just don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me. Is the LG bliss or LG flick any good? The reviews are mixed online, so what I want is a real person who has owned one, to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-9147646706560434561?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9147646706560434561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=9147646706560434561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9147646706560434561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9147646706560434561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/09/phone-advice.html' title='Phone advice'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8700500735155341096</id><published>2011-09-30T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:08:51.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Lists!</title><content type='html'>So we finally got the Insurance bill in the mail. I've been calling them since May, since the flood, asking what our bill amount was gonna be - once you put in a claim, your insurance goes up :( - I wanted to know what the amount was gonna be so that we could take time and save up to pay it off. Now, September 30th, they finally sent the bill, and we owe damn near 500 bucks. The worst part? it has to be paid in LESS than a month, on October28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I got a job, unluckily, its a very part time job, 12 hours every payday, at 9;50 an hour, doesn't net you much. BUT, it will pay for half the bill, by the time we need to pay it. Hubs is gonna snag a few hours overtime, and that will pay the rest, but dammit, its not fair. Why are they allowed to give so little time to pay such a big bill? If we had time, we could have set money aside every month and this wouldn't be a stress at all, but even as early as two weeks ago, I had called and asked for a total and they refused. Its fricken MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Shopping lists! I had plans for my paychecks. The one I get tomorrow I wanted to buy Blakes present from santa, (A long board) the one after, I planned on buying Logans drum set (santa too) then, who knows/ I'm not putting names to stuff, but I wanted to check out &lt;a href="http://tacticalwatch.com/Luminox_Watches.php"&gt;luminox watches at tacticalwatch.com&lt;/a&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its only September 30th, we have tonnes of time before Christmas, but dammmmn it. I am not happy with my insurance peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8700500735155341096?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8700500735155341096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8700500735155341096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8700500735155341096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8700500735155341096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/09/shopping-lists.html' title='Shopping Lists!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5191093497661258995</id><published>2011-09-27T08:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:28:39.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward To Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix5i7_Y2Xs0/ToHdLmQq8TI/AAAAAAAADeQ/T8ZK_cvhsH8/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix5i7_Y2Xs0/ToHdLmQq8TI/AAAAAAAADeQ/T8ZK_cvhsH8/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657045798272823602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5191093497661258995?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5191093497661258995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5191093497661258995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5191093497661258995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5191093497661258995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-forward-to-halloween.html' title='Looking Forward To Halloween'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix5i7_Y2Xs0/ToHdLmQq8TI/AAAAAAAADeQ/T8ZK_cvhsH8/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-15094190461573575</id><published>2011-09-21T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:02:13.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammi saga</title><content type='html'>This past month I noticed that samantha had a loose tooth, and that seemed wrong. She just turned three in August, why were her teeth loose? Within two weeks, she had three teeth loose and her gums around those teeth were receding. We didn't have &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;insurance&lt;/a&gt; to cover this kind of thing, so i was pretty damn worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We simply could not afford a huge vet bill, but faced with the knowledge that her teeth were progressively getting worse, and in a short time frame, we had to do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her for an estimate at her normal vets office and was quoted 483.24 for a cleaning, tooth extraction, and iv fluids. I was horrified. They have no payment plan, and we don't have the extra cash knowing Christmas and house insurance is coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted on facebook about our woes, about it costing nearly 500 smacks to fix Sam's mouth, and my groomer said "Call me,. I know a different vet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sam went in yesterday morning and had a cleaning, three teeth extracted and iv fluids, and we paid a whopping 220.00. Thats it. Less than half of the other estimate, for the same service. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night sam was groggy and kind of funny, but today she is back to her old self. her teeth are sparkling white and she looks to be healing very well on the extraction site. I'm disappointed in our vet, on the over charging (in my opinion, it is over charging), but i will continue to go to them for the girls annual shots and check ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell Smokey, but I'm gonna start saving for her to go in and get her teeth cleaned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-15094190461573575?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/15094190461573575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=15094190461573575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/15094190461573575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/15094190461573575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/09/sammi-saga.html' title='Sammi saga'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7951773337367627358</id><published>2011-09-08T18:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T18:25:24.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Coming</title><content type='html'>Like I said on Facebook last night, I am super anxious to get my Christmas shopping done. I have my list of people to buy for, and what I want to get them, now I need to start buying, ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already bought for my littlest nephew, and that just puts me even more on edge, wanting to finish. I don't worry about &lt;a href="http://www.redenvelope.com/christmas-gifts-rcfav"&gt;christmas gifts from husband&lt;/a&gt;, as the husband type dude always has that in control, but its pretty much up to me to decide what everyone else gets - he has his say too, but I generally come up with an idea and he says "Go for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalized gifts are an awesome choice, I always find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7951773337367627358?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7951773337367627358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7951773337367627358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7951773337367627358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7951773337367627358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/09/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas Is Coming'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-2519049002972255327</id><published>2011-08-31T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:09:58.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New car! YAY!</title><content type='html'>reading about &lt;a href="http://www.carid.com/subaru-wrx-floor-mats/"&gt;subaru wrx custom floor mats&lt;/a&gt; reminded me that we got a new car and never bothered to tell you all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true! Its an Impala, and it WAS in excellent condition - but the day after - seriously, the very second night we owned it, it hailed. Damn near golf ball sized hail, which of course, left a few marks just about |EVERYWHERE!|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the hail damage (because we are) and its a damn sweet car. Only 90,000 KMs on it, and the interior is mint! the trunk is tonnes bigger then the Taurus, and that is most definitely a bonus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can tell, its better on gas and is a smoother ride as the shocks were on their way out, in the Taurus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was money well spent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-2519049002972255327?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2519049002972255327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=2519049002972255327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2519049002972255327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2519049002972255327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-car-yay.html' title='New car! YAY!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-9011573665422962387</id><published>2011-08-29T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:13:38.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning the hard way!</title><content type='html'>Recently I was contacted about a video of my sin that was on youtube. A television station wanted to give me thousands of dollars to license and use it for two years, did I have the original file?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Yeah, but it is stuck on a laptop that died due to a kid induced water immersion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point we learned the importance of backing shit up. Using a &lt;a href="http://www.officegemini.com/"&gt;document imaging software&lt;/a&gt; an external hard drive, or whatever other things there are out there, just. DO.IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to facebook and some super peeps there, I got my photos and videos off the dead laptop, but I should have had a back up in the first place to avoid the needless panic I went through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We now have an external back up system!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-9011573665422962387?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9011573665422962387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=9011573665422962387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9011573665422962387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9011573665422962387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/08/learning-hard-way.html' title='Learning the hard way!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5353905420442787970</id><published>2011-08-18T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:12:27.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:( &lt;--sad face</title><content type='html'>Summer is nearly over. It's August 18th, and School starts back up again on the 31st :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday the boys came home with their used up notebooks and broken crayons, but nope, school is nearly in session :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had done more this summer. We went camping, we went to the EX, we went swimming at the pool more times than I can count, but we didn't go anywhere big, or special :( You know what would have been fun? Hitting a beach with  &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-ca&amp;catalog=online&amp;category=metal-detector-accessories"&gt;metal detectors&lt;/a&gt;, or going somewhere where we could hike nature trails all day, or best of all, somewhere where they had an ikea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I live that store, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even looked up home schooling regulations in this province to see if it was viable, but its just not.I'm gonna miss the kids :( I put my application in at a few places, but if I don't find work, I'm gonna be bored out of my skull again this year :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5353905420442787970?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5353905420442787970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5353905420442787970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5353905420442787970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5353905420442787970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/08/sad-face.html' title=':( &lt;--sad face'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3618066189610356388</id><published>2011-07-17T00:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:29:26.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Men *eyeroll*</title><content type='html'>So we were on the way home from the lake tonight, when Micah said "Oh! I should play &lt;a href="http://www.rockband.com/"&gt;rockband &lt;/a&gt;when we get home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he plays the DRUMS not the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Wii_Accessories"&gt;wii guitar&lt;/a&gt;, I rolled my eyes and said it's nearly midnight. He laughed and agreed, and is now sitting and reading a book, eating jelly belly jelly beans by the hand ful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Try&lt;a href="http://www.jellybelly.ca/Canada/Default.aspx"&gt; jelly belly&lt;/a&gt; jelly beans, if you haven't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Micah should take on some of those rock band competitions. If they had one just for drumming, I betcha he would win it, the man is DYNAMITE on drums, I am amazed at how well he plays even when I am simultaneously annoyed at the noise he makes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3618066189610356388?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3618066189610356388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3618066189610356388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3618066189610356388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3618066189610356388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/07/men-eyeroll.html' title='Men *eyeroll*'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5624898620524689356</id><published>2011-07-17T00:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:21:28.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>Micah, the boys, and I went to the lake with BFF Kissy this afternoon/evening, and it was a blast! I am kind of horrified that this lake has been under an hour from us the whole time we have lived here, and neither Micah nor myself have ever been to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the &lt;a href="http://www.thebestadirondackchair.com/default.aspx"&gt;Adirondack chairs&lt;/a&gt;, icing my finger which I burnt trying to play in the fire pit, the dragon flies swooping and eating bugs, the kids laughing and playing in the dirt, it was just the best evening we have had in a long long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not positive that Micah and I will take the boys there to camp , though, as it is a boat-centric lake, not so much swimming, and kids do need to be entertained, but Micah and I will be going out there as a couple, with BFF kissy in August, a just adults weekend, and holy sweet jebus am I looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5624898620524689356?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5624898620524689356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5624898620524689356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5624898620524689356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5624898620524689356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1988448897002472502</id><published>2011-07-13T21:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:51:37.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must redecorate!</title><content type='html'>I started out this morning moving just the end tables to the kitchen so I could vaccumm up the dog hair, all the dog hair. I ended up moving the couches out taking the computer desk downstairs, bringing up shelving, a complete redecoration. All because I wanted to get rid of the dog hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels good, cleaner, more open, right now. Sure, I might want the computer desk back another day, but for right now, I'm happy with it sitting on the coffee table when not in use. But oh! Did i ever sweat! its probably close to 30, and very humid in here because we have no working furnace at the moment, so Forget  &lt;a href="http://dietpillsthatwork.com"&gt;diet pills that work&lt;/a&gt;, I sweated off last nights pizza dinner moving furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now though, I want to redecorate this blog. How freaking old is that picture in the header? Logan is seven now, he was a baby with a sippy cup in that picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten everything involved in template codes, so unless I can figure it out, I will have to have a plain jane template. I'm gonna look for some tutorials online though, first, before I go the plain jane route, and hopefully the next time  you stop by, there will be  a more updated photo of the bratlings up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1988448897002472502?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1988448897002472502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1988448897002472502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1988448897002472502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1988448897002472502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/07/must-redecorate.html' title='Must redecorate!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1010674056766291621</id><published>2011-07-09T23:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:42:36.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>Well, its the wee hours of Sunday morning. Hubby goes back to work for Monday. it seems like his vacation hasn't even started - we spent most of it at his moms house, as his sisters had come down to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I cleaned the house so that if Hubs wanted to be &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/invitingcompany.html"&gt;Inviting Company&lt;/a&gt;  over, the place would look decent, but my efforts were in vain - we have no AC so no one wanted to come to our oven of a home LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even only had ONE campfire, because none of his sisters wanted to sit outside and watch the fire with us, and that really made me sad as I was looking very much forward to sitting my the fire :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. we still have plans to head to the Exhibition in August, so there is that, at least, to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1010674056766291621?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1010674056766291621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1010674056766291621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1010674056766291621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1010674056766291621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/07/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5234762840152203348</id><published>2011-07-07T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:14:47.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lah Di Dah!</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a fancy shmancy tea party. We all dressed to the nines, and four of the attendees even wore great big hats, like the brits wore to the royal wedding! It was pretty freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, the tea was a birthday tea for my Sister in Law who recently turned 50. She was down from mexico, and my other sister in law was down from texas, so it was really just a reason for all of us to get together,  and act silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a girls only tea, minus Issac, who doesn't really count because he isn't even two yet, so we were free to giggle about babies (My niece is pregnant) and &lt;a href="http://www.lingeriediva.com/bridal-lingerie"&gt;sexy wedding lingerie&lt;/a&gt; - Two of my sister in laws are attending two different weddings this weekend, so that was a hotish topic LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I one hundred and fifty percent was convinced I would have the crappiest time EVER. Who throws a tea party? Seriously? We had wee sandwiches, with no crust, fancy desserts, like you wouldn't believe, bone china cups, and six or eight different teas! But, as much as I thought I would hate it, i loved it, it was a BLAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5234762840152203348?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5234762840152203348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5234762840152203348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5234762840152203348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5234762840152203348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/07/lah-di-dah.html' title='Lah Di Dah!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4960227553884432847</id><published>2011-06-25T20:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:57:35.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Logan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kal9dqfF1iM/TgafGPya_xI/AAAAAAAADaM/DpDNco4JNFw/s1600/IMG-20110610-00070.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kal9dqfF1iM/TgafGPya_xI/AAAAAAAADaM/DpDNco4JNFw/s320/IMG-20110610-00070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622356114484690706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Logan turns seven. (Insert *wahhh! My baby is all grown up* here).&lt;div&gt;Today we had his birthday party, and it went REALLY well. Like super good. The on;y issue we had was the one color of icing on his cake was off. I wasn't paying attention when I mixed it, and made it too yellowish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we started the birthday celebrations by hitting the theater and seeing Thor. What a fricken good movie! I absolutely enjoyed it, and would recommend it to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also saw a set of plastick blue testicals tied onto a truck hitch, in the parking lot. People, that is SOME funny shit right there, but that is NOT the intended use for &lt;a href="http://www.hitchdepotusa.com/"&gt;trailer hitches&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys were SO amused to see it, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4960227553884432847?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4960227553884432847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4960227553884432847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4960227553884432847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4960227553884432847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-logan.html' title='Happy Birthday Logan!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kal9dqfF1iM/TgafGPya_xI/AAAAAAAADaM/DpDNco4JNFw/s72-c/IMG-20110610-00070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-6077496031324433304</id><published>2011-05-28T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:49:11.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68Q1YUqj3LU/TeHBEpabpVI/AAAAAAAADZw/F51KXlkmqkM/s1600/card.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68Q1YUqj3LU/TeHBEpabpVI/AAAAAAAADZw/F51KXlkmqkM/s320/card.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611978896260703570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy howdy, do I ever wish I had gone to a &lt;a href="http://www.printdirectforless.com/"&gt;business printing&lt;/a&gt; site and had cards similar (or the same even, these are damn near perfect)made up! I could have used them by the dozens today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did people stop caring about social conventions? About the rules of the road? Is parking no longer taught in schools? The worst I saw today was a car parked SIDEWAYS on the parking lot, taking up three spots. I was uber amused to see that two cars had parked, one at the nose and one at the tail, blocking it in tighter then tight, but still, WTF? It wasn't even a nice car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bad parkers aren't event he half of it, i need cards (tied to rocks) to throw at the bad fucking drivers. We went to Costco today and were almost in an accident because some idiot cannot read the signs. One way means ONE FUCKING WAY, ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should have to re-take their drivers test every three to five years. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-6077496031324433304?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6077496031324433304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=6077496031324433304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6077496031324433304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6077496031324433304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/out-and-about.html' title='Out and about'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68Q1YUqj3LU/TeHBEpabpVI/AAAAAAAADZw/F51KXlkmqkM/s72-c/card.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-773283903802705502</id><published>2011-05-28T21:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:40:38.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jdemZT9_4/TeHAEXEv7tI/AAAAAAAADZo/jy48yx8LvYc/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jdemZT9_4/TeHAEXEv7tI/AAAAAAAADZo/jy48yx8LvYc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611977791826292434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-773283903802705502?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/773283903802705502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=773283903802705502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/773283903802705502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/773283903802705502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/fart_28.html' title='fart'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jdemZT9_4/TeHAEXEv7tI/AAAAAAAADZo/jy48yx8LvYc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8160769330292974970</id><published>2011-05-28T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:40:37.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jdemZT9_4/TeHAEXEv7tI/AAAAAAAADZo/jy48yx8LvYc/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jdemZT9_4/TeHAEXEv7tI/AAAAAAAADZo/jy48yx8LvYc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611977791826292434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8160769330292974970?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8160769330292974970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8160769330292974970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8160769330292974970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8160769330292974970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/fart.html' title='fart'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jdemZT9_4/TeHAEXEv7tI/AAAAAAAADZo/jy48yx8LvYc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8789711193593629524</id><published>2011-05-28T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:38:10.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting hard</title><content type='html'>My aunt had her first chemotherapy treatment on Thursday. She reported it went fine, no nausea, no adverse reactions, so that is good to hear. Later we will worry about &lt;a href="http://www.hairlossproduct-s.com/"&gt;hair loss treatment&lt;/a&gt;. Much later. For now all I care about is the chemo getting the cancer. All of it. Its stage four so I am worried, scared.. but trying to be hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't for the life of me recall how many treatments she was going to have, but at least they have started. It was a long wait, she had some drainage issues after her mastectomy that had to be dealt with first :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, The daughter of my aunt, is Due with her first child in a months time. I'm hoping that this baby is giving my aunt that extra boost that is needed to fight for her life, because this is going to be a damn hard fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same aunt who heard I was in labour with my second sin and drove all night to be by my side first thing the next morning, she was our first visitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8789711193593629524?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8789711193593629524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8789711193593629524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8789711193593629524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8789711193593629524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/hair.html' title='Fighting hard'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-724416147727252951</id><published>2011-05-21T19:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:27:42.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture</title><content type='html'>First of all, am I the only one who immediately thinks "Raptor" when they hear Rapture? I keep picturing people running, creaming down the street as hungry raptors chase after them, picking off the slow ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. rapture apparently has happened all over the world and now we have to worry about Zombies. Or soemthing. I admit I am a bit fuzzy on the details. In any case, I have my corpse rake, and my baseball bat, canned foods and a flame thrower, all I need is &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamrvinsurance.com/"&gt;motorhome insurance&lt;/a&gt;, a motor home and several bags of beef jerky, and I can be on my way to ...well. I dunno, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South for sure, becuase I don't want to be fighting zombies in the snow - although, snow has its benefits too, the zombies will freeze solid in the middle of winter, and with a toque and mittens I suppose an enterprising person could just go out and chop off their frozen heads in relative safety, and be  home for hot cocoa in time for Wheel of Fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, as easy as that sounds (though messy) I could use a warm weather vacay, even if it does mean I will be dodging and smashing Zombies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Rapture day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-724416147727252951?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/724416147727252951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=724416147727252951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/724416147727252951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/724416147727252951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture.html' title='Rapture'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-806815401489585056</id><published>2011-05-10T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:47:31.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mom Moment</title><content type='html'>When  I checked the mail the other day, I was startled to see a letter from my son's high school, addressed to me. Be honest now, the same thing would have popped in your head as did mine if you had gotten a letter like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What's he done this time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he had done, was make the high school honor roll for third term. YEAH. beat that! His mark in French was 88, which means he is officially way smarter then his momma who cannot speak a word of french - competently that is. For example. Parker could tell you that the machine I am using right now is called &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=fr-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Desktops_French"&gt;Ordinateurs&lt;/a&gt;. Myself, I call it a computer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take french from grade 7 to grade 9 and I failed each year. The rest of the kids in the class had all taken french class from kindergarten on, and many of them had french speaking family at home, but not me, so it sucked and I very much disliked it! Parker seems to be enjoying himself though, so that is good :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-806815401489585056?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/806815401489585056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=806815401489585056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/806815401489585056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/806815401489585056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/proud-mom-moment.html' title='Proud Mom Moment'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7399697482920452289</id><published>2011-05-10T21:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:40:37.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are weird.</title><content type='html'>Men are strange creatures, aren't they? Both my husband and my father in law reacted to the water streaming out of the roof* and onto our heads by getting angry, testy, yelling at everything that moved, while my mother in law and i reacted by gathering towels, buckets and children and starting clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I thought that it might have been a good idea to have gotten &lt;a href="http://www.trustedquote.com"&gt;term life insurance quotes&lt;/a&gt; before this as I was pretty sure my husband was gonna have a coronary with each new waterfall discovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no pictures for this one, there just wasn't time, honestly, it never once occurred to me to stop clean up and grab a camera! We had a toilet malfunction in an upstairs bathroom adn gallons and gallons of water went through the ceiling to the basement, ruining the floor and the furnace and hopefully nothing else, though the restoration company is a bit worried about the upstairs bathroom floor where the flood started. I am crossing my fingers that the floor will dry properly and we will be able to get away with just having to fix the basement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7399697482920452289?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7399697482920452289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7399697482920452289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7399697482920452289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7399697482920452289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/men-are-weird.html' title='Men are weird.'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-6649110498205245516</id><published>2011-05-05T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:29:33.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kids = LOL</title><content type='html'>My middle son, Blake (9) had his friend Max over today for the afternoon. At one point the boys decided they were too hot to stay outside and came in. After a bit of television, they wanted juice but I told them they could have water (cus I'm mean, dont'ya know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake took Max into the bathroom, the boys keep a drinking cup in there, and was going to have max use his cup - i put a stop to that right quick! But while they were in the bathroom, they started making faces in the mirror and Max commented that Blake had dark circles. Blake said "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah and I like them cus they make me look like I might be a vampire"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had let the boys stay up til nearly 12AM last night( no school today) so Blake was noticeably sleep deprived. I was meaner but more sensible tonight, and had them in bed by nine. I have no tips on &lt;a href="http://www.howtogetridofdarkcircles.net/"&gt;how to get rid of dark circles&lt;/a&gt; and see no need for vampires in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Blake is having a sleepover tomorrow night, so he will need a good nights sleep tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-6649110498205245516?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6649110498205245516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=6649110498205245516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6649110498205245516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6649110498205245516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/kids-lol.html' title='kids = LOL'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-6926000204163452267</id><published>2011-05-05T22:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:24:45.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrageous</title><content type='html'>I read the UK online newspaper, the Sun, and today they have &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3565711/Mum-injects-her-girl-7-with-Botox.html"&gt;a story&lt;/a&gt; about a mom who gives her daughter - age seven - botox fillers in the forehead and lips, has tattoo'd her daughters eyebrows, and plans on tattooing her seven year old kids lips next year. And its not illegal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom says she wants her seven year old to be famous like Willow Smith - but the thing is, willow smith is famous 'cus her dad is famous, not becuase her parents inject her with crap and tattoo her innocence away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im just shocked as hell this is allowed. To me, its child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the mom took a make up course four years ago, and studied botox injections on chat rooms and forums online, so she knows what she is doing (Yeah right!) I could spend day and night on &lt;a href="http://www.preworkoutsupplements.org/"&gt;http://www.preworkoutsupplements.org&lt;/a&gt; and still know nothing about either supplements OR working out, yet this lady thinks she is qualified to inject her kid with this crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seven year old shouldn't be concerned with her looks at all, yet this one is obsessed, thanks to her mom and It's a damn shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-6926000204163452267?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6926000204163452267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=6926000204163452267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6926000204163452267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6926000204163452267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/05/outrageous.html' title='Outrageous'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5197490025156869265</id><published>2011-04-12T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:47:31.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at Home</title><content type='html'>I had a parent teacher interview this afternoon for Logan - He is doing great. Better then great, considering where we were at the start of the year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan wore his crown and carried his scepter to the interview - I had made the crown by sewing triangle bits of felt to the bit I had cut off my jeans when I hemmed them. It took me less than an hour to make the crown, and that includes having to search through a gazillion totes to find the felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher commented on the crown remarking that it was great - I explained it was just something I had done out of boredom. Seriously people. try sitting home, alone every day, with just dogs for company, and see if you don't go batshit crazy. I should get a job, even a &lt;a href="http://www.job.com/sales-jobs/"&gt;sales jobs&lt;/a&gt; to keep myself busy, but the fact is, I'm damn lazy. I like being able to sleep til noon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5197490025156869265?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5197490025156869265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5197490025156869265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5197490025156869265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5197490025156869265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/04/bored-at-home.html' title='Bored at Home'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8653468859280202405</id><published>2011-04-10T00:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:53:26.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the wait?</title><content type='html'>So we cashed the tax refund check. And were told we have to wait 3-5 days for the funds to appear in our account. UHM, it's a freaking GOVERNMENT check, of course its good! Why the wait? Imagine if they did the bullshit 3-5 day wait when you cashed a paycheck? You'd have no choice but to get &lt;a href="http://www.checkcity.com/cash-advances.aspx"&gt;cash advances&lt;/a&gt; every shopping day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me SO much that they do this. Blakes birthday is on the 23rd, but his party is on the 16th, and we slightly need to buy his gifts. We left it this long becuase we knew the tax refund was coming, but now if we have to wait five stupid days we will be shopping the day before the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suckage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the cake? He requested a Coral Snake. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8653468859280202405?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8653468859280202405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8653468859280202405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8653468859280202405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8653468859280202405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-wait.html' title='Why the wait?'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-2927106482954854584</id><published>2011-04-06T20:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:24:54.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day is coming up pretty quick here - It's already over in the UK, theirs was on April 3. Last year was the very worst of all Mothers days ever, period. I was at my dad's, helping him plan the funeral for my sister. The Worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yo be honest, Until that Sunday when the kids pulled cards out of the suitcase, I had pretty much forgotten about it, but it was still bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has be better. I mean, It can't be worse, that's' for damn sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already hinted QUITE unsubtly that I want one of those &lt;a href="http://gifts.redenvelope.com/gifts/mothers-birthstone-necklace-30000564"&gt;mothers necklaces&lt;/a&gt;. You know the kind? It has the birth stones of all your kids on it, in whatever arrangement you choose. A family necklace, with Micah's and my own birthstone as well as the kids would be cool too, But I would rather that be a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1YCRjFCiKk/TZ0fnOzDDUI/AAAAAAAADYc/gLe9WhCOMQo/s1600/birthstone%2Bchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1YCRjFCiKk/TZ0fnOzDDUI/AAAAAAAADYc/gLe9WhCOMQo/s320/birthstone%2Bchart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592661071111589186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's birth months are October, April and June, so ...Opal, Diamond and pearl. Wowzers! What a monochromatic necklace that will make! Micah and I are both reds, ruby for me, garnet for him, so if we are added, at least we would have a bit of color LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We got a sweet tax return, so I am looking forward to this Mother's Day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-2927106482954854584?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2927106482954854584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=2927106482954854584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2927106482954854584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2927106482954854584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/04/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1YCRjFCiKk/TZ0fnOzDDUI/AAAAAAAADYc/gLe9WhCOMQo/s72-c/birthstone%2Bchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4120619465004586693</id><published>2011-03-30T19:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:42:10.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PLUS ONE!!</title><content type='html'>Rejoyce! Rejoyce! The mercury rose above zero today! We actually hit PLUS one! The snow was melting (Yay! Icy roads tomorrow morning) I even heard BIRDS singing when I went to get the boys from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious for it to get just a little bit warmer so that I can start taking walks in teh afternoon, I am hoping to get both a little vitamin D and a little exercise. The sin is actually helpful in clearing a lot of skin issues, acne included, so I ether need to get out under the sun or pick up some more  &lt;a href="http://www.topacnetreatment.org/clearpores/"&gt;clearpores&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won;t be taking the dogs out from now until the snow finishes melting though, that is just too much of a mess for me. What we do when it is either too wet or too cold outside is we play fetch, throwing a ball down the long hall over and over and over until the dog wears herself out retrieving and goes to lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better then a mud covered dog (and floors) or going for a run in minus forty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4120619465004586693?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4120619465004586693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4120619465004586693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4120619465004586693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4120619465004586693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/03/plus-one.html' title='PLUS ONE!!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-439299595722338923</id><published>2011-03-30T19:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:36:50.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST Timing</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, March 22, my eldest son turned on the PS3 and discovered it was dead. Neither myself, my husband nor my sons had heard of this issue plaguing the PS3's before - yellow light of death, and yet, there we were, the green/yellow/red/green/yellow/red light of doom blinking in our faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and son were crushed, of course, they are horrendously addicted to games and TV and movies - its a wonder really, that they are both so skinny, and Thank Sock for the invention  of &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Antennas"&gt;antennas for digital tv&lt;/a&gt;! And DVR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the DVR on Monday to record all episodes of Nanny 911 for me. I like that show, it reaffirms what a wonderful job I am doing with my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the dead PS3, it had lived a good life, we have had it for three or four years, it's the original ps3, not even the slim version, it was pre-slim, even! So, lucky for my husband and sons, the ps3 died on Tuesday, and we filed our taxes- getting a very nice return, on Wednesday, so the boys went out and bought a play station 3. Very good timing becuase if not for the taxes being filed there is no way they could have afforded a new one :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-439299595722338923?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/439299595722338923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=439299595722338923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/439299595722338923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/439299595722338923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-timing.html' title='The BEST Timing'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4933649432141325087</id><published>2011-03-14T15:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:59:00.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting things into perspective</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up and everything was going wrong. I cant really get into details, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/shannon_bpr"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; and pouted for a while about how horrible my life is and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wah wah wah, poor me&lt;/span&gt;. And then I went for a four hour nap with my youngest son who was home with a migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and remembered I have a friend who recently lost  her daughter, whose son is in a coma, still fighting to wake up, and I realized that the little crappy bits in my life are nothing, NOTHING compared to what others are dealing with. The thousands and thousands and THOUSANDS of homeless in Japan, the mothers who have lost children, who am I to complain? Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4933649432141325087?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4933649432141325087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4933649432141325087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4933649432141325087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4933649432141325087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/03/putting-things-into-perspective.html' title='Putting things into perspective'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5379070480397041565</id><published>2011-03-06T19:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:50:45.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>This afternoon we met my dad and his wife at mcDonalds for Shamrock Shakes. While we were all sitting around, my step mama asked about the new video camera  we had bought. I just happened to have tossed it in my purse - its the size of a cell phone- so I pulled it out and clicked play on a random video stored on the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMFG people. Logan had been the last person to have played with the video camera, and he had gone the bathroom with it, and had made a lovely video of his poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sick! That's the LAST thing I wanted to see while trying to enjoy a milk shake - at least it wasn't a chocolate shake LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5379070480397041565?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5379070480397041565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5379070480397041565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5379070480397041565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5379070480397041565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/03/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-6045508323756875122</id><published>2011-02-26T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:00:51.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With wee tiny marshmallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NNsYYwxpNY/TWm9xmsTNsI/AAAAAAAADX8/hpmzG8fmLx4/s1600/HtChc_Mrsh500g_E_Aug09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NNsYYwxpNY/TWm9xmsTNsI/AAAAAAAADX8/hpmzG8fmLx4/s320/HtChc_Mrsh500g_E_Aug09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578198273372665538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put the kettle on so that I can make a mug of hot chocolate. I love hot chocolate, and to hell with &lt;a href="http://toprateddietpills.com/"&gt;diet pills&lt;/a&gt;, I love it the best when it has wee tiny marshmallows on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth dries out fast, I need to have water, tea, coffee, hot chocolate, gum, hard candies or soemthing in my mouth pretty much constantly, so I have a wiiiiiiiide variety of hot cocoas, teas and flavored coffees to choose from :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am loving the Acia Berry tea, but i really want chocolate, so the hot chocolate won out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part about the kettle that I dislike is the way it screams at me when it is done. OMG SHUT UP you stupid kettle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-6045508323756875122?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6045508323756875122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=6045508323756875122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6045508323756875122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6045508323756875122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-wee-tiny-marshmallows.html' title='With wee tiny marshmallows'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NNsYYwxpNY/TWm9xmsTNsI/AAAAAAAADX8/hpmzG8fmLx4/s72-c/HtChc_Mrsh500g_E_Aug09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1053959448641707893</id><published>2011-02-26T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:53:14.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordering online</title><content type='html'>I ordered a &lt;a href="http://store.kodak.com/store/ekconsus/en_US/pd/PLAYSPORT_Video_Camera__Zx3/productID.169976100"&gt;Kodak Playsport video camera&lt;/a&gt; (in Blue) online the other day, and it should be arriving on Monday or Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has some pretty good reviews and my sister in law has one as well, so I felt pretty comfortable with the the purchase. I feel more comfortable buying electronics online then supplements, I worry about being caught in a &lt;a href="http://buytopdietpills.com/the-lowdown-on-hoodia/"&gt;hoodia scam&lt;/a&gt; or that I will get catnip or some other unidentifiable instead of what i wanted, so I buy my stuff in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But online there are a lot of safe places to shop for things you want, and I prefer to go straight to the source and buy from the store, I bought my iPad from apple, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can;t wait till my playsport arrives becuase I am gonna be annoying you all with SO MANY videos of my kids and my dog and even, if you are lucky, ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1053959448641707893?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1053959448641707893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1053959448641707893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1053959448641707893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1053959448641707893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/ordering-online.html' title='Ordering online'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8847738110740316393</id><published>2011-02-26T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:46:25.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APqlVb4jzXw/TWm6uUKZx3I/AAAAAAAADX0/m-BPypumwNw/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APqlVb4jzXw/TWm6uUKZx3I/AAAAAAAADX0/m-BPypumwNw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578194918324160370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing Monday morning I need to call the vets office. Samantha is 3 weeks overdue for her annual shots, but more concerning, she has a big patch of dry flaky skin on her elbow..knee..uhm...front leg joint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need to know if she is gonna need &lt;a href="http://www.eczematreatments.net/"&gt;eczema treatments&lt;/a&gt; or has an allergy or is developing a hot spot or WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is soooo precious to me, so the idea that she may be ill or have a medical problem, bothers me SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have their cleanings on Monday as well, so it will be a  busy, busy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8847738110740316393?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8847738110740316393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8847738110740316393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8847738110740316393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8847738110740316393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/monday-morning-plans.html' title='Monday Morning Plans'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APqlVb4jzXw/TWm6uUKZx3I/AAAAAAAADX0/m-BPypumwNw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8076349913194997794</id><published>2011-02-24T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:51:11.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LMFAO</title><content type='html'>OMG how funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and brother in law are ridiculously religious. Like, REALLY religious. That is an important point. Please remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week they went on a Jamaican vacation. Unfortunately, they didn't check the fine print over too well, and ended up at a CLOTHING OPTIONAL resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law was laying on the beach and looking towards the ocean, She though, "Gee it looks like those men out there are not wearing anything..." and then they turned around and their "dangles were dangling"  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the restaurant there were people who ate totally nude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law always takes pictures, LOTS of pictures while on vacation, she has to charge her &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=notebook_battery"&gt;toshiba laptops batteries&lt;/a&gt; seventeen times before she can download all her pictures (Joking, that's an exaggeration LOL) But exaggeration aside, she takes a tonne of photos (And we "get" to look at them all, YAY!) so I very VERY much look forward to bugging her about the photos - or lack there of!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8076349913194997794?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8076349913194997794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8076349913194997794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8076349913194997794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8076349913194997794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/lmfao.html' title='LMFAO'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3862665079002963399</id><published>2011-02-22T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:08:05.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno Plans</title><content type='html'>With our mortgage payment on Friday, our remaining mortgage balance left the 70K mark and entered into the 60k's. That's right,m just 69K more to pay on our home and it is ours free and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what you could do with a paycheck, if you did not have a mortgage payment coming out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy about the new amount, becuase the less we owe, the less interest we pay, and the less we pay on our mortgage, the more I can spend fixing up the house. The house is in good shape, but cosmetic changes need to be made. The pain on the living room, hall and kitchen MUST go, and I would love to put up &lt;a href="http://www.glasstilesoutlet.com/"&gt;glass tile&lt;/a&gt; as a back splash, and outside, I want a sidewalk put in, from the side to the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Micah is watching some stupid show on TV, so now is a great time for me to go soak in the tub :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3862665079002963399?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3862665079002963399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3862665079002963399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3862665079002963399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3862665079002963399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/reno-plans.html' title='Reno Plans'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3095918361746386763</id><published>2011-02-22T21:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:23:43.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Time!</title><content type='html'>Im so looking forward to tonight's bath. I piggy backed onto Blake's Library card this afternoon when I took him to the library to return the old, and pick out new books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wanting to read &lt;a href="http://www.deankoontz.com/"&gt;Dean Koontz's Frankenstein&lt;/a&gt;, but was very leery knowing it was CO-written by him, not solely written by him, so i was pleased to find it in the library today. I did not see the rest of the series with it, but that doesn't matter, becuase if the book is good, i will buy the series myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake passed up reference books on &lt;a href="http://www.hgh-pills.org/"&gt;hgh pills&lt;/a&gt; to bring home a book on Great White sharks, As well as two encyclopedic type books, one on Siberian Tigers, and one on &lt;a href="http://paxarcana.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/komodo-dragon.jpg"&gt;Komodo Dragons&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Very soon I will be gathering a nice thick towel, pulling a bottle of ice cold water from the refrigerator, and sinking into a HOT, bubble filled bath, and that makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3095918361746386763?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3095918361746386763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3095918361746386763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3095918361746386763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3095918361746386763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/bubble-time.html' title='Bubble Time!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7333395802018922522</id><published>2011-02-17T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:39:07.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six weeks, tops</title><content type='html'>Logan was complaining about the cold today - he had reason too, it was -28 and very very windy. I told him to buck up because it's the middle of February already, we have 12 days or so to go and we are into march. march is the last "cold" month. April can be chilly but its usually not cold, and when it IS&lt; It is one day of cold to a week of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six weeks at the most before we have springy weather. Don't look for me to get out some &lt;a href="http://www.ccoutdoorstore.com/zamberlan-hiking-boots-and-shoes.html"&gt;zamberlan hiking boots&lt;/a&gt;, because I;m not that kind of girl, but dammit, I picked up a sweeeeet lounge chair for my back yard last fall, and I am super anxious to get out there and use it! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to be cold all weekend, then warm up, -9ish for the next week, and in my books, -9 is effin AWESOME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7333395802018922522?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7333395802018922522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7333395802018922522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7333395802018922522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7333395802018922522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-weeks-tops.html' title='Six weeks, tops'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7217923090341506035</id><published>2011-02-17T20:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:33:26.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for an 8 Hour trip!</title><content type='html'>SO. An eight hour trip with a six year old. Sounds horrible, right? Not really. All you have to do is be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my iPad fully charged - 11 hours of battery, and loaded with the movie Despicable me, and Marmaduke. I have my husbands ipod Touch fully charged (4 hours and 53 minutes) and loaded with the movies Space Pups and Scooby doo and the Vampire island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded twenty or more free apps from the "kids and family" section of iTunes, and I downloaded two books for myself for the evenings for the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=e-book-readers"&gt;ebook readers&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bottle of juice and two bottles of water. Licorice whips and a bag of goldfish. In short, I am ready for anything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how it goes - oh and he has his game boy as well1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7217923090341506035?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7217923090341506035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7217923090341506035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7217923090341506035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7217923090341506035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/ready-for-8-hour-trip.html' title='Ready for an 8 Hour trip!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1610250295138619965</id><published>2011-02-04T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:04:25.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMMMMMMMMMMMM</title><content type='html'>My inlaws think that feeding me a ham dinner (YUMMY! Scalloped potatoes!!) and keeping my boys over night is payment enough that I won't be mad they are ditching me for Arizona for 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerks! I want them to stay home! butttttt nooooooooooooooo! They hate winter and want to head south where it is sunny and warm and htere is no snow anywhere. And also, They might hate me. What other reason would they ahve for ditching me like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh. I'm gonna be stuck here, in the snow and cold, while they &lt;a href="http://www.goldeneaglecoin.com/"&gt;buy silver coins&lt;/a&gt;, watch road runners and work on their tans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all? I'm gonna miss them :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1610250295138619965?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1610250295138619965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1610250295138619965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1610250295138619965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1610250295138619965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/hammmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='HAMMMMMMMMMMMM'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7250428289222708862</id><published>2011-02-04T15:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:59:39.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The light bulb is dead. YAY!</title><content type='html'>So. abnormal reaction, I know, but it really is cheer worthy that a light bulb is dead. Way back in August we removed our skylight that leaked and put up a fake wall and these lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TUx12z1zRpI/AAAAAAAADXM/qUcIlWPnVjs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TUx12z1zRpI/AAAAAAAADXM/qUcIlWPnVjs/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569956423639713426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Well the picture is upside down lol. that's Odd. Oh well. As you can see, one of the bulbs is burnt out and I am GLAD!&lt;br /&gt;We paid sixty bucks for those bulbs (total, not each) and they are so crappy we prefer to elavet he lights of then turn them on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. why is that one out and none of the others? First of all, those lights are supposed to last four years,  and yet one is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh&lt;a href="http://www.lightingshowplace.com/category/kitchen"&gt;kitchen lighting&lt;/a&gt;...damned if you do, damned if you don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7250428289222708862?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7250428289222708862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7250428289222708862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7250428289222708862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7250428289222708862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/02/light-bulb-is-dead-yay.html' title='The light bulb is dead. YAY!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TUx12z1zRpI/AAAAAAAADXM/qUcIlWPnVjs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7049814847687009180</id><published>2011-01-19T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:26:34.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockband annoys me</title><content type='html'>My husband loves RockBand and I cannot stand it. Oh how I hate the noise, the "characters" n screen who look like they are overdosing on &lt;a href="http://dietpilldiscounts.com/"&gt;weight loss vitamins&lt;/a&gt;, the size of his drum set, and the noise. Mostly the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he loves it, and I love him so I put up with it. I just pout while doing so LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated - who can guess what my husband is doing *Right Now*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go lay down on the couch and rest, not sleep, just lay down, but if I lay down he is gonna assume I want to nap and will stop playing his drums. On one hand, YAY! no more noise, but on the other hand, he loves his rock band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume the boys will come home tomorrow - they have been staying at my inlaws the past few days, and once the boys come home, its not like he can play RB after 8PM anyway. (Eight is bedtime here for 2/3 of the children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm gonna get some ice water and my book and go lay down with my blankie. I'm soooo cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7049814847687009180?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7049814847687009180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7049814847687009180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7049814847687009180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7049814847687009180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/rockband-annoys-me.html' title='Rockband annoys me'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-9201274644488366491</id><published>2011-01-16T18:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:49:16.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Sigh. Candy addict</title><content type='html'>I sent Parker three doors down to take an insulated coffee mug and a back scratcher to my inlaws, something I had forgotten to send with the boys yesterday when they went on their sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got back home he had a baggie FILLED to the brim with hard candies that my mother in law got on sale at &lt;a href="http://www.sobeys.com/"&gt;Sobeys&lt;/a&gt;. they are the Christmas hards, and they are awesome. I love them, BUT. I am trying, halfheartedly to lose weight. I cant seem to enjoy physical activity so I figured i would cut out sweets, but dammit! I love sugar. And even when I use all my will power to not buy them during shopping so they are not in the house, soemthing like this always happens and I am presented with wonderful sugary candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begs the question, &lt;a href="http://www.allireviews.com/"&gt;does alli work&lt;/a&gt;? Cus maybe the risk of crapping my pants would be worth it....maybe teach me how to say NO when the candy is right in front of my nose :0/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-9201274644488366491?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9201274644488366491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=9201274644488366491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9201274644488366491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9201274644488366491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/le-sigh-candy-addict.html' title='Le Sigh. Candy addict'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3205091666309653564</id><published>2011-01-14T17:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:04:58.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old SpongeBob Rug</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, we did a big clean up of the boys rooms. we went through every book, every toy and ever item of clothing, we moved dressers, shelves and the bed and cleaned EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time our eleven year old expressed some dissatisfaction with his thread barren SpongeBob Square Pants rug. When we bought it, Parker was six and it was the perfect thing, but now he is just a wee bit old for it. That and it is in really bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at &lt;a href="http://www.beadaholique.com/"&gt;beading tools&lt;/a&gt; online today and came across the hook for a latch hook kit and was struck by inspiration. I made a pattern of Doctor Who's Tardis :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TTDkBmc0PRI/AAAAAAAADXA/xgRrTNJtVwU/s1600/tardis%2Btake%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TTDkBmc0PRI/AAAAAAAADXA/xgRrTNJtVwU/s320/tardis%2Btake%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562196255954976018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned it into a 22 page pattern, and it will require more than 25,000 individual pieces of yarn to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is done, it will be 2footx4foot, and be epic. As well as the Tardis rug, I have ordered some vinyl Dalek wall stickers, and we are planning on purchasing a space themed wall mural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His room will be epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3205091666309653564?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3205091666309653564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3205091666309653564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3205091666309653564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3205091666309653564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-spongebob-rug.html' title='An Old SpongeBob Rug'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TTDkBmc0PRI/AAAAAAAADXA/xgRrTNJtVwU/s72-c/tardis%2Btake%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4710553865562792157</id><published>2011-01-13T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:32:23.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little wants</title><content type='html'>I want a new tattoo. Actually, I want two new tattoos, but I want one more than I want the other. I want to get one with my stem momma, in honor of my sister who passed away May fifth, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a better computer. preferably one with multiple &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=Monitors"&gt;monitors&lt;/a&gt; set up, not so that  can work more efficiently, but becuase its damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a sectional couch for the living room, and a HUGE love seat type chair, matching of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of those are gonna happen any time soon, but keeping goals in mind help me to see where we are, and where I want to be. It helps me see what i am working towards :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4710553865562792157?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4710553865562792157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4710553865562792157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4710553865562792157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4710553865562792157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-wants.html' title='Little wants'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-2595947054608342789</id><published>2011-01-10T12:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:53:22.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross them, NOW</title><content type='html'>My husband is sick. So sick he is home from work. He saw the doc and got a prescription for antibiotics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son (the eldest) is sick, a slightly lesser version of his daddy's cold. If his cough gets much worse He will have to head to the doctors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the two little guys are fine, but the big issue here is me. I CANNOT get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't. Can't. CAN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a weeks time I am getting all my upper teeth pulled and the last thing I want to do is be worrying about coughing or having a sore throat or having burny-ouchy breathing like my husband has now, at the same time as I am dealing with a healing mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please cross you fingers and hope I stay healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-2595947054608342789?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2595947054608342789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=2595947054608342789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2595947054608342789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2595947054608342789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/cross-them-now.html' title='Cross them, NOW'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4225369211735569018</id><published>2011-01-03T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:58:52.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>common ailment</title><content type='html'>You know how women who are abused will say they fell down the stairs or they ran into a door nob? Yeah. I haven't fallen down the stairs in a while, but I constantly hit my arms on the &lt;a href="http://www.doorhardwareplus.com/page/handlesets"&gt;handlesets&lt;/a&gt; as I pass them, or worse, the edging of the door - that leaves a nice bigggg bruise :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best yet, the other day I was lifting a stool over a desk, paying attention to the desk to make sure I did not hit it with the legs of the stool when the leg crashed into a closet door jamb. the stool of course hit me smack in the mouth giving me a bloody lip. but who on earth believes a woman with a a fat lip who says "Oh, yeah, I hit it on a stool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Wait! I have one better! back when our now eight year old was about 8 months old or so, I was walking with him in my arms and stepped on a toy which bloody hurt and I fell. I put out my one arm to catch myself so I did not break the baby I was carrying and ended up with a sore wrist. I ignored it, but when my husband got home from work he insisted I have it x-rayed as it was quite swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clinic, the doctor tried to get me and my baby to hide away at a shelter and arrest my husband for beating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that people do get beaten, and I know kit sucks and I should be glad that there are people who care and who try to assist the victims, but it makes it damn awkward to be a clumsy person, when there are people who care LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4225369211735569018?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4225369211735569018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4225369211735569018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4225369211735569018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4225369211735569018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/common-ailment.html' title='common ailment'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7838648767783360081</id><published>2011-01-03T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:48:56.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another whine</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick. And I am sick of being sick. My tummy hurts and i constantly feel full. I cant even drink coffee because one cup of coffee makes me feel so full I feel like I will toss my cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about a  &lt;a href="http://www.coloncleanser.net/"&gt;colon cleansing&lt;/a&gt;, all I need is to drink water fast to clear out my insides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im super tired, and can;t wait for bedtime, and about the only thing I cannot complain about is that I currently do not have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel myself again so i can get out with my new camera and explore the town from behind my viewfinder. I want to go hiking to see if i can find that fox everyone (except me)keeps seeing, and I want to be able to play with the kids, most of all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7838648767783360081?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7838648767783360081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7838648767783360081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7838648767783360081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7838648767783360081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-whine.html' title='Another whine'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8783593989750717362</id><published>2011-01-03T19:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:44:25.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>In two weeks I will be laying back in a dentists chair having all my upper teeth pulled. Sounds like fun, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, at this time, 14 days from now I will be laying in bed (hopefully on &lt;a href="http://www.luxorlinens.com/"&gt;Luxury sheets&lt;/a&gt;) propped up on my pillows, with the tv on, and pouting about my poor painful pitiful mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully admit that I am a big baby and will probably be a bear to live with for a few days after the pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8783593989750717362?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8783593989750717362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8783593989750717362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8783593989750717362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8783593989750717362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8751553894400516621</id><published>2010-12-18T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:11:35.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TQ2EAbhw01I/AAAAAAAADWk/XNahWSHT4UA/s1600/christmas%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TQ2EAbhw01I/AAAAAAAADWk/XNahWSHT4UA/s320/christmas%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552239058541925202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For teh boys school Christmas celebrations, I made each of them a set of thirty cake pops. Ten snowman, ten reindeer and ten Christmas trees and they were quite a hit, let me tell you! I spent the day in Logans class with him for their class party, and the kids were positively feral for anything remotely sugarish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sugar there was! Wow! There were teh requisite meat and cheese and veggies trays, but most of the parents sent cookies squares, cupcakes and otehr such goodies! I had my fill, Im gonna need some &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosswand.com/reviews/decatrim-reviews/"&gt;decatrim&lt;/a&gt; after the way I ate, but it was all so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of all of the treats,  I am happy to say, were the purple grapes. I've never had a grape so flavorful or juicy as those grapes! We normally get green grapes at the grocery store, becuase I remember purple grapes as being rather dry and flavorless, but according to my taste buds on Friday, that is about to change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8751553894400516621?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8751553894400516621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8751553894400516621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8751553894400516621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8751553894400516621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/12/cake-pops.html' title='Cake pops'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TQ2EAbhw01I/AAAAAAAADWk/XNahWSHT4UA/s72-c/christmas%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5834493674672061306</id><published>2010-12-15T21:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:21:35.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up and got dressed - I generally stay in my pajamas until noon or so, and quite often go back to bed after the boys go to school, but those morning was different because i had an appointment at 9:15 to take my pup to the groomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My groomer lives four blocs from me. I saw six cars in the ditch, one had hit a parked car and was quite banged up, on my way to her house. I sure hope those cars had gotten  nice &lt;a href="http://www.insurancespecialists.com/auto-insurance/"&gt;car insurance quotes&lt;/a&gt;, because with the two hours of freezing rain we had last night, I am sure those six cars are not the only vehicles in that ended up in the ditch last night/this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid and slipped around the corners myself, and got stuck on one corner too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of that for nothing, becuase today is Wednesday, not Thursday and Sam's appointment was for Thursday. if Only I had figured out how to tell the days of the week before I walked into my groomers place to find her in her pajamas and on her first cuppa java!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Embarrassing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5834493674672061306?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5834493674672061306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5834493674672061306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5834493674672061306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5834493674672061306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/12/six.html' title='Six'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-51303527335053124</id><published>2010-12-11T20:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:46:39.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa</title><content type='html'>Our eldest is in grade six this year and he came home from school on Wedneesday all excited that his class is doing a secret santa. I know I was always excited about secret santa exchanges at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the schools there is a limit on the cost of the exchange to parents by enforcing a price cap on the gifts. That means that the super cool gifts like gym passes for &lt;a href="http://www.suplay.com/"&gt;wrestlers&lt;/a&gt; or a scooter are out, but its surprising how many gifts under ten bucks a kid can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up spending a wee tiny bit more than the 10 limit, 12.99, but SHHHHH! That will be our secret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-51303527335053124?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/51303527335053124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=51303527335053124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/51303527335053124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/51303527335053124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-santa.html' title='Secret Santa'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3121390414914179436</id><published>2010-11-28T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:58:20.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Monday</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Cyber Monday, and I am looking forward to seeing if there are any super "I can;t live without that" deals online for me. There is a &lt;a href="http://www.waystomakemoneyonline.org/"&gt;way to make money online&lt;/a&gt;, but you have to be diligent and make sure you research all of your options first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make a considerably good deal online shopping, I consider that to be money made. Fore example. if I want to buy X product and in a store it is 20 bucks, but online it is 5, I feel I have "made" 15 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I lean towards that type of thinking, it is exciting to think that there may be some super sales online !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3121390414914179436?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3121390414914179436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3121390414914179436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3121390414914179436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3121390414914179436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/cyber-monday.html' title='Cyber Monday'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5603163870034464554</id><published>2010-11-28T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:42:55.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime</title><content type='html'>Micah and Parker are three doors down catching the Grey Cup game, and me, Blake and Logan are at home. Blake and Logan have 8PM bedtimes and they need to keep to their proper bedtimes on school nights becuase they are grouchy little brats if they do not get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker is eleven though, on the verge of attitude, &lt;a href="http://www.hormonalacne.org/"&gt;hormones and acne&lt;/a&gt;, and as such, has a later bedtime. 9PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker wakes up very easily and cheerfully in the morning too, so it is obvious to me that eh can handle this later bedtime. My younger two don't cause a fuss at going to bed earlier than Parker except on days like this, where they have to go to bed and they know that Parker is still off somewhere having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the younger two were capable of getting up in the morning on less sleep, then I would allow them to stay up on special days like this, but they aren't and as a parent I have to do what is right for them, and make them do what they do not want, because I know it is what they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am perfectly fine being the big Meany and doing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5603163870034464554?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5603163870034464554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5603163870034464554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5603163870034464554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5603163870034464554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/bedtime.html' title='bedtime'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-767483599432123900</id><published>2010-11-19T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:12:14.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather and claws</title><content type='html'>We brought out dogs to my dads house tonight and besides the noisiness there is one other issue that we are dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are accustomed to sitting on the couches with us at home and cannot quite understand why they aren't allowed to sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, here the couches are leather, and there are no &lt;a href="http://www.slipcovershop.com/"&gt;slipcovers&lt;/a&gt; in sight, meaning the couch is at serious risk from the doggy claws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite the night so far, though, the dogs have new things to smell and new places to run and are barking up a storm! It's quite annoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-767483599432123900?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/767483599432123900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=767483599432123900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/767483599432123900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/767483599432123900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/leather-and-claws.html' title='Leather and claws'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7155799541792765710</id><published>2010-11-13T00:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:55:28.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst is Done!</title><content type='html'>I often find Micah super super hard to buy for, and consider him the "hardest" to get done fro Christmas. Sure, he gives us lots of ideas, but I don;t want just some dumb dorky assed thing, I want something he will super enjoy and really really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, I am done. D.O.N.E shopping for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you heard me. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, even though i got him all his Christmas gifts, I *still* found him another  gift - except, I just gave it to him, I didn't keep it back for Christmas (or his birthday in January)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when we were out shopping we found the cutest &lt;a href="http://www.ralphlauren.com/family/index.jsp?categoryId=1760813"&gt;sweaters&lt;/a&gt; and I couldn't resist, and bought one for Micah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til tomorrow, he tried it on tonight when we got home, but he did it over a tee shirt. Tomorrow he will wear it for real and I think he will look Hawt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7155799541792765710?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7155799541792765710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7155799541792765710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7155799541792765710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7155799541792765710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-is-done.html' title='The worst is Done!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-6765032361037406781</id><published>2010-11-13T00:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:48:39.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want For Christmas...</title><content type='html'>I was out, with the boys, for coffee tonight with my BFF Kissy. We went shopping after coffee and it was awesome! We like to be all sneaky sneaky about what we are getting for each other, we try to make sure the other doesn't know at all what we want :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, there was a sale on &lt;a href="http://www.footwearetc.com/UGG-Boots/"&gt;ugg boots&lt;/a&gt; and she got a *bit* too excited about it, if you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna be picking up a pair of size six uggs and wrapping them in festive paper for my BFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, she still has no idea what I want! hahaha! I mean, she can go the easy route and get me socks, but that's not our style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-6765032361037406781?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6765032361037406781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=6765032361037406781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6765032361037406781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6765032361037406781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want For Christmas...'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8074712815316092822</id><published>2010-11-13T00:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:42:02.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea!!</title><content type='html'>Micah and i are really stuck on what to get the boys for Christmas from the jolly red guy, if you know who I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just. They have a lot of crap, so what can we get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unless someone has access to  &lt;a href="http://www.printdirectforless.com/"&gt;cheap flyer printing&lt;/a&gt; and starts dropping flyers full of ideas by the million from planes overhead, i think we are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we are *kinda* thinking about getting the boys a pool table. We are checking online and I have found a few that look to be in OK condition, and they are for under 200 bucks, which is beyond awesome, but it would be darn hard to transport it, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, would a six, eight and eleven year old enjoy a pool table? I know me and Micah would.... but they need to as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8074712815316092822?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8074712815316092822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8074712815316092822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8074712815316092822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8074712815316092822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/idea.html' title='Idea!!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-2614431172540966574</id><published>2010-11-11T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:31:38.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Close call!</title><content type='html'>Micah is off trying his best to murder Bambi's mama  (Or better yet, Bambi's daddy), and while he is gone, the boys and i took advantage of his absence and headed into the city to do some last minute Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah is harder to shop for so he is often left to the very end - and yes, I know that some of you don't feel that the first half of November is last minute shopping, but darnit, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm please to say that except for one video game, which is not out until the 16th, we successfully bought his Christmas gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One really super bad thing was at the till, as the cashier was running my stuff over her &lt;a href="http://www.posguys.com/barcode-scanner_3/"&gt;barcode scanner&lt;/a&gt; I was busy in my purse looking for my debit card and I could NOT find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been YEARS since I've had that particular thing happen to me and it was horrifying. Scenarios of having to actually say out loud that I did not have money with me were running through my head, and also? The lie was FULL there were tonnes of people behind me, waiting their turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I found it *JUST* as she gave the total, but man, it was close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-2614431172540966574?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2614431172540966574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=2614431172540966574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2614431172540966574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2614431172540966574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/close-call.html' title='Close call!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1497043603864530229</id><published>2010-11-10T21:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:36:31.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow as Molasses!</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt; is on its last legs. I have an online backup that runs at 4 am every morning so I am confidant I wont lose my pictures and music, but geesh it will suck when my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; dies. I really don't want to have to buy another PC right now, money is tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time I am thinking about &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=desktop-computers"&gt;desktops&lt;/a&gt; as opposed to Laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my iPad now, so when I travel I can do almost everything on my iPad that I can on a laptop, so I may as well get a desktop instead of a laptop. it would have better everything, including storage, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your opinions on laptops vs. Desktops? And don't suggest a mac. I'm not buying mac, they are too expensive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1497043603864530229?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1497043603864530229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1497043603864530229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1497043603864530229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1497043603864530229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/slow-as-molasses.html' title='Slow as Molasses!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-2169121918677223289</id><published>2010-10-30T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:18:55.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare Tire</title><content type='html'>Heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, the stick thin, turn sideways and become invisible man, the one who laughs and jokes about eating a horse and losing weight - is gaining weight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the teeny tiniest tummy pooch right now !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he has even noticed he has gained weight and It's not something I can point out either, becuase HELLO!!! I've gained weight since we got married so how hypocritical would it be of me to say DUDE! Take some &lt;a href="http://www.mensvitamins.net/"&gt;vitamins for men&lt;/a&gt; or do some sit ups or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides....it's kinda cute LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-2169121918677223289?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2169121918677223289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=2169121918677223289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2169121918677223289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/2169121918677223289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/spare-tire.html' title='Spare Tire'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1517360972948678368</id><published>2010-10-30T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:13:31.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My chocolate plan</title><content type='html'>In order to not have to stock up on a decades worth of &lt;a href="http://weightlossproduct.org/lipofuze/"&gt;Lipofuze&lt;/a&gt; this halloween, I have decided to limit my intake of chocolate - note I said limit not avoidance of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know that I will eat halloween candy (mostly becuase Ive had two mini chocolate bars in the last hour LOL) so saying that I will NOT have any is just setting myself up for failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to limit myself to four pieces of whatever candy. Except gum, becuase gum is not candy LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1517360972948678368?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1517360972948678368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1517360972948678368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1517360972948678368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1517360972948678368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-chocolate-plan.html' title='My chocolate plan'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7967144229293029181</id><published>2010-10-30T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:10:24.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution! Thin Ice!!</title><content type='html'>We got snow on the 26th and it has not gone away, those some of it has melted - just enough to cause a horrible layer of ice on everything. Then, to make things worse, we are getting a wet fog every night which means EVERYTHING is coated in a thin thin layer of ice when you go out. Cars, roads, houses, grass, trees, everything has a thin layer. it sucks, becuase I AM A KLUTZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the &lt;a href="http://www.calcium-supplement.org/"&gt;best calcium supplement&lt;/a&gt;s I can find, and try to be alert, but it never fails, ice outside? I WILL fall. So far I have not broken a bone (YAY!) but as I age, I worry that THIS will be the winter I slip and break my wrist or ankle. And how horrid would that be? To be a klutzy person already, and try to navigate snow and ice with crutches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7967144229293029181?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7967144229293029181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7967144229293029181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7967144229293029181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7967144229293029181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/caution-thin-ice.html' title='Caution! Thin Ice!!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8381375094565697010</id><published>2010-10-30T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:00:28.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EEK!</title><content type='html'>My husband opted to take an extra shift at work today so I told him that I would do our grocery shopping so he could take a nap - he got up at 4 am to work, so he was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there was no impatient man to  rush rush rush for, I took my time shopping, it was just me and the boys, and we had a blast. I picked up some hair dye (red). Normally I don't even look at the dye becuase my husband likes to get in and get out of a store as fast as possible, and I like to walk around, take my time, relax and enjoy myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, my BFF, Nikki dyes my hair for me, but she is working a lot lately, and I've decided that I will dye my own hair. people dye their own hair all the time, so it should be OK, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that I should have bought some &lt;a href="http://www.musclebuilders.org/"&gt;muscle builders&lt;/a&gt; when I bought my hair dye though. My arms get insanely sore when I try to use my straightener, something about holding them up over my head makes me get stiff super easy, and There is no pause and rest during hair dye application, not like when I straighten my hair, I can do a section, take a break and do another section. With hair dye, the timing is important so once I start, that's it, I have to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also super worried that I will miss parts of my hair, and since I am going from a light-ish brown to red, it will be noticeable if I miss! I bought two boxes of the color so that I don't have to worry about running out, and i will have more than enough, I hope to fully saturate my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tips and tricks to dyeing hair? I wont be doing it until Tuesday or Wednesday night so hit me with everything you've got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8381375094565697010?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8381375094565697010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8381375094565697010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8381375094565697010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8381375094565697010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/eek.html' title='EEK!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4609572173772530568</id><published>2010-10-30T20:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:45:55.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy halloween!</title><content type='html'>Once again it is Halloween time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love halloween, the excitement of making costumes, the deliciousness of the candy and of course, the pumpkin carving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMzXPGwDNFI/AAAAAAAADWU/USUdLI67YY0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMzXPGwDNFI/AAAAAAAADWU/USUdLI67YY0/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534034696641655890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband did Doctor who, isn't it awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMzXOczi0JI/AAAAAAAADWE/NvdBMSYgiiA/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMzXOczi0JI/AAAAAAAADWE/NvdBMSYgiiA/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534034685382021266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I did Edward and Bella from Twilight, its OK, but not super. Oh well, I am pleased with it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMzXOlo9EtI/AAAAAAAADWM/nSEuNJKY5zc/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMzXOlo9EtI/AAAAAAAADWM/nSEuNJKY5zc/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534034687753523922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all five - the boys each did their own as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it will be time for dressing up and going door to door for candy, which is awesome! it's not gonna be very cold, they say anyway. About plus five during the day, dropping to minus ten in the evening/night, so not appropriate for &lt;a href="http://www.shoemall.com/"&gt;womens sandals&lt;/a&gt;, but not the end of the world either. the kids will be able to wear just normal pants under their costumes instead of ski pants :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4609572173772530568?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4609572173772530568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4609572173772530568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4609572173772530568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4609572173772530568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy halloween!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMzXPGwDNFI/AAAAAAAADWU/USUdLI67YY0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-6272728304524848969</id><published>2010-10-29T00:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:12:28.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Costume Ever</title><content type='html'>Did you hear that Ellen is going as Snooki's POOF for Halloween?  She is, really! it's true! I have &lt;a href="http://blog.zap2it.com/thedishrag/2010/10/ellen-degeneres-is-snookis-poof-for-halloween.html"&gt; Proof&lt;/a&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know who Snooki is, then count your lucy stars! she is a douce from teh "reality show" jersy shore - here is a picture of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMplDMLXnjI/AAAAAAAADV8/ALtHm9W-RZY/s1600/snookie+pony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMplDMLXnjI/AAAAAAAADV8/ALtHm9W-RZY/s320/snookie+pony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533346197660999218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice they did not let her hold onto the &lt;a href="http://www.theequestriancorner.com/"&gt;horse tack&lt;/a&gt;? Yeah, well thats becuase the most elaborate thing Snooki can handle is a pickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. she is quite the specimen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So A lot of people are painting themselves orange and going as snooki, but Ellen, as snooki's poof/ PURE GENIUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-6272728304524848969?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6272728304524848969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=6272728304524848969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6272728304524848969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/6272728304524848969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-costume-ever.html' title='Best Costume Ever'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMplDMLXnjI/AAAAAAAADV8/ALtHm9W-RZY/s72-c/snookie+pony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-293944019795878230</id><published>2010-10-28T23:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:03:08.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!</title><content type='html'>So I have been working really hard - SUPER hard, to save money to buy my husband something he has wanted for about 18 months now. Its a special drum set, but it costs 300 bucks. So even though we kept saying we were gonna save X amount and buy them, we never did. Real life gets in the way, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally I saved the money - he has NO idea I saved it, and I even found a coupon online,like &lt;a href="http://www.ebillme.com/shop/stores/tiger-direct/"&gt;tiger direct coupons&lt;/a&gt;, kinda. The coupon saved me 10% of my order - and on 300 bucks, ten percent is a LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The drums will be here in about a week, and I will have to hide them until Christmas, but holy crap, I cannot wait to see his face Christmas morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-293944019795878230?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/293944019795878230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=293944019795878230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/293944019795878230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/293944019795878230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes.html' title='YES!!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4312147019220681715</id><published>2010-10-28T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:56:53.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Crisp</title><content type='html'>The local grocery store is somewhere we try very very hard not to shop at, It has super ridiculous pricing. However, when you run out of toilet paper, that's not exactly a thing you can say "Oh well, I guess we will do without until we can get to the city"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the grocery store, and BAM! right up front and center, grabbing your eye the minute you walk in was a display of sugar Crisp. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUGAR CRISP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot they even make that cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BONUS! it was on for 2$ a box! I of course, snapped up five (or six) boxes and brought them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well start pressing the &lt;a href="http://www.weightlossprogram.net/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; buttons on weightloss websites, becuase as well as forgetting about the cereal, when I saw, and b ought it, I had forgotten just how bloody sweet it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids of course, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4312147019220681715?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4312147019220681715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4312147019220681715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4312147019220681715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4312147019220681715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/sugar-crisp.html' title='Sugar Crisp'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1172441633571272205</id><published>2010-10-28T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:51:19.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow!</title><content type='html'>We have a birthday in our home every three months - with the exception of mine, which occurs 5 days after Logans', in July. Micah January, Parker October, Blake April, Logan June. And me, as i said, July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy making sure that cakes are made for Birthdays, Even Micah's, and in return, my husband makes sure I have a cake too. This of course means any  &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosswand.com/"&gt;weight loss&lt;/a&gt; plans I have must run for only 2 months and 29 days, becuase on that third month, Im getting my Cake On, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the children, we make both a birthday cake for home (often two home birthday cakes, as we tend to celebrate once with my husbands folks and once with mine.) and we also make either a cake or cupcakes for them to take to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are Parker's School Cuppycakes :D Being born October 29th makes it super fun to do his cakes  and et el, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1W1oC2TI/AAAAAAAADVs/AAfYYEJ57Qc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1W1oC2TI/AAAAAAAADVs/AAfYYEJ57Qc/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533293758646507826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we (Meaning I) (Let me say, Micah usually helps 50% or more on these cakes/cupcakes, but this one was so damn easy, he sat this one out.) First I made the cats. Using &lt;a href="http://www.herbshobbiesandcrafts.com/images/crafts/candy2.JPG"&gt;candy wafers&lt;/a&gt; (bought at a &lt;a href="http://www.michaels.com/"&gt;craft store&lt;/a&gt;, you melt them) I used wax paper over a printed template, and "drew" the cats on with the melted candy. Then, while the candy was still wet, I covered them liberally with black sugar sprinkles. When they set, I knock off the excess sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1XZAoJGI/AAAAAAAADV0/nSGKXqzW3bc/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1XZAoJGI/AAAAAAAADV0/nSGKXqzW3bc/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533293768144856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a finished cat. They are VERY delicate. The break quite easily, so always always always make more of whatever you are making with the wafer, that you will need. I made 45 cats for 30 cupcakes and ended up having to use broken cats anyway. They. Break.EASY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1WWP141I/AAAAAAAADVk/vJXNl3NAzl8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1WWP141I/AAAAAAAADVk/vJXNl3NAzl8/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533293750223496018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut the tops of the cupcakes off to make them flat(er) (I cut crooked on a lot, which broke a few cats) After cutting the cupcakes I crumb coated them, heated the icing in a glass bowl and dipped the cupcakes in to coat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1Vmc4xDI/AAAAAAAADVU/YOu7Ul0phek/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1Vmc4xDI/AAAAAAAADVU/YOu7Ul0phek/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533293737393308722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put them in the fridge to let the icing set so the hot icing would not melt the candy cats in any way. once they were cooled, I piped a dot of icing on the backs of the cats and stuck them on the yellow cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1V99FaSI/AAAAAAAADVc/L-Mg-nzJtXg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1V99FaSI/AAAAAAAADVc/L-Mg-nzJtXg/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533293743702370594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1172441633571272205?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1172441633571272205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1172441633571272205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1172441633571272205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1172441633571272205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/meow.html' title='Meow!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMo1W1oC2TI/AAAAAAAADVs/AAfYYEJ57Qc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1273315586662653495</id><published>2010-10-27T14:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:31:12.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RUDE</title><content type='html'>I had to run to the store for butter and TP - more the TP than the butter, but whatever LOL. while I was there I saw the rudest thing in the freaking world. Some dude pushing a cart , nothing wrong there, but as I watched him he was deliberately swerving to hit kids with his cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not hard enough to knock them down, just enough to jostle them. If the parent spoke to him about it he told them to "Keep you Fu*king brat from running wild" but in 99% of the cases, the kid was either holding the parents hand or onto the cart! It takes a lot of hate to deliberately - and I followed him for a bit to watch, he would walk down and choose which aisle to go down by if it had a kid in it or not!! if there were no kids in the aisle he stayed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have a stick so far up his ass that no amount of &lt;a href="http://www.coloncleanser.net/"&gt;colon cleanse&lt;/a&gt; is gonna cure him of his hate-a-tude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1273315586662653495?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1273315586662653495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1273315586662653495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1273315586662653495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1273315586662653495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/rude.html' title='RUDE'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-553877443220820494</id><published>2010-10-27T14:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:25:18.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMiJ2R1Sz0I/AAAAAAAADVI/UVtU5qKZIko/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMiJ2R1Sz0I/AAAAAAAADVI/UVtU5qKZIko/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532823707817529154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Snap! Winter is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate winter. it's cold. It's wet. It's dangerous - I worry every day when my husband hits the highway heading to work that the roads will be icy and he will be in an accident! It's cold , did I mention that winter is cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only good things about winter is that it brings with it Christmas and a reduction in the amount of &lt;a href="http://www.creamacne.net/"&gt;acne creams&lt;/a&gt; that we use becuase winter is COLD, and people do not sweat in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't find clear skin to be a good trade off for frostbitten skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-553877443220820494?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/553877443220820494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=553877443220820494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/553877443220820494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/553877443220820494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TMiJ2R1Sz0I/AAAAAAAADVI/UVtU5qKZIko/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8312193535615599587</id><published>2010-10-27T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:18:51.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular name!</title><content type='html'>We have another Parker in the family. My second cousin had a wee tiny boy, Parker Lewis just the other day! He is adorable, a large shock of white hair on his wee wrinkled head, just a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get the &lt;a href="http://www.invitationconsultants.com/concept.aspx?p_concept=babyshower"&gt;baby shower invitations&lt;/a&gt; in the mail! I love shopping for babies, the tinier the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY  Parker thinks its "Way Cool" that our cousin named her son Parker as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8312193535615599587?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8312193535615599587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8312193535615599587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8312193535615599587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8312193535615599587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/popular-name.html' title='Popular name!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-9051268931479608191</id><published>2010-10-27T14:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:11:18.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>but WHY?</title><content type='html'>See, I don;t get it. Why do celebrity males allow naked pictures of themselves to be taken? They WILL end up on the internet. It is a fact of life people. Nakedness and the internet go hand in freaking hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the latest "celeb" - do we call athletes celebrity's now? Anyway, the latest to drop his drawers and pose for pictures is none other than &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/08/04/brett-favre-jenn-sterger_n_670391.html"&gt;Brett Favre&lt;/a&gt;. Allegedly, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd deny it was me too if I  was a dude with that tiny thing too! OMG! I mean, if you have a super nice, should be made into a statue type body, with matching dangles, then fine, take the shot,  but if you should be the before in a &lt;a href="http://www.naturalmaleenhancement.org/"&gt;natural male enhancement pills&lt;/a&gt; commercial, then DO NOT POSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Socks sake- people - STOP EMAILING PICTURES OF YOURSELF NAKED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-9051268931479608191?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9051268931479608191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=9051268931479608191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9051268931479608191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/9051268931479608191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/but-why.html' title='but WHY?'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7065906803146335002</id><published>2010-10-23T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:47:48.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the October Movies!</title><content type='html'>Hubs and I just finished watching a movie called&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0837796/"&gt; House&lt;/a&gt; and are watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0301470/"&gt;Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;/a&gt; right now. All of October there are wonderful movies on the television, but this is the first year we have been able to really take advantage of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently signed up for a different cable service - we've had our phone through them for 12, 13 years,  and our net for just about as long. The only reason it took us so long to finally get their cable was that &lt;a href="http://www.sasktel.com/EndecaUI/controller/_/Tab-4294966321/Ntk-Main_Search_Interface/Ntt-lob-personal-max"&gt;Sasktel Max&lt;/a&gt; wasn't available out here in our podunk town until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our very first time experiencing the wonders of a dvr, and OMG is it awesome. Take for example about half an hour ago, the kids came upstairs wanting chips, so my husband just paused the movie and I took the kids to the store and when I got back, BAM! he started it right back up. About the only thing that would make this October better would be if we had &lt;a href="http://www.stargatecinema.com/"&gt;home theater seating&lt;/a&gt; because my back has been seriously jacked up the past year or so and my lower back is spasming right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a teensy tiny living room, so all we have for furniture in it are two love seats, so i can;t even stretch out. I used to be able to watch at least 4 movies in a row, but no more, two is my limit (one and a half, really). As soon as this is over, I'm gonna go soak my back in a HOT bath, and then lay on my ice pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7065906803146335002?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7065906803146335002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7065906803146335002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7065906803146335002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7065906803146335002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/loving-october-movies.html' title='Loving the October Movies!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-884459077975968107</id><published>2010-10-20T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:27:05.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spacing out</title><content type='html'>This morning after the boys left for school I let the water run and had a nice hot steamy bubble bath. When i was sufficiently wrinkled I put my bookmark in my book and go out. I would have stayed in longer but I had crap to do LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, this weekend is my oldest sons birthday. Little brat is gonna be eleven. how on earth did THAT happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled up my recipe for &lt;a href="http://whatscookingamerica.net/PegW/Fondant.htm"&gt;marshmallow fondant&lt;/a&gt; and started on that first. I've only ever made fondant once before and did not have a fun time with it, but for the cake we are doing we figured fondant was going to be the best option. It keeps well in the fridge, or so the internet tells me, so it is OK to make it in advance like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I made some pies (apple) but not for the party, just for desert tonight lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem today is that when I came to my laptop and tried to open the file marked "Parker's Party" it was gone!! I had deleted it. This means that I don't have any idea what time we told the other kids to get here by. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is this weekend, and I am almost one hundred percent positive it is Saturday , but what time? Oh man! I'm so spacey lately that maybe the best thing for me to do, would be to locate some &lt;a href="http://www.carolinadesigns.com"&gt;Outer Banks vacation rentals&lt;/a&gt; and book myself in for a week or two (or three!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to forget next? Their names? Where I live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee ess: check out Logan's new turtle jammies! Do you remember the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles"&gt;Ninja Turtles&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TL80HmKpznI/AAAAAAAADUs/R8e6Uumpov8/s1600/i+like+turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TL80HmKpznI/AAAAAAAADUs/R8e6Uumpov8/s320/i+like+turtles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530196172543217266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-884459077975968107?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/884459077975968107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=884459077975968107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/884459077975968107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/884459077975968107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/spacing-out.html' title='Spacing out'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TL80HmKpznI/AAAAAAAADUs/R8e6Uumpov8/s72-c/i+like+turtles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-4137190433294446701</id><published>2010-10-16T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:05:26.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Driving</title><content type='html'>Over Thursday/Friday, Micah and I spent 16 hours in the car driving. Fun times. not. The worst of it was Friday night, driving home in the dark. I have very bad night vision, and it is worsened by headlights and other lights, like a close to the highway, barn or farm yard with those big &lt;a href="http://www.elightspot.com/securitylights.aspx"&gt;security lighting&lt;/a&gt; set-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah would be driving and I could kinda sorta see then BAM! He would round a corner and I was blinded by the lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a Moose last night on the Hanson Lake Road, it was RIGHT at the shoulder! It was both scary and exciting! We also picked up our very first hitch hiker, but that was because on the Hanson Lake road its not OK to leave people who are stranded, it is just too long and lonely of a road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a Nurse from Flin Flon (Manitoba) and had blown a tire. He was rolling his new tire back to his car. He had another 25 KM to go when we picked him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Night driving sucks. Driving for 16 hours sucks and I'm pretty sure my ass is still numb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-4137190433294446701?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4137190433294446701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=4137190433294446701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4137190433294446701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/4137190433294446701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/late-night-driving.html' title='Late Night Driving'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8266718438852989189</id><published>2010-10-13T11:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:52:57.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*SHHHHH!* Secret post!</title><content type='html'>My husband doesn't read Paint!, which is great, cus i can blab to the world about his Christmas and birthday gifts and he has no clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him a &lt;a href="http://www.neatoshop.com/product/Bacon-Wallet"&gt;bacon wallet&lt;/a&gt;. Yes. I did. And now you know it, and I know it and the cat knows it, but he does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people who do not read this blog? heheheh Their tough luck, maybe next time they will read when I say "Hey! Go read my blog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your opinion on something. We like to give little gifts - stocking stuffers- to everyone at Christmas, This year i was thinking about getting personalized &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubberstampchamp.com/"&gt;rubber stamps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with the recipients mailing address on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Micah about it and he said that it was a silly idea because everyone uses email, no one mails letters, but I know myself that I mail cards and gifts and other things that require my return address, so I assume others do as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a rubber stamp with your address on it would you use it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8266718438852989189?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8266718438852989189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8266718438852989189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8266718438852989189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8266718438852989189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/shhhhh-secret-post.html' title='*SHHHHH!* Secret post!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3435592930978075168</id><published>2010-10-13T11:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:20:27.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Or Bust</title><content type='html'>So. Thanksgiving...CANADIAN Thanksgiving... last weekend. It was interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start by telling you my Grandfather passed away? Or that the turkey was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so not OK &lt;/span&gt;that we ordered Pizza and said it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good enough&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, erm. A bad weekend, to say the least. I am thankful for my family, my home, my wonderful friends, but it would have been nice to have spent the THANKSGIVING weekend being thankful and not wishing that my real life was a dream and I was instead tucked away with Micah on a &lt;a href="http://www.directlinecruises.com/royal_caribbean_cruises.htm"&gt;Royal Caribbean&lt;/a&gt; cruise ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be better, I know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3435592930978075168?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3435592930978075168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3435592930978075168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3435592930978075168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3435592930978075168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/10/turkey-or-bust.html' title='Turkey Or Bust'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-8577399713956492174</id><published>2010-09-22T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:44:40.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrome Browser and rpc Blogrolling</title><content type='html'>I had a blogroll on the side of this blog as well as Where Was I, But for the first time I visited these two sites while using the Google Chrome Browser. On both sites I got a huge malware pop up telling me the blogrolling site, rpc.blogrolling, that I was using was unsafe so of course I went in and removed those scripts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this blogs template has boxes for the different sections and I don't know how to get rid of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as much about coding a website in HTML as I do about &lt;a href="http://www.creatinepowder.net/"&gt;www.creatinepowder.net&lt;/a&gt;, which, to say, is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched online for an answer to the box thingy and I cant find anything, SO, tomorrow night (coffee with BFF Kissy tonight) I am going searching for a brand new template!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-8577399713956492174?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8577399713956492174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=8577399713956492174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8577399713956492174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/8577399713956492174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/chrome-browser-and-rpc-blogrolling.html' title='Chrome Browser and rpc Blogrolling'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3499333080007127061</id><published>2010-09-22T12:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:40:16.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Dance FAIL</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I dusted off my copy of the 30 day Shred and popped it in the DVD player. Today I can't move without wincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not bear to do another day of the Shred so I put in a DVD called Hip Hop Dance. What I neglected to notice when I bought it a looooong time ago was that the disc I bought was level two, not level one, and did you know! Level two is harder than level one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have any sort of stamina, it seems. I was tuckered out after the freaking warm up, though my legs do feel less OMG ON  FIRE than they did when i rolled out of bed this morning, but this crap is hard, Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some &lt;a href="http://www.fatburnerformen.net/"&gt;good fat burners&lt;/a&gt; to help me out. I hate apples, but celery i heard takes more calories to chew and digest that they contain,so thats a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...maybe I should start this whole exercise thing off slower. For example, I could walk around the block? Or the mall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3499333080007127061?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3499333080007127061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3499333080007127061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3499333080007127061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3499333080007127061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/hip-hop-dance-fail.html' title='Hip Hop Dance FAIL'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-77834126218007</id><published>2010-09-21T23:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:03:27.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Scratch and Flip</title><content type='html'>Let me point out real fast that yeah, we missed a super opportunity in naming Flip. We know now we should have named the wee beastie Sniff, not Flip, but we suck, we admit it, lets move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TJmbjTsvkgI/AAAAAAAADUM/Mn3LKKN4Vew/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TJmbjTsvkgI/AAAAAAAADUM/Mn3LKKN4Vew/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519613849204920834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that when my son first showed up at the door with his plastic bucket and hopeful face, telling us "his name is scratch momma, cus he keeps scratching the bucket!" I knew as much about Salamanders as I did about &lt;a href="http://l-dopa.org/"&gt;L-Dopa.org&lt;/a&gt;! Now, I still know nothing about L-Dopa.org, but I know a heck of a lot more about Salamanders! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example. Did you know that it costs 12 bucks for 100 crickets? And that two healthy happy, hungry salamanders will eat 100 of them in a few weeks time - IF you can keep the damn crickets alive that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. They are cute, aren't they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little guys can grow up to a foot ore  more long, and will live for (hopefully) about 5 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-77834126218007?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/77834126218007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=77834126218007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/77834126218007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/77834126218007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-scratch-and-flip.html' title='Meet Scratch and Flip'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TJmbjTsvkgI/AAAAAAAADUM/Mn3LKKN4Vew/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-121961116529077886</id><published>2010-09-20T13:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:39:37.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruised</title><content type='html'>Last night I was sitting on the couch with Micah watching a MythBusters special (It was 2 hours long!!) I was rubbing my calf absently when Micah asked whats wrong. I pulled up my pant leg and we both saw a huge ass bruise on the back of my calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly recall when I got hit on the calf, it must have been Saturday afternoon when we were in the forest chopping down trees, but whatever hit me didn't hurt, at the time, anyway!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My legs, right from ankle to hip, are bruised, and either some bug fell in my shirt and bit me a bunch of times, or I reacted badly to the sawdust that flew down my top as we chopped trees becuase my chest and upper stomach look like I should spend all my time on &lt;a href="http://acnebodywash.net/"&gt;acnebodywash.net&lt;/a&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bites/sawdust scratches are fading, the bruises are still dark, but they will fade too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-121961116529077886?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/121961116529077886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=121961116529077886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/121961116529077886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/121961116529077886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/bruised.html' title='Bruised'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-404396468134734048</id><published>2010-09-18T21:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T22:02:44.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh SNAP!</title><content type='html'>I just clicked over to the &lt;a href="http://www.theweathernetwork.com"&gt;Weather Network&lt;/a&gt; and found out that we are under a frost warning. The first frost on the ground is a definitive sign that summer is OVER. Over, done, finished, THE END, over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tank tops and flip flops. No more bare lags and &lt;a href="http://www.soffe.com/running-shorts/"&gt;men's running shorts&lt;/a&gt;. No more sunning myself in the back yard, and no more leisurely walks to the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! On one of those walks to the fountain pond, we did find a sweet hill that we will be using for sledding purposes, I will get to wear my heavier socks, leg warmers and arm warmers without dying of heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m trying to be positive LOL. is it working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-404396468134734048?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/404396468134734048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=404396468134734048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/404396468134734048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/404396468134734048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-snap.html' title='Oh SNAP!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7714393435272090459</id><published>2010-09-18T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:57:02.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop Chop Chop!</title><content type='html'>After shopping today, we put away the groceries, tossed Logan down for a nape (he was up, all the boys were up, until late late late,  last night) then me and Micah went to the forest and chopped chopped chopped down trees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel comfortable that we have a very nice supply of wood. We can't have a fire this year yet, it's way too cold now, but come summer we will be good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, while I wait for spring and summer and warmth and endless nights in front of a fire, I should spend some time furthering my education. Spend some time doing &lt;a href="http://www.knewton.com/gmat/"&gt;gmat prep&lt;/a&gt; and then I can get a job other than pouring coffee at the little restaurant on the corner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be helping Logans teacher in her classroom. She has no teaching assistant this year and yet she has over 30 kids in her classroom, and is wasting a lot of time stapling pages taking attendance and other menial tasks that need to get done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be interesting, and It will good for me to get out of the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7714393435272090459?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7714393435272090459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7714393435272090459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7714393435272090459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7714393435272090459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/chop-chop-chop.html' title='Chop Chop Chop!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-5776842641902894988</id><published>2010-09-07T19:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:06:01.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another thing!</title><content type='html'>Late last night my inlaws called asking if we had any left over powdered grout and floor cement for tiling that they could use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I would check in the morning and attempted to do so, but was stalled by a dead bulb. I *could* have gotten a stool and changed the bulb, but I am too scared that there are spiders just waiting in the roof to attack me in the dark, so I just left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father in law came over in the afternoon to have a look see and went to change the light bulb for me but instead discovered that the &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/specialty_store_7/electronics-discount-gps-tv/57076.html"&gt;electronics&lt;/a&gt; or wiring or something in there is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it ever stop? The little fixes, I mean? Because it seems like it sure doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will have to wait for the weekend when Micah has time to take it down and see what is what, but it had better not cost a mint to fix so help me sock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-5776842641902894988?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5776842641902894988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=5776842641902894988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5776842641902894988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/5776842641902894988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/yet-another-thing.html' title='Yet another thing!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-7388407153777053275</id><published>2010-09-03T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:24:01.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell like campfire</title><content type='html'>I just had a nice hot gooey, chocolattttty S'more. And you did not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan (6) kept calling it camping, us sitting int he backyard with the fire, it was too cute. In the summer - becuase by 11 tonight it was just too cold to stay out fire or not - In the summer, we plan on setting up the tents back there and pretending we really are camping - only, the kind of camping where we get to have showers, wireless internet and television LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. No more &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamrvinsurance.com/"&gt;motorhome insurance&lt;/a&gt;, no more disgusting campsite bathrooms and showers. Now, we can camp, literally, in teh comfort of our own home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also? I had S'Mores tongiht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you did not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-7388407153777053275?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7388407153777053275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=7388407153777053275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7388407153777053275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/7388407153777053275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-smell-like-campfire.html' title='I smell like campfire'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-1110559550462442278</id><published>2010-09-01T09:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:24:19.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A great Find!</title><content type='html'>One thing that both Micah and I love is camping, and in our opinion, the best part about camping is sitting around a campfire late at night shooting the shit. We started talking about a backyard firepit about eight years ago, but didn't actively start looking until this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found one! And it was a very good deal too! it costs 110-120 in stores and we paid 60! It's barely been used, and is in super condition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TH5uss67x2I/AAAAAAAADSU/1NXIhjm5CFw/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TH5uss67x2I/AAAAAAAADSU/1NXIhjm5CFw/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511964708199712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TH5usFMXCDI/AAAAAAAADSM/Febn1c2MVLI/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TH5usFMXCDI/AAAAAAAADSM/Febn1c2MVLI/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511964697535383602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, because today is day 46 of Micah and I quitting smoking, we will not be enjoying any &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/arturo+fuente+cigars"&gt;arturo fuente cigars&lt;/a&gt;, and man will it be weird sitting around a campfire and NOT smoking! I haven't done that since I was a kid, living at home with my parents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any firewood, per say, what we do have is a lot of branches, a few disassembled pallets (cut to size with an most awesome saw ) and the slats of a pine bed that was waiting for backyard garbage pick up day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a forest, four acres or so, right by our hosue and we are in talks with teh man who owns it to go in and chop down a few trees to set up a nice supply of fire wood. The trees are mostly green, so they will have to sit and dry over winter before they will burn, but next summer will be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are hoping to have a fire tonight with my dad and my very favorite stepmother, as well as having a few fires in the evening before it gets toooo cold to do so!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-1110559550462442278?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1110559550462442278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=1110559550462442278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1110559550462442278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/1110559550462442278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-find.html' title='A great Find!'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppwr5uZMBIY/TH5uss67x2I/AAAAAAAADSU/1NXIhjm5CFw/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573894.post-3157609158587645494</id><published>2010-08-14T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:16:24.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11:45</title><content type='html'>Every so often I consider getting a job. there are benefits, like, say, money, but then there are so many icky things to consider. Like waking up in the morning. (I will come back to that) I would have to either find a job that lets me be home when the kids are, or quit and find new jobs every summer, cus I am NOT gonna get a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttt. Mainly the morning thing bugs me. take for example, the otehr day i had an 11;45 chiro appointment, I woke up at 8:30 am, which one would think is plenty of time, but I was hard pressed to get myself out the door on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people get up and going in the morning anyway? My husband is up and pout the door by 630 every morning - except fridays, when he is out the door by 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. Might be worth my time to actually go see how many places will let me work 9-3... I DO like money....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38573894-3157609158587645494?l=redpaintblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3157609158587645494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38573894&amp;postID=3157609158587645494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3157609158587645494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38573894/posts/default/3157609158587645494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpaintblue.blogspot.com/2010/08/1145.html' title='11:45'/><author><name>Bluepaintred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049030161558766505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i172/bluepaintred/100_6303-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
