<?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-2073161938934346029</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:57:50.038-04:00</updated><category term='parenting'/><category term='real estate'/><category term='me'/><category term='Just Funny'/><category term='venting'/><category term='news'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='kids'/><category term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>Making Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>learning to enjoy the journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2927895151631005083</id><published>2009-06-25T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:34:09.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>old fashioned chore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SkPBPau2FQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vXArd5rB8hw/s1600-h/snap+peas+6-23-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351333252864283906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SkPBPau2FQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vXArd5rB8hw/s320/snap+peas+6-23-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even begin to describe how happy I am in this rental house.  The pressure of the house on the market is off.  The kids can go outside without fear of being killed by a golf ball.  There are wonderful ammenities in this neighborhood, such as a pool, sidewalks, playgrounds, and a pond.  The best feature so far, though, are the neighborhood kids.  Unlike where we moved from, they actually go outside and play and visit unannounced and stay for dinner.  Just like the way I grew up.  I wanted that life for my kids, and was so surprised that it was exactly opposite of that in our last neighborhood.  The kid across the street has quickly become my boy's favorite friend.  In this picture, he and S are learning to snap the ends of the beans off for dinner.  They had no idea they were doing an old fashioned chore.  They thought it was the best thing since sliced bread.  Or they would have, if they knew that bread didn't come out of the oven pre-sliced.  The "cherry on top" of this chore was that they found an actual worm among the beans.  Because the beans were from the farmer's market and actually, gasp, grew in a garden.  Not in a can.  Sweet boys didn't even know they were learning a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At dinner, they proudly ate the beans THEY made, and we all decided they tasted like candy.  Only better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2927895151631005083?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2927895151631005083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2927895151631005083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2927895151631005083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2927895151631005083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-fashioned-chore.html' title='old fashioned chore'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SkPBPau2FQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vXArd5rB8hw/s72-c/snap+peas+6-23-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8075021239471350640</id><published>2009-06-04T18:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:36:01.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Delightful" summer pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SihKDcQap4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/teqXKlA7xg8/s1600-h/summer+pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343602380860204930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SihKDcQap4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/teqXKlA7xg8/s320/summer+pasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may not look like much, but this pasta is one of the best dishes I've made all week. And that is a week that included grilled ribeye and chicken stuffed with fresh spinach and tomato basil feta cheese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 6 year old often turns his nose up at my cooking, and tonight after dinner, he said, "thank you mom; that was delightful."  Delightful!  What a great word from a 6 year old.  Especially when I'm so used to hearing, "ewww, that was yucky."  So, I'm officially naming this the "delightful summer pasta."  I made up the recipe several years ago, but tonight it was better than ever because I grilled the veges instead of sauteing them.  Here's the recipe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cook angel hair pasta according to directions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, cut up summer veges of your choice.  I used tomatoes, zucchini, squash and onion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprinkle the veges with salt, pepper, a tiny bit of Greek seasoning and olive oil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put the veges in a pan made for the grill, and set over the grill on high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When pasta is done, drizzle with olive oil and a little balsamic vinegar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When veges begin to soften, some of them color a bit and the skin of the tomatoes are blistered, remove from heat and add to pasta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sprinkle with feta (I used the kind that has basil and tomato).  Serve warm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8075021239471350640?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8075021239471350640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8075021239471350640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8075021239471350640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8075021239471350640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/delightful-summer-pasta.html' title='&quot;Delightful&quot; summer pasta'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SihKDcQap4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/teqXKlA7xg8/s72-c/summer+pasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-760958638388660282</id><published>2009-05-22T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:42:07.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/ShbxCHmYoHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E-AH6azftE8/s1600-h/last+day+of+kindergarten+5-22-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338719426996379762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/ShbxCHmYoHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E-AH6azftE8/s320/last+day+of+kindergarten+5-22-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two posts in one day? I'm obviously avoiding packing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was S's last day of kindergarten. I'm so proud of him. We had a luau and award ceremony. He got the award for "most polite." I feel like that is the best award possible! It's our goal to raise polite, respectful kids, so to have him be recognized for that was awesome. Afterward, the teachers and one of the parents approached me to tell me how sweet and polite he is. The other mom also commented on how good all three boys are. What a great morning. I'm really just so proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, they have 200 sight words to learn in kindergarten and another 200 for first grade. He got all 200 for k and he got 186/200 for first grade. Yes, I'm bragging, but I don't care. He's an awesome kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-760958638388660282?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/760958638388660282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=760958638388660282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/760958638388660282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/760958638388660282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Last day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/ShbxCHmYoHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E-AH6azftE8/s72-c/last+day+of+kindergarten+5-22-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7312134118871447222</id><published>2009-05-22T06:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:37:09.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>the last mow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/ShaATlYOhcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/gfTayDW-XEI/s1600-h/IMG00287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595482233898434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/ShaATlYOhcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/gfTayDW-XEI/s320/IMG00287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture I took of myself two nights ago mowing this lawn for the last time. Yes, I was drinking a lemon-drop. It was celebratory mowing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is our son's last day of kindergarten, and we begin moving boxes into the rental tomorrow. Wow, it still seems surreal. Living here for 3 weeks after closing on the sale made it feel like it never happened. The movers come Monday to officially get us moved. I'm anxious to get it over with. I'm actually really excited about the new neighborhood. There are sidewalks, playgrounds and a pool. Plus we can ride our golf cart out here (less than one mile) and see our friends when we want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338596670743472082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/ShaBYw6_Z9I/AAAAAAAAAUM/xMXb_3n5kqY/s320/rental+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's the rental. It's a great house. Okay, so the smell of curry permeates every inch of it, but I'm gonna deal with that when I can. That will be fun, I'm sure. Anyone have tips for getting rid of the smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7312134118871447222?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7312134118871447222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7312134118871447222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7312134118871447222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7312134118871447222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-mow.html' title='the last mow'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/ShaATlYOhcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/gfTayDW-XEI/s72-c/IMG00287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4871908963888445500</id><published>2009-05-01T16:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:09:29.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>The perfect rental</title><content type='html'>The rental market in our town is much more limited than I expected.  I gave our agent an impossible list of things I wanted out of a rental.  4 or more bedrooms, a room to do my massages, a room for workout equipment, a basement for storage, a fence and a pool in the neighborhood.  And I want it available in three weeks.  Oh, and they have to allow my dog.  She practically told me it was impossible.  Still, she was up for the challenge.  I'll be damned if she didn't deliver on every single wish on my list.  She even got the price for the exact target I had in mind.  She's good; she's very good.&lt;br /&gt;Got the papers signed today and wrote the deposit and POA dues.  We are moving in 3 weeks.  One week ago today, we didn't even have anyone looking at our house.  What a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4871908963888445500?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4871908963888445500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4871908963888445500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4871908963888445500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4871908963888445500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-rental.html' title='The perfect rental'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3476689137029046070</id><published>2009-04-30T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:53:06.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Sold</title><content type='html'>Over the past two years, I had almost decided I would never be able to see that word on the real estate sign in our yard.  Two years.  It was so stressful, I can't even explain.  During the time we had our house for sale, I got pregnant, had the baby, and now he is almost 14 months old.  Having three boys in a house for sale was no fun, to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to revisit the whole situation right now.  We closed this afternoon, and we are so relieved.  We have about 3 weeks till we move.  The rental is still in final negotiations.  "Onward and Upward," as my husband has been saying all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3476689137029046070?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3476689137029046070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3476689137029046070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3476689137029046070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3476689137029046070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/sold.html' title='Sold'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4379840215181225131</id><published>2009-04-29T18:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:11:04.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>living with a landlord</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah.  I just realized that when we rent a house, we are gonna have a landlord.  Hmmm.  I don't know if I'm gonna like that too much.  I still haven't heard about the house I want to rent, so today after school, I rode by.  The owner was outside and waved at me, so I stopped.  I got out and explained how much I wanted his house.  He had another appointment coming today to look at it.  I began a speech about how neat and clean we are even though we have three young kids, etc.  He responded that he believed me because he had looked in my car yesterday while I was going through the house.  Ewww.  I have to admit that it was a little weird.  Then again, he is considering letting my family live in his house, so I don't blame him.  I passed.  He said, "you can tell a lot about a person by their car, and yours was spotless."  Thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;Then he went on to say that he may want to retain access to half of the basement for storage.  He said he wouldn't go in the house, but he may go into the basement.  Honestly, I'm not cool with that.  I don't like the idea of somebody coming into the house in the middle of the night (or day) while I'm living there.  Plus, I want that house specifically because of the basement.  I plan to use it.  I'm squeezing 5400 square feet into 3800 square feet.  I know, it's still big, but we are a family of 5, and I work from home. &lt;br /&gt;So, the dream rental may not become reality.  I may have to spend tomorrow lining up something else, and I will be sad.  But I did hear from the attorney's office today, and we are scheduled to close at 4:30 tomorrow, unless I hear otherwise.  ALMOST there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4379840215181225131?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4379840215181225131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4379840215181225131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4379840215181225131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4379840215181225131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-with-landlord.html' title='living with a landlord'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6147982510834588365</id><published>2009-04-29T06:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:41:55.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of the buyer's three day due diligence period.  We are almost there.  At 8am today, we are having a heating and air man come out to figure out why one of our units is "making a noise" that has the buyers "concerned."  Even the inspector can't figure out why they cared about this.  He simply recommended a service.  So, that's what we're gonna do.  Otherwise, the inspection was "perfect."  Gotta admit, when I first heard that I freaked out a little that the sale was gonna go bust because of a noise from the air conditioning unit.  My agent is slowly realizing that I'm a little bit crazy and a lot insecure.&lt;br /&gt;The rental market around here is bleak.  There just aren't many rentals with at least 4 bedrooms, room for me to do my massages, room for our workout equipment, a fence, and access to a neighborhood pool.   All for the relatively low price I wanted to pay.  Go figure.  I have driven the streets for 3 days and my agent has been searching too.  I almost decided to pay too much for a house that fit most of our needs when I got a call yesterday from the agent.  She had just found a house with every single feature I listed!  It was just available for rent (was for sale), and someone was going to see it at 6pm.  So, of course, she had gotten us an appointment for 4:30.  I made the offer on the spot.  Now I couldn't sleep last night waiting to hear.  The couple wanted to talk it over last night and let us know today.  I'm a little scared because I took my baby with me.  They are middle eastern, and we, first of all, forgot to remove our shoes.  Then he mentioned how baby's "eat cereal everywhere" and he has white carpet.  My agent insisted repeatedly how spotless my house is, and I threw in the fact that we are very strict and I own my own carpet cleaner, etc.  Guess we'll have to wait and see.   Still, I give props to my agent for even finding it.  That's why she's got the reputation she has. &lt;br /&gt;When I can, I'll update about today's events.  It will be a big day.  Hell, it's been a big week.  Best birthday ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6147982510834588365?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6147982510834588365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6147982510834588365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6147982510834588365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6147982510834588365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8204117975529892254</id><published>2009-04-28T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:33:06.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Suck it Monkeys!</title><content type='html'>Sorry.  That's what I plan to say to the owners of this golf course when my house finally closes.  That's right, our house is finally under contract!  I'm still in disbelief and shock, but the agents feel sure it will close.  I've been keeping it a secret until I felt sure.  It was all so weird and sudden.  On our bike ride Saturday, I had talked to hubby about just taking it off and forgetting about it.  Then, I got a text, A TEXT!, from our agent with an offer from a couple who've not even seen it.  They wanted to close this week.  After that, it all happened so fast.  They couldn't come, and their parents were buying it anyway (I know.  I know!), so the parents flew in and out of town Sunday to see it.  Loved it, made the offer, and Monday morning my phone rings off the hook with appointments.  Got the inspection done, the appraisal done, both agents finding us rentals.  If all goes well, they want to close tomorrow.  That's 4 DAYS from first contact.  My head is spinning, and I'm a little nauseous.  It's not anywhere near the price we wanted, but these days, it is acceptable.  If we didn't take it, who knows how long it would be before a great offer came along.  And these people are a dream to work with.  No contingencies.  They are letting us stay till the 25th without paying rent.  They offered to pay all the closing costs.  And they are quick and decisive, which we love. &lt;br /&gt;So, that's (hopefully) the end of my real estate saga.  I see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is bright and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8204117975529892254?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8204117975529892254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8204117975529892254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8204117975529892254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8204117975529892254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/suck-it-monkeys.html' title='Suck it Monkeys!'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8233621862663636334</id><published>2009-04-25T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:26:37.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Our first real bike trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SfPFQMkIKgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OLaLhzS6gew/s1600-h/after+ride+4-25-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328819666150763010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SfPFQMkIKgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OLaLhzS6gew/s320/after+ride+4-25-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a great bike trail about a 40 minute drive from our house.  For my birthday, instead of dinner, I asked my husband to take me on a bike ride.  We got great bikes last summer, but we haven't made the time to go try out the trail.  Mostly because we never leave our kids.  But, my mom agreed to keep them, so we were off!  Wow, we had a blast.  We rode about 16 miles, and it felt so good to get so thoroughly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;!  We aren't exactly in top notch shape.  Now we know that part of the trail is flat enough for the bike trailers, so next time we can take the kids with us.  Today, though, was so good for us to get out by ourselves and just have fun.  It's something we just don't do enough.  Yes, we missed the kids, but I think we needed it.  We stopped at Cracker Barrel on the way home, bike shorts and all, and ate like pigs!  It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had the best two days for my birthday, and I really needed it.  Feeling much better.  I'm gonna try to keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8233621862663636334?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8233621862663636334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8233621862663636334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8233621862663636334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8233621862663636334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-first-real-bike-trip.html' title='Our first real bike trip'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SfPFQMkIKgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/OLaLhzS6gew/s72-c/after+ride+4-25-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2096303326937533761</id><published>2009-04-24T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:02:13.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SfIavLAMfwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SGpwqTc2zvg/s1600-h/mom,+nate+and+gray+4-23-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328350706842500866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SfIavLAMfwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SGpwqTc2zvg/s320/mom,+nate+and+gray+4-23-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2096303326937533761?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2096303326937533761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2096303326937533761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2096303326937533761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2096303326937533761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SfIavLAMfwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SGpwqTc2zvg/s72-c/mom,+nate+and+gray+4-23-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4881557139396084230</id><published>2009-04-22T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:18:15.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Funny'/><title type='text'>Hola Bebe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/Se8ZBdqoxOI/AAAAAAAAATs/13_tDKaNRyQ/s1600-h/IMG00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327504397136610530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/Se8ZBdqoxOI/AAAAAAAAATs/13_tDKaNRyQ/s320/IMG00136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day at 2:15, I have to wake up the two little ones to go get S from kindergarden. Yesterday, I put N (3) in the car, as usual, and went to get Tiki (13 mths.). When I put the baby in the car, he was excited to see N and squealed, "gubala!" N laughed and greeted him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked N what the baby said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He answered, "He speaks Spanish."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4881557139396084230?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4881557139396084230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4881557139396084230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4881557139396084230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4881557139396084230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/hola-bebe.html' title='Hola Bebe'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/Se8ZBdqoxOI/AAAAAAAAATs/13_tDKaNRyQ/s72-c/IMG00136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3715005050363645547</id><published>2009-04-20T13:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:18:17.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/Seysn6HhwrI/AAAAAAAAATM/aicb-6tAvsw/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326822260888158898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/Seysn6HhwrI/AAAAAAAAATM/aicb-6tAvsw/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S and N having cuddle time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeyroQxVE6I/AAAAAAAAATE/uvzywrcux5o/s1600-h/IMG00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326821167457440674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeyroQxVE6I/AAAAAAAAATE/uvzywrcux5o/s320/IMG00125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this special picture of Grandpa reaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back in the car to hold Tiki's hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeyrcVyxe1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/i5umJVQqSqQ/s1600-h/IMG00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326820962647243602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeyrcVyxe1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/i5umJVQqSqQ/s320/IMG00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; N and his Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's dad visited this week, and he just left today. I'm always so sad when family leaves. It's tough to have grandparents who live across the country. The boys all enjoyed Grandpa, but N especially got attached quickly and fiercely. We went to six flags Saturday, and he only had eyes from Grandpa. I'm glad, and I know it made him feel good. We only get to see him once a year because we rarely get to pack everyone up for the trip to California. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Six Flags was a blast. Our boys are fearless. It was S's treat for his 6th birthday, so he got to take a friend. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326822779173737954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeytGE4cFeI/AAAAAAAAATU/-FYrBQQ1Uis/s320/IMG00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;S, N and their buddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823046172555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeytVnh6uDI/AAAAAAAAATc/-KhcrV1Tk9s/s320/IMG00150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;S's friend, S and me on the wheelie. So fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823788917988834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeyuA2eOneI/AAAAAAAAATk/X3anrGy8q0Y/s320/IMG00145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  S, friend and my husband on the train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3715005050363645547?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3715005050363645547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3715005050363645547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3715005050363645547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3715005050363645547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/visit-from-grandpa.html' title='Visit from Grandpa'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/Seysn6HhwrI/AAAAAAAAATM/aicb-6tAvsw/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1986754313562822333</id><published>2009-04-15T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:54:40.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Eyeball Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeZycnttqzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/axmmRUqYuBA/s1600-h/Spencer%27s+6th+birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325069445434813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeZycnttqzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/axmmRUqYuBA/s320/Spencer%27s+6th+birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday, S answered "strawberry."  Oh yeah, and he wanted it to look like an eyeball.  Yes, he is all boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's the eyeball cake.  I'm quite proud of it.  I put fresh strawberries in the cake batter, which had the effect of looking a bit like blood and tissue.  The frosting is cream cheese, and it was really yummy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the funny part of the story.  After baking all day (cupcakes for school and the cake), we let him choose Zaxby's for dinner.  Upon leaving, he begged for a gumball.  We said, "choose a gumball or cake."  He chose gumball.  We asked several times if he knew what he was doing.  We got home, and some of our closest friends and their two kids were waiting to have cake with us.  We all had birthday cake, and S played with his friends, chewing his gumball.  I hope it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1986754313562822333?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1986754313562822333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1986754313562822333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1986754313562822333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1986754313562822333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/eyeball-cake.html' title='Eyeball Cake'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeZycnttqzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/axmmRUqYuBA/s72-c/Spencer%27s+6th+birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1956268242134669258</id><published>2009-04-15T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:44:57.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my oldest son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeYpb-2-G0I/AAAAAAAAASs/luV4j5fjWds/s1600-h/spencer+10-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324989170118957890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeYpb-2-G0I/AAAAAAAAASs/luV4j5fjWds/s320/spencer+10-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S turned 6 today. Of course, I can't believe how fast he's growing up. Then again, I can't really remember life before him. He came into this world and began to heal our hearts from the terrible loss of his brother the year before. He was our largest baby, at 9lbs 12 oz, yet his was the easiest and funnest birth. I remember when my husband put him on my chest after he was weighed and cleaned up. We just sat there holding him and each other and cried and cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most first time parents do, and even worse because we were recovering from loosing Silas, we doted on him terribly. He nursed whenever he wanted, which was all the time. He slept whenever and where ever he wanted. He learned quickly that he could control the house with his moods. He's still slowly learning that it won't work that way forever. He's so emotional, like his mother. In fact, he is like me in most ways. It's so weird to see your own little quirks show up in another person. Makes you in awe of genetics. Unlike me, he is smart. Really smart. And he has a wonderful memory. Also unlike me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he's one of the youngest in his class, he is probably the tallest.  When we go somewhere, I can usually count on him helping me take care of the baby or hold my door, etc.  Unless, of course, he isn't in the mood.  There are plenty of those days too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so proud of him.  On his birthday, and on every other day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1956268242134669258?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1956268242134669258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1956268242134669258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1956268242134669258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1956268242134669258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-my-oldest-son.html' title='Happy Birthday to my oldest son'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SeYpb-2-G0I/AAAAAAAAASs/luV4j5fjWds/s72-c/spencer+10-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2449491229096490361</id><published>2009-04-14T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:18:02.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>nothing to say</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in a very long time.  I just haven't had anything interesting to say.  Well, I have.  Tiki turned one.  Did I post that?  S turns 6 tomorrow.   My girlfriend and I had a great trip to Alabama last week with our 5 kids during spring break.  Yada yada yada.  I'm depressed about the bum housing market, and sometimes I just go through the routines.  Tiki is still very clingy and demanding.  He's had more colds and teeth cut than any baby I know.  I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, we have great days too, but I still never get around to posting.  I'm more likely to write a quick facebook entry. &lt;br /&gt;Things will turn around.  I'm still very impressed with President Obama and confident our country will rally.  I'm not, however, so confident that anyone will ever buy this house and release me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2449491229096490361?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2449491229096490361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2449491229096490361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2449491229096490361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2449491229096490361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2707219993137740281</id><published>2009-03-06T15:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:25:28.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>who turns down free banana bread?</title><content type='html'>Got the house clean and had the showing.  I made the banana bread for tomorrow's party and left it on the cooling rack with a knife and a note saying, "please help yourself.  There's fresh coffee."  I was offended when I got home and they had neither had banana bread or coffee.  Don't they appreciate southern hospitality?  Oh well, it's their loss because I make kick ass banana bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2707219993137740281?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2707219993137740281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2707219993137740281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2707219993137740281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2707219993137740281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-turns-down-free-banana-bread.html' title='who turns down free banana bread?'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7610794568495108152</id><published>2009-03-05T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:37:44.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up for a busy day...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I'm gonna get through tomorrow. My cleaning lady is coming to help in the morning, thank god. We have a showing at 1:30. I'll pick up S at 2:20 then go to an appointment at 4:30. Sometime in the middle of all that, aside from taking care of the kids, I have to bake 2 loaves of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt; bread, make two birthday cakes, and make quiche for the Saturday am party for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we have two more birthday parties to go to Saturday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Over commit&lt;/span&gt; much? This is why it SUCKS having your house on the market with three kids at home for TWO YEARS. Don't know how much longer I can do this. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled we have a showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm trying to con my husband out of enough money to buy real art for the office. I don't know why, since we have very little real art in our house. But my friend, who's an amazing artist, is sort of clearancing some gorgeous stuff, and I want it ALL. I'll post pictures if I get any. Yes, I know, I have many pictures to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7610794568495108152?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7610794568495108152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7610794568495108152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7610794568495108152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7610794568495108152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/gearing-up-for-busy-day.html' title='Gearing up for a busy day...'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4426657296640138994</id><published>2009-03-03T13:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:15:07.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>I've missed posting on several events lately. When I'm feeling low, I just can't bring myself to write. I tend to just run around aimlessly or drink red wine instead. Let's see if I can catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was a hard month for me, so I'm gonna skip it for now. SKIP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2nd, however, was my baby Tiki's birthday. Somehow, he's already one. Poor kid almost got overlooked because we've been so busy, but we did manage to make him yummy tacos for dinner. His party is Saturday, so I'll try to post more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, S pulled out his second tooth by himself! I couldn't pull it; it just grosses me out. My hubby couldn't do it either. Finally, the poor kid took matters into his own hands and popped it out. I would NEVER have done that as a kid, but thank goodness he may be a little more independent than I was. He was proud, and very excited the tooth fairy came last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news, though, is that we moved into the office over the weekend. They opened for business yesterday. Things aren't really completed, but it's workable. They are so happy. It looks great, and the space is gonna work nicely. I'm trying to get some art from my friend the photographer and my friend the painter, so I'll post pics when all is settled. My &lt;a href="http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-on-tiling.html"&gt;tile job &lt;/a&gt;has drawn tons of compliments, so that's exciting. Just furnishing it and bring in the essentials (trash cans, coffee mugs, etc) is keeping me so busy and driving the kids crazy. Thanks to my dear friend, I bought &lt;a href="http://houseobsession.wordpress.com/2009/02/08/update-orla-kiely-at-target/"&gt;Orla Kiely &lt;/a&gt;mugs, plates and bowls. They're adorable. We are quickly going broke, though, due to all the unexpected expenses, so my husbands about to cut me off. I can feel it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run for school pickup, but I'll try to post pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4426657296640138994?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4426657296640138994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4426657296640138994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4426657296640138994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4426657296640138994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4921832965126016881</id><published>2009-02-22T15:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:45:35.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SaG5EgOMMTI/AAAAAAAAASk/TinbWBUByJY/s1600-h/mardi+gras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305725323039224114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SaG5EgOMMTI/AAAAAAAAASk/TinbWBUByJY/s320/mardi+gras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm, yes, we felt a little rough this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SaG4vpZg0-I/AAAAAAAAASc/eYIU4PZuIB8/s1600-h/us+at+mardi+gras+2-21-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305724964725380066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SaG4vpZg0-I/AAAAAAAAASc/eYIU4PZuIB8/s320/us+at+mardi+gras+2-21-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we were probably the most well dressed people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SaG4lZGc98I/AAAAAAAAASU/P52t_obY3s0/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305724788551776194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SaG4lZGc98I/AAAAAAAAASU/P52t_obY3s0/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of my husband.  Such a good sport.  Love him in the tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4921832965126016881?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4921832965126016881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4921832965126016881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4921832965126016881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4921832965126016881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/mardi-gras-pictures.html' title='Mardi Gras Pictures'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SaG5EgOMMTI/AAAAAAAAASk/TinbWBUByJY/s72-c/mardi+gras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3555724121509371178</id><published>2009-02-21T15:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:56:54.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>we're gonna buy your house.  Sike!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna finally try to tell this story, but I have been avoiding it.  Avoiding thinking about it.  We finally got an offer on the house.  For $79,ooo less than asking.  We countered, they countered.  They wanted to close in 9 DAYS because they had locked in an amazing (4.27??) rate and only had it for 60 days.  They hadn't yet sold their house, and weren't interested in moving until school was out so they wouldn't have to move their kids during school.  We finally agreed on a price, with us and our agent bending over backwards.  We were taking a huge hit, and she reduced her commission.  They came for a second visit and looked forever.  They couldn't get the appraisal back in time to get their rate, but they were still in love with the house and wanted it.  They had to know what an amazing deal they were getting. &lt;br /&gt;Then.....  They sent word that they had "decided not to decide." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we're back to square one.  I can't say I blame them.  Once they lost the rate, there was no reason to rush things.  They really should sell their house first.  And they don't want to move yet anyway.  But, I sure wish they hadn't yanked us around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story.  I tried to write it all week, but I was too depressed to sit and go through it all in my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped and helpless.  My house has been for sale almost two years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3555724121509371178?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3555724121509371178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3555724121509371178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3555724121509371178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3555724121509371178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-gonna-buy-your-house-sike.html' title='we&apos;re gonna buy your house.  Sike!'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2685952304225267085</id><published>2009-02-11T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:21:44.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>went on a date last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SZMIDOSiKzI/AAAAAAAAASM/YZFJV4I72ac/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301590037813668658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SZMIDOSiKzI/AAAAAAAAASM/YZFJV4I72ac/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the Mother-Son dance last night. S was a wonderful date. Getting in the car, he said, "you're the prettiest girl in town."  He dance all night, front and center.  He's a great dancer.  Just 3 weeks ago, he started taking Hip Hop lessons at a local studio.  It's like he finally found his "thing."  We had tried baseball, soccer and karate, but all he did at baseball and soccer was dance and play in his own world.  It finally struck me to put him in dance.  When I watch dancers, I'm always more moved by male dancers.  They are so strong and powerful and graceful.  I could not have been more proud of him last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines Day to my little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2685952304225267085?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2685952304225267085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2685952304225267085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2685952304225267085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2685952304225267085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-on-date-last-night.html' title='went on a date last night'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SZMIDOSiKzI/AAAAAAAAASM/YZFJV4I72ac/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3904469378132885861</id><published>2009-02-08T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:15:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SY-fsOKiADI/AAAAAAAAASE/NS5aVbEskr0/s1600-h/spencer+sleeping+2809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300630868503691314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SY-fsOKiADI/AAAAAAAAASE/NS5aVbEskr0/s320/spencer+sleeping+2809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kid didn't sleep through the night until he was two. How in the world does he sleep like this? Since removing his bed rail, it isn't unusual to find him hanging off in weird positions. I can't wait to show him this tomorrow morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I finished grouting at the office! I am so glad. It looks great, and I'm very proud of it. They'll be able to move in pretty soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3904469378132885861?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3904469378132885861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3904469378132885861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3904469378132885861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3904469378132885861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SY-fsOKiADI/AAAAAAAAASE/NS5aVbEskr0/s72-c/spencer+sleeping+2809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2089439804084048043</id><published>2009-02-06T13:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:17:45.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>A date with my little men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm a day late, but I'm determined to deliver on a promise to post about something not related to real estate. I do happen to have a cute story about the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S is in kindergarten, and they have to learn a certain number of site words to pass. Not to brag, but my kid is a damn genius! Sorry. He's almost done with all of them for the year, and I'm very proud of him. Our deal is that I take them out for ice cream after school when he passes a new set (they are tested in sets of 10, 200 in all). So, Wednesday, we all went to a local coffee shop. Ice cream for them, Chai latte for mom. It's the first time we've gone there for our ice cream. All three of the boys were SOOOOO good. I felt like I was on a date with the three cutest men in the world. We actually had real conversation. Not just about nickelodeon either. They used their manners and there was no fighting. It was one of those parenting moments that you want to remember forever. There are others that you want to forget immediately, so I really want to treasure this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime during the date, S said, "mom, this is a fancy place. I like fancy places." I felt the same way. My days are so full of sweeping, wiping, changing and refereeing that I often forget fancy places and clean clothes. Oh, not that I had on clean clothes. No, I had on sweat pants. &lt;em&gt;Dirty&lt;/em&gt; sweat pants. And it was an hour after we got home that I discovered that I had worn my &lt;em&gt;house shoes&lt;/em&gt;! Oh well, at least they're uggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299750013531937266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SYx-jtrxWfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rMV4_Jbp1m4/s200/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2089439804084048043?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2089439804084048043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2089439804084048043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2089439804084048043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2089439804084048043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/date-with-my-little-men.html' title='A date with my little men'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SYx-jtrxWfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rMV4_Jbp1m4/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3002204383382867749</id><published>2009-02-04T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:29:01.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><title type='text'>Same old...</title><content type='html'>It's becoming embarrassing that all I can blog about it real estate.  But here I go again.  Tomorrow, I will try to blog about something, anything, else.  The showing Saturday went really really well.  So well, in fact, that my agent asked me to keep it a secret.  If you know anything about me, that's gonna be hard.  Even harder?  They won't be back until March to make a decision.  What the hell's up with everyone waiting a month or more to make a decision?  I'm still waiting on the couple who came in early Jan to come back.&lt;br /&gt;Other good news is that we have another showing this Saturday.  I'm so thrilled with the increased action.  It's more work for me to keep up the house, but it does worlds for my depression.  I'm sure my hubby is thankful for that as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3002204383382867749?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3002204383382867749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3002204383382867749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3002204383382867749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3002204383382867749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/same-old.html' title='Same old...'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6850847648093527431</id><published>2009-01-30T13:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:40:19.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>can I think of anything but real estate?</title><content type='html'>I think I need to rename this blog "My real estate obsessions."  Heard from our agent today, and we have a showing tomorrow morning.  It's the agent who sold us this house, so that's neat.  I've already started cleaning.  Just finished scrubbing 3 of the 5 bathrooms.  I don't see the other two getting cleaned, honestly.  I need to find a chance to clean the living room carpet again.  Problem is, it's too loud to do while the baby sleeps, and it's impossible to do it while he's awake.  Which is why they are filthy!  I plan to never use carpet again, if I can convince my hubby.  Maybe I have a chance, though, because his initial plan was to carpet the whole new office, and there is NO carpet in there.  One point for me!&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my chances of finishing the grout in the office are diminishing this weekend.  We have the showing, the Superbowl, and G has a beer tasting he wants to attend Saturday.  If all goes well, I'll be busy signing a contract anyway.  Oh, to dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6850847648093527431?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6850847648093527431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6850847648093527431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6850847648093527431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6850847648093527431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-think-of-anything-but-real-estate.html' title='can I think of anything but real estate?'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7787237931646040956</id><published>2009-01-29T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:13:06.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Tiki and real estate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SYG4GnpDVcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/H6JoaiypyHk/s1600-h/so+beautiful+1-29-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296717060624307650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SYG4GnpDVcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/H6JoaiypyHk/s320/so+beautiful+1-29-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiki already shows a love for music and dancing. All three of our boys have from an early age.  He started walking last week, and he was standing up and dancing to the beat even before that.  He's such a sweet and cuddly baby.  Even so, he is the clingiest one we've had.  I've never been able to put him down for very long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we came home from picking up S from school yesterday, there was an agent in our driveway.  She had a man with her, and it was obvious they had been looking at houses.  He was an Asian man with a strong accent wearing a suit.  She had my flyer and asked if she could see it right away.  I asked if I could go in and flush toilets and remove diapers.  I had about 5 mins to throw things in drawers and shove an armful of stuff in the van.  We drove around for about 10 minutes, and they were gone when we came back.  You can't really look at this house in 10 minutes, so I assume he didn't like it.  Oh well.  I'm just glad I didn't know the day before and spend 8 hours cleaning and 24 hours being stressed.  It's almost better this way, with no appointment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you know if I get any feedback.  My agent seemed irritated it happened that way.  She said she had just shown one of that agent's houses.  I hope I hear from her today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7787237931646040956?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7787237931646040956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7787237931646040956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7787237931646040956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7787237931646040956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiki-and-real-estate.html' title='Tiki and real estate'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SYG4GnpDVcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/H6JoaiypyHk/s72-c/so+beautiful+1-29-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2833444980471464856</id><published>2009-01-27T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:00:22.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>more rambling on the office</title><content type='html'>It seems all I can think or blog about is real estate and the office.  I got about half (or less) of the tile grouted yesterday.  It looks AWESOME.  I have to brag and say that all the men working on the project are really impressed. To me, that's way more of a compliment than if a friend says they like it.  The senior builder said "I'd recommend you", which for me was huge.  It is such satisfying work.  There is instant reward and you always know your end point.  It's peaceful and steady.  Who knows, maybe I have much more tiling in my future.  I'm pretty sure my husband will insist upon it!  As for him, I have to brag a little.  Yesterday, he took a day off so I could grout.  He took the baby to the grocery store, got all the right things, and put everything away!  He picked S up from school, then he brought the three kids to see me.  Finally, when I got home, he met me at the door with a glass of wine!  The house was picked up and the kids were happy.  Honestly, I could get used to that. &lt;br /&gt;They finished the bamboo floors today, and I love them!  I've always wanted to test those out, so here we go.  I consider the office a big test for (hopefully) building a house one day.  As for that, I did talk to my agent today.  Someone who looked at the house a long time ago (maybe 9 months!) must still be thinking about it.  Their agent asked her if I would take $400,000 for it.  We're asking $479,000, so it's almost an insult.  I told her to tell him we could only go to $450,000, and that is a give-away!  But at this point, we would if we could.&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned other leads, but I don't have any showings scheduled, if that tells you anything.  I think this is the "I know my contract is running out soon" dance that we do every 3 months or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2833444980471464856?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2833444980471464856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2833444980471464856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2833444980471464856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2833444980471464856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-rambling-on-office.html' title='more rambling on the office'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8603639755996129970</id><published>2009-01-23T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:06:04.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Waving the White Flag</title><content type='html'>I've surrendered, and I hired a guy to do the bamboo floors.  He gave me a great price, and he's a pro who knows how to handle the height difference.  He'll put in a reducer, which I had considered doing.  Honestly, I was trying to take on too much.  We want to be in at the end of the month.  I still have to grout ALL that tile.  Lay tile in the bathroom/kitchenette.  Paint ALL the ceiling tiles.  Plus find time to furnish and decorate the place.  It will be worth it. I just get stubborn and take on too much.  I do still have three kids to take care of, you know.  (That's me still making excuses to myself.)&lt;br /&gt;G is taking off work Monday, so we have three days to get as much done as we can.  I'll try to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;In other real estate news...  Oh, there is no other real estate news.  That's right, NONE!  I'm glad to be distracted by the office for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8603639755996129970?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8603639755996129970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8603639755996129970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8603639755996129970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8603639755996129970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/waving-white-flag.html' title='Waving the White Flag'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-231782137906805155</id><published>2009-01-22T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:54:27.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>need wood</title><content type='html'>I have to find some wood for the rest of the office floor by Saturday.  I got some gorgeous bamboo at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sams&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't know if it's gonna work.   I laid down a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; today, and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; be about 1/2 inch higher than the tile.  It's 5/8 in thick.  I really want to use it.  I did some searching and found a "reducer" piece, but it would be like a tiny little hill to get on the bamboo floor.  Is that bad?  I don't want a thin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of engineered wood that will scratch after seeing this beautiful bamboo.  What do I do?  We are supposed to lay the floor this weekend.  It has me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I somehow got in a nap this afternoon with all three kids at home!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-231782137906805155?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/231782137906805155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=231782137906805155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/231782137906805155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/231782137906805155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-wood.html' title='need wood'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3818166995592910850</id><published>2009-01-20T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:40:19.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>more on tiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SXYX92UQYhI/AAAAAAAAARg/Cj1XnpUY0A0/s1600-h/tired+1-18-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293444763340530194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SXYX92UQYhI/AAAAAAAAARg/Cj1XnpUY0A0/s320/tired+1-18-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished tiling the public areas of the office Sunday. I still have to do the small bathroom and kitchenette area, then I will begin grouting. It's weird. It hurts and it's hard, but it's such a peaceful job. When I got home Sunday, the kids attacked me when I walked in the door. My husband had taken all the kids to a birthday party (I was proud of him!), and he called just as I was finishing up to ask if we could go to dinner with three other families.  I was so tired and dirty, I couldn't imagine it!  I said yes, though, and we did have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was surprising was the lesson I learned about greeting a spouse when he/she returns from work.  It's really true what I've heard about them needing 10 minutes to regroup.  All I wanted was to change clothes, pour a glass of wine, and nurse little Tiki.  I couldn't deal with the kid's requests for apple juice or to help pull their pants up.  And I got a different perspective on the late call requesting a dinner date.  Of course, tiling is pretty hard work, so I assume it's a little different from a comfortable desk job.  But I bet the mental part of it is the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my husband about my epiphany, and he seemed to light up a little.  I know at the same time, he was learning a lesson or two about the spouse who stays home with the three kids!  Overall, it was a good lesson for us both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3818166995592910850?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3818166995592910850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3818166995592910850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3818166995592910850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3818166995592910850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-on-tiling.html' title='more on tiling'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SXYX92UQYhI/AAAAAAAAARg/Cj1XnpUY0A0/s72-c/tired+1-18-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4033674313791100005</id><published>2009-01-13T13:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:26:24.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Tiling the office floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't talked much about the new office because our builder has been doing most the work. Now that it's time for the finishing touches, though, we are taking over. We have decided to tile much of the space, and so Saturday I began tiling floors for the first time. I've done &lt;a href="http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/backsplash-talk.html"&gt;backsplashes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/master-bathroom-remodel.html"&gt;showers&lt;/a&gt;, so I figured I could handle the floors. It ends up that they are easier. While I'm working, though, the rooms get bigger and bigger in my head! I think the hardest thing about the job is worrying about my kids, especially the baby. G stayed home with them Saturday. I needed his help Sunday, so my mom hung out here at the house with them. For some reason, I just can't use the tile cutter, and it helped my back and knees to have someone there to hand me the tiles as I worked. Otherwise, you are getting up and down constantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be the second hardest part: the back and knee pain. If I'm careful, it isn't too bad. I am in my thirty's now, and I notice many more aches and pains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The experience make me appreciate, again, that I am able to stay home with my children. It is very stressful to me when I don't have access to them. Even though I know they are being well cared for, I miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is a picture of the work I had done after day two. I have MUCH more to do. I won't promise that I'll finish. I may end up hiring someone to do the other two rooms, but I really do want to try to do it myself. It depends on how much my mom can help with the kids because it really is easier when my husband is there to help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290845412240412210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SWzb3s4YTjI/AAAAAAAAARY/bE7VR56-fsk/s320/day+two+1-11-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that's all I have done after two days!  My husband says I couldn't be any slower at spreading the thin set.  I feel like it has to be perfect to make the tiles level, and I want to maintain a clean working environment.  We've all seen tile jobs where there is dry thin set all over the tiles.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was working, he said, "this isn't like icing a cake."  I exclaimed, "that's exactly how I was gonna describe it!"  It is like making icing (mixing the thin set) and icing a cake.  G say's " that's the problem!"  Apparently I'm slow at decorating a cake too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4033674313791100005?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4033674313791100005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4033674313791100005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4033674313791100005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4033674313791100005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiling-office-floor.html' title='Tiling the office floor'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SWzb3s4YTjI/AAAAAAAAARY/bE7VR56-fsk/s72-c/day+two+1-11-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-177009453523237776</id><published>2009-01-07T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:28:45.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Resolving to take care of myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SWTJE7dAUYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4ry29Kp4FDc/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288572948955812226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SWTJE7dAUYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4ry29Kp4FDc/s320/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a horrible picture of my face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I had to show off the yoga pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally strong enough to do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the last baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, we got the new treadmill for Christmas. Well, it has been one of our best purchases. We are both on it almost every day! I feel so much better. I had really missed exercising since I had to quit aerobics. Now I just turn on the baby monitor, and I get at least 30 minutes of alone time. I miss the company of the other women, but I really do enjoy alone time, so it all works out. I've noticed that once I do my 30 minute program, I'm really inspired to do weights and yoga since I'm already down there and warmed up. So now, I'm finally using the bowflex we bought 2 years ago, which we rarely touched. Mostly, though, I just need the big ball and a pair of 10 pound weights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, we've done it separately, but I want G and me to work out a way to do it together sometimes too. I have noticed that the kids respond so well to exercise being part of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our daily lives, and that is so healthy for them.  I hate to say I resolve to keep it up all year, but I do need to remind myself that I deserve to carve out time for taking care of myself and my health.  Every mom needs that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-177009453523237776?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/177009453523237776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=177009453523237776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/177009453523237776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/177009453523237776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolving-to-take-care-of-myself.html' title='Resolving to take care of myself'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SWTJE7dAUYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4ry29Kp4FDc/s72-c/Picture+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8312222608645792377</id><published>2009-01-03T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:38:42.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><title type='text'>New year, new real estate obsession</title><content type='html'>We have a showing again tomorrow!  They've become so few and far between that I'm always a little shocked to see our agent's name on the caller ID.  I'm gonna go start obsessively cleaning now, but I'll update when I get some feedback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8312222608645792377?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8312222608645792377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8312222608645792377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8312222608645792377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8312222608645792377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-real-estate-obsession.html' title='New year, new real estate obsession'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-481161079668697574</id><published>2008-12-31T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:58:29.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Farewell 2008</title><content type='html'>Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Riddance&lt;/span&gt;!  What a depressing year.  I don't have to list it all, but I'll just say I think my New Year's resolution for 2008 was to sell my house.  Guess what my 2009 resolution is?  Sell my damn house!  This year, I mean it! &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some good things happened in 08.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; was born.  We bought the new office.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, I'd have to think hard to list more.  I've been cranky and bitchy for most the year.  I'm irritated that we are so stuck in this house.  I feel trapped.  It's so hard having a house on the market while raising three boys in it.  It's downright depressing sometimes.  I'm so ready to move on to the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe in 2009 I can get a fresh perspective and an attitude check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-481161079668697574?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/481161079668697574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=481161079668697574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/481161079668697574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/481161079668697574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-2008.html' title='Farewell 2008'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2652295215492703899</id><published>2008-12-30T15:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:09:32.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Today's Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVqLVo92kLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yoTmwUhh2H4/s1600-h/us+at+Fernbank+12-30-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285690316563058866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVqLVo92kLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yoTmwUhh2H4/s320/us+at+Fernbank+12-30-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, me and the kids hopped in the van and went to the Fernbank Museum in Atlanta. We had such a nice day. The kids were awesome. They have a great cafe with a yummy chicken salad sandwich. It was so nice to get out of town and have fun. I didn't want to wait here to hear back from our agent. She did call and said she couldn't get much feedback from the other agent. The couple plans to return in January and select a house then. I guess they don't want to reveal their cards yet. Not terrible news, but not the news I wanted either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285690788662578674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVqLxHrJjfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jqV8wfnqtbA/s320/Spencer+took+this!+12-30-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S actually took this picture of me and Tiki! I thought he did such a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285691844288067970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVqMukL4OYI/AAAAAAAAARA/rBmhg4bgUIc/s320/playing+polar+bear+12-30-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were polar bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692071054817938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVqM7w9SOpI/AAAAAAAAARI/HAi6ZdujFNE/s320/penguins+12-30-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were penguins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They listened intently on a 25 minute lecture on reptiles, and of course they were in awe of the giant dinosaur displays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, G will be home for a four day weekend, then school will resume Tuesday.  Three weeks is a long break, and they've been bored, but it's been nice too.  We're almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2652295215492703899?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2652295215492703899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2652295215492703899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2652295215492703899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2652295215492703899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-adventures.html' title='Today&apos;s Adventures'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVqLVo92kLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yoTmwUhh2H4/s72-c/us+at+Fernbank+12-30-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-5380243676937371806</id><published>2008-12-29T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:37:09.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><title type='text'>Market update</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm not gonna get all excited and convince myself that this is "the one."  Well, I am, but I'm gonna try not to.  We had a showing today.  It is a couple coming to town, and they handpicked the houses they wanted to see in four subdivisions.  I'm hopeful.  They will come back in January to make a decision, but my agent will try to get some feedback for us tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we closed on the new office today.  It's good to be on the buyer's side of things.  We got a great price and awesome terms and rates.  Everyone who's sitting on the fence just needs to jump in there and stimulate the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be so wonderful if we both buy the office and snag a buyer for the house in one day.  I even asked my mother to annoint and bless the house today.  Please, God, let us move on and sell this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-5380243676937371806?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5380243676937371806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=5380243676937371806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5380243676937371806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5380243676937371806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/market-update.html' title='Market update'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-5338209214295174133</id><published>2008-12-28T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:09:44.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>From Santa to the Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVfOCykUzvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ynyJpZ7UwWE/s1600-h/Spencer"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284919235071758066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVfOCykUzvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ynyJpZ7UwWE/s320/Spencer%27s+crown+12-25-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S on Christmas day wearing his crown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All he had asked Santa for was a diamond,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and his Nani obliged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, 5 1/2 years old, is my sensitive child. He is so much like me, and it's a testament to how strong genetics really are. Some of our quirks leave my husband just shaking his head. Like our skin. We are very picky about what touches our skin, and we would both be happier if we could just be in our underclothes all the time. A tag in our clothes can be enough to drive us crazy! Not just, "can you please cut this tag out of my shirt when you get time" crazy, but "I'm gonna strip down in public if you don't get this tag out" crazy. Last weekend, I took my shirt off while driving to the mall because of a tag, and we had to cut it out in the parking lot. Anyway, this is just an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are so much alike, it helps me to understand him. Believe me, if I didn't know where he was coming from, some of his antics or behaviors would drive me crazy. Well, sometimes they still do, but I can usually relate if I try hard enough. Also, I can usually predict his reaction to things. Like today while we were taking down the Christmas tree. I prepped the kids that it was coming down, and I invited them to come say goodbye to it. N, 3, didn't have the time or desire to do that. But S ran in there and lovingly said goodbye to the tree. Sure enough, when he saw the ornaments coming off, he got tearful. It was sweet. I bet lots of people get sad to take down the tree. Even my husband admitted that he was saddened. While I agree, I love to get the tree down every year. By then, I'm ready for things to get back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one other cute story about S today. While my husband and I were sitting in the office/nursery admiring the clean open space recently occupied by the tree, S came in. He said, "Mom! Look, one of my tooth is coming out of my mouth!." I said, "Oh, is your tooth loose?" "No," he replied, "it's not loose, it's coming out of my mouth!." Well, of course, it was just slightly loose, but it is his first loose tooth. We were all excited, and he sat there looking proud and serious as we told him all about the tooth fairy and how his tooth will eventually fall out. And so we enter into another phase of growing up and think, with sweet memories, of when we first saw that little tooth erupting out of our baby's swollen gums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-5338209214295174133?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5338209214295174133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=5338209214295174133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5338209214295174133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5338209214295174133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-santa-to-tooth-fairy.html' title='From Santa to the Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVfOCykUzvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ynyJpZ7UwWE/s72-c/Spencer%27s+crown+12-25-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1090031047098697197</id><published>2008-12-26T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:49:56.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make caramel</title><content type='html'>After making caramel FOUR times on Christmas Eve, I finally learned how to make it without burning the sugar.  That means I had to throw away a lot of caramel.  The first time, I made Aunt Bill's Brown Candy from the Bon Appetite magazine.  It turned out good, but it had a strange tang to it.  Next I needed caramel for my cake.  I was making the Chocolate Cake with salted caramel and ganache icing, also from Bon Appetite.  I burned that caramel, and it made me realize what tasted so weird in the candy.  We made it again, and burned that batch too!  The fourth time, my husband and I both stood over it and watched intently, determined to learn how to make good caramel.  What happens is, as you are cooking the water and sugar, it goes from clear to yellow to amber and immediately to dark brown.  Amber to dark brown (and very smoky) takes just a few seconds.  Mine was smoky and burnt before I removed it from the heat and added the cream.  So this time, I removed it just before I would have thought it was done and way before the time was up on the timer.  Right as it became a darker yellow.  Finally!  We had ourselves a kick-ass caramel.  It was awesome by itself, but it really dressed up the cake into something special.&lt;br /&gt;So, my advice to anyone making caramel is to cook it on a lower heat than the recipe (my recipes all called for high, so I ended up doing a medium high).  And watch it like a hawk.  Pull it off and add the cream just. right as. it &lt;em&gt;thinks&lt;/em&gt; about becoming amber. &lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe I used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALTED CARAMEL&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cp heavy whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, diced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;large pinch of French grey sea salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir sugar, 1/4 cup water and corn syrup in deep medium saucepan over low heat until sugar dissolves.&lt;br /&gt;Increase heat to medium; cover pan and cook 4 minutes.  Uncover; increase heat to medium high.  Boil without stirring until syrup is just turning amber. &lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat!  Add cream (mixture will bubble).  Whisk in butter, then sour cream, lemon juice and pinch of sea salt.  Cool completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1090031047098697197?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1090031047098697197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1090031047098697197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1090031047098697197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1090031047098697197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-make-caramel.html' title='How to make caramel'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-5937692517435298943</id><published>2008-12-24T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:04:33.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>making candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVJcRvmU9MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zcZOlfhCQ5I/s1600-h/me+like+cookies+12-23-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283386772763768002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVJcRvmU9MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zcZOlfhCQ5I/s320/me+like+cookies+12-23-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I love about Christmas-time is baking.  I want my boys to have magical memories of us together in the kitchen.  The smell of gingerbread and cookies filling the house.  Sneaking bites here and there.  We're doing what we can to take the focus off the gifts.  Yes, they will have gifts, but hopefully they will just be a small part of the celebration.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-5937692517435298943?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5937692517435298943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=5937692517435298943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5937692517435298943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5937692517435298943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-candy.html' title='making candy'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVJcRvmU9MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zcZOlfhCQ5I/s72-c/me+like+cookies+12-23-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6158172984982863396</id><published>2008-12-23T07:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:35:20.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Obama's beach photo</title><content type='html'>I pleadge allegience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282962421202365682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVDaVO2BLPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wnt1XP6D4Ss/s320/barack-obama-on-beach-in-hawaii-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a spirit of complete respect, I must say that our new president is HOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6158172984982863396?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6158172984982863396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6158172984982863396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6158172984982863396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6158172984982863396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/obamas-beach-photo.html' title='Obama&apos;s beach photo'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SVDaVO2BLPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wnt1XP6D4Ss/s72-c/barack-obama-on-beach-in-hawaii-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6840181910800721111</id><published>2008-12-21T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:57:11.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU7zZxdDbsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-0aoyuh2ik8/s1600-h/gingerbread+house+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282427037049646786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU7zZxdDbsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-0aoyuh2ik8/s320/gingerbread+house+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU7zNPF6JNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mAF6YIzIVdc/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282426821667333330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU7zNPF6JNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mAF6YIzIVdc/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished decorating the gingerbread house today. It is our first one, so there are things I would change about it. I used the recipe in The Joy of Cooking, and usually their recipes don't fail me.  But the instructions for assembly were not good compared to others I have found, and the dimensions weren't great.  The roof was huge, and I had to cut it down a bit.  Anyway, we are proud of it and the boys are thrilled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6840181910800721111?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6840181910800721111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6840181910800721111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6840181910800721111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6840181910800721111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-house.html' title='Gingerbread House'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU7zZxdDbsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-0aoyuh2ik8/s72-c/gingerbread+house+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-5939893543486235946</id><published>2008-12-21T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:36:14.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Funny'/><title type='text'>Holiday Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU6Z90dbH8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e-x5QlSRpXQ/s1600-h/drunk+naked+contractor+12-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282328700285296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU6Z90dbH8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e-x5QlSRpXQ/s320/drunk+naked+contractor+12-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our gingerbread house is assembled and ready to be decorated. Just pay no attention to the drunk, naked builder propped up on the side of the house!  We are gonna have to fire him.  The first house he built collapsed into a pile of gingerbread, so the brothers will have to share a house now.  You just can't find a good contractor these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-5939893543486235946?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5939893543486235946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=5939893543486235946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5939893543486235946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5939893543486235946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-construction.html' title='Holiday Construction'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SU6Z90dbH8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e-x5QlSRpXQ/s72-c/drunk+naked+contractor+12-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-202849518596491852</id><published>2008-12-18T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:34:09.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>the smell of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SUsGUy_0JNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sf394TGIQb4/s1600-h/can+I+eat+one+yet+12-18-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281321942378620114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SUsGUy_0JNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sf394TGIQb4/s320/can+I+eat+one+yet+12-18-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;. I love the smell of Christmas. Ginger. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;. Cloves. Pine. The kids and I are making gingerbread houses.  We are taking our time because it is a long process.  Last night, I made the dough and cut the patterns.  Tonight, we rolled out the dough, cut the pieces and baked them.  We all snuck a gingerbread bear, and they are delicious!  Tomorrow (hopefully) we'll make the icing and construct the house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281322232324904498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SUsGlrIZVjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jOTuaOzHen4/s320/gingerbread+pieces+12-18-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt; in the morning to make cookies at my friend's house.  Yum.  I don't like the commercialism of Christmas, but these home-y traditions make me remember why it's such a wonderful time of year.  I hope my children will remember this and hold it dear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-202849518596491852?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/202849518596491852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=202849518596491852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/202849518596491852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/202849518596491852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/smell-of-christmas.html' title='the smell of Christmas'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SUsGUy_0JNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sf394TGIQb4/s72-c/can+I+eat+one+yet+12-18-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3893312779638996309</id><published>2008-12-17T13:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:11:35.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Getting back on track</title><content type='html'>G and I decided to get ourselves a new treadmill for Christmas.  I have missed aerobics so much since Tiki got too old and I had to quit.  I did worry, though, that it would sit down there unused like our bowflex has for the past couple years.&lt;br /&gt;It came in last week, and we have really enjoyed it!  It has a t.v. screen built in and great speakers, so we aren't just staring at the wall, and we didn't have to put it in the living room.  I've only used it twice, but G has used it every day!  I'm so excited to finally get to work out again.  And I've found that it encourages me to do other things while I'm down there like abs and upper body.  Maybe we'll finally get some use out of that bowflex. &lt;br /&gt;I've noticed I really feel better on the days I get to exercise.  Let's face it, I need all the endorphins I can get!  Now, if I'll make time to start doing yoga again (haven't done since having Tiki), I'll bet I'll start feeling like my old self again.  The aches and pains of parenting is something nobody warned me about.  Having a 27 pound 9 month old who insists on being held all the time is no easy job.  It's so important for moms to take care of themselves too, but it's so hard to make the time to do it.  Maybe this will be my new year's resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3893312779638996309?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3893312779638996309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3893312779638996309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3893312779638996309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3893312779638996309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-back-on-track.html' title='Getting back on track'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8225973477688972553</id><published>2008-12-13T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:46:46.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Funny'/><title type='text'>I got the last one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SUQC-7LDTOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/W-b8UqpF66Y/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279347943244254434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SUQC-7LDTOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/W-b8UqpF66Y/s320/tiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awhile ago, I made a wish list on amazon for the grandparents. I thought I'd buy the items that were left about 10 days before Christmas. On the list was a WowWee Lion cub for my 3 year old. One day, I noticed the price had jumped from $49.00 to about $150! It was going out of stock. Next thing I knew, it was nowhere to be found. So, I compromised and selected the tiger cub instead. Of course, this morning, when we decided we'd better buy the gifts, it was out of stock most places, and listed at $162.00 at amazon. Because a similar thing happened last year, you'd think I'd have this Christmas Frenzy figured out by now! I remembered seeing several of the tigers (no lions) at Target, so I rushed to the store, and I got the LAST ONE! It was ten dollars more than the original amazon price, but it was a bargain compared to $162!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my husband to exclaim that I had gotten the last one, expecting his shared excitement! He sighed and muttered something about "I can't believe you got yourself in the position of having to get the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; one of &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;." So true. I wonder if I'll have learned to shop early by next year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8225973477688972553?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8225973477688972553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8225973477688972553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8225973477688972553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8225973477688972553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-last-one.html' title='I got the last one!'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SUQC-7LDTOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/W-b8UqpF66Y/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4157065689650263367</id><published>2008-12-07T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:03:58.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><title type='text'>I can relax.</title><content type='html'>The open house is over, and I'm so relieved.  I've done nothing but stress about it for a week!  We just knew nobody came when I picked up the phone to call the agent when it was supposed to be over.  We were so happy to hear that she had been busy the whole time.  My husband dropped me and the baby off, and we let the realtor go.  I stayed another hour and a half until the Tour of Homes was over, and I got two more couples.  In all, we had 14 to 16 visitors.  It was all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Now, these people were not in the market for a house.  But you never know who they know, and it can only help to have people come see the house.  One of the women that came while I was here said the reason she came was because she heard other people talking about how beautiful my house was at one of the houses on the tour.  I thought that was great.  Many people took fliers and said they would spread the word for us.  I guess only time will tell.  Still, we accomplished what I was hoping for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4157065689650263367?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4157065689650263367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4157065689650263367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4157065689650263367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4157065689650263367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-relax.html' title='I can relax.'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4670456556782256682</id><published>2008-12-01T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:49:33.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>busy week</title><content type='html'>I have so much to do this week in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for the open house.  Sometimes it feels like trudging through mud to do stuff with these three kids, though.  The baby pretty much demands to be held all the time, and when he's sleeping I have loads of other chores to do.  Like right now, for instance.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; is not gonna browse itself!&lt;br /&gt;That mostly leaves the time after my husband gets home from work.  It seems like a mad dash of dinner, dishes, bath and bedtime most nights, though.  Tonight, we have an art show.  I'm very excited about this one, as it is at my son's elementary school.  As a fundraiser, every year they have a show with your child's art framed and displayed.  You have the option of buying your child's art.  If that is any option at all.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.  This year, I think it is gonna be quite good.  I have a tree with fall colors that he did earlier in the year with sponge paint that turned out so beautiful that I had it matted and framed.  He's becoming a pretty good little artist.  He is left handed, so if there is any truth to the myth, he'll turn out to be the creative type.  My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;temperamental&lt;/span&gt; artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4670456556782256682?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4670456556782256682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4670456556782256682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4670456556782256682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4670456556782256682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-week.html' title='busy week'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6573995366750255645</id><published>2008-11-30T07:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:03:28.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><title type='text'>Another Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a decision about participating in the tour of homes. My husband and I don't think we decorate in the way people expect on such a tour anyway, so being on the tour was pretty much out. Then, our agent called back yesterday to say it was too late anyway. The surprising news was that the lady organizing the tour didn't want us to even have an open house on that day. They are friends, so my agent felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; about "stepping on her toes." Unless, she said, I really want to do the open house. Usually, I shrink in these instances and do whatever the person wants me to do. I was proud of myself yesterday for saying, "I'm sorry, but I really do want to do it." I told her that I would understand if she wanted nothing to do with it, and I didn't mind holding the open house myself. She immediately stepped up and said, "no, you're my client and I'm gonna do what you want." So, we planned for her to tell her friend that I was adamant on it, and that it was just business. I'm okay with playing the picky client. Especially because I suspect I am a picky client sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we are gonna have another open house next Sunday. That gives us one week to prepare. I still feel like I have to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tasteful&lt;/span&gt; Christmas decorations, so I'm gonna try to start that today. I can't get much done on week days with the kids around. I really want to have some baked goods and hot apple cider too. I know these people aren't necessarily looking for a house. I just want them to see mine, and maybe they know someone who it's perfect for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274433991328663026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/STKNxRxkBfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/E4q5fhDEyyY/s320/front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house is one of those that looks much more modest and small from the front, but is quite large and nice when you get in. So, it's important to get people in so they can see that. Many of the houses in my neighborhood look huge from the front.  Sometimes those are actually smaller than mine.  I feel like the curb appeal keeps people who want a large house from even considering mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274434241908734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/STKN_3QgeiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RH3TBM2M-lE/s320/back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the back of my house, where you can tell the size of it.  I've got pictures on the listing information.  They say there is a perfect person for every house, but I'm starting to wonder if it's ever gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6573995366750255645?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6573995366750255645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6573995366750255645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6573995366750255645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6573995366750255645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-open-house.html' title='Another Open House'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/STKNxRxkBfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/E4q5fhDEyyY/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8085723578535040881</id><published>2008-11-26T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:23:23.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><title type='text'>New Strategy</title><content type='html'>I may have a new trick up my real estate sleeve. A friend (who's a builder married to an agent in my neighborhood) called today to suggest this plan to me, and I like it. There is a Christmas Tour of Homes in my neighborhood in a week and a half. I knew she was doing it, but I didn't think to tag along. She suggested I have an open house on the same day. There are only 4 homes on the tour, and they are all in my subdivision. She estimates 200-300 people will be coming through. She has a home in this tour every year, sometimes even when they are for sale. Now, the people won't necessarily be in the market for a house, just browsing at other people's decorating. For the record, I'm not a decorator! But my &lt;a href="http://houseobsession.wordpress.com/"&gt;oldest friend &lt;/a&gt;is, and I've already had her come over and help me out for a recent open house. I have other friends here who could help with the Christmas decorating, and my husband actually has a very good eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent is sceptical about the idea. She is calling now to see if she can just add my house to the tour or at least ask the organizer of the tour if she'd be comfortable with me having an open house at the same time. I guess it'd be better just to join the tour. Honestly, I can't imagine we'd need to get permission, but I know they have a relationship that my agent doesn't want to disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does happen, my next issue will be the holiday decorating itself. See, were we live, people have other people decorate their houses, and it looks like everything came out of an interior decorating magazine. Not one of the magazines I would read, either. We have more of a "lived in, family" style. While we don't keep clutter around, we also don't have 2 lamps on the mantle and over sized candlesticks and all that stuff I feel like people expect on a tour of homes. For Christmas, we use colored lights and passed down ornaments that have absolutely no color scheme. I don't know if we should do business as usual, or if we should switch to white lights and blue and silver matching tree stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story, our first Christmas here, I'm pretty sure we were the ONLY house with colored Christmas lights. Every year since, a house or two would go to colored. Last year, there was a good mix of colored and clear. Hehehe. Maybe we're rubbing off on 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's your advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8085723578535040881?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8085723578535040881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8085723578535040881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8085723578535040881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8085723578535040881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-strategy.html' title='New Strategy'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-5731754213241760065</id><published>2008-11-25T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:42:26.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what happened after we dropped the price of our house by $15,000...</title><content type='html'>nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember this next time the agent suggests dropping the price to "bring people in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-5731754213241760065?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5731754213241760065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=5731754213241760065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5731754213241760065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5731754213241760065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-what-happened-after-we-dropped.html' title='Guess what happened after we dropped the price of our house by $15,000...'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4879417147744982210</id><published>2008-11-24T13:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:26:13.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>My Three Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SSrtcfTyhvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BKAiGEi7S7U/s1600-h/Nathaniel+&amp;amp;+mom+11-22-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272287387487209202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SSrtcfTyhvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BKAiGEi7S7U/s320/Nathaniel+%26+mom+11-22-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, three years have gone by since I brought my sweet Booboo home. His was the hardest pregnancy and the longest delivery. That's bizarre to me, though, because he has been so sweet and easy going his whole life. He has a way of charming everyone he comes into contact with.  He simply adores both his brothers.  He is independent and strong, yet he loves to sit in my lap and cuddle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he was born, we just kept waiting for it to get hard.  It never did.  He just glides through life seeing the good in things.  For instance, after his Thanksgiving party at school today, we were walking to our car.  It had been lightly raining earlier, and it was chilly and overcast.  Most people would have found it to be cruddy weather.  Nate says, out of the blue, "It's a beautiful day, mama.  It not raining anymore.  It's beautiful."  I looked around me again.  I had not seen it like that.  But as I looked through his eyes, I realized it was beautiful.  The air felt crisp, not chilly.  The ground was wet, but it was refreshing.  The clouds gave the sky a nice hazy look.  My little three year old boy teaches me how to put things into perspective.  That's the kind of person he is and always has been.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talk about what he'll be when he grows up, and I truly believe the sky is the limit.  I ache to think it'll be here too soon.  Time has a way of rushing by, and we are so busy with our days that we miss it.  We ignore the beautiful days right in front of us.  I want him to keep his innocence and excitement...  his enthusiasm.  He turns to at least one of us in the family every day and says, "you're my best friend."  I can picture it so clearly.  I hope I don't forget.  I want to remember every little habit and expression.  That's what I like about this blog.  One day I'll be an old woman, and I'll only have my memories.  I hope Nate will have wonderful memories too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate, you're my best friend.  I love you, sweetie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4879417147744982210?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4879417147744982210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4879417147744982210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4879417147744982210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4879417147744982210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-three-year-old.html' title='My Three Year Old'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SSrtcfTyhvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BKAiGEi7S7U/s72-c/Nathaniel+%26+mom+11-22-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3438460526170609174</id><published>2008-11-21T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:24:03.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booboo's last day being two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SSb8QBz8xaI/AAAAAAAAAME/jBCIFMYu4ec/s1600-h/Nate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271177766178178466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SSb8QBz8xaI/AAAAAAAAAME/jBCIFMYu4ec/s320/Nate%27s+11-21-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's Booboo's 3rd birthday, and his pirate birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is full of shopping and baking.  He is my blessing from God, and I don't know how he is already three.  He had cupcakes at pre-school, and was so excited.  He says "it's my happy birthday!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3438460526170609174?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3438460526170609174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3438460526170609174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3438460526170609174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3438460526170609174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/booboos-last-day-being-two.html' title='Booboo&apos;s last day being two'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SSb8QBz8xaI/AAAAAAAAAME/jBCIFMYu4ec/s72-c/Nate%27s+11-21-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7354520602993550091</id><published>2008-11-20T13:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:01:31.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>We had a much better day today.  My mom and I took the kids to the mall.  I always feel better at the mall, even though I'm not a huge shopper usually.  I had a gift card to Macy's I'd been wanting to use, though, so I got three great pair of pants.  I wanted shoes for the kids, but the guy at Stride Rite said to wait until black Friday for their sale.  I stopped by Party City to get eye patches for all the kids coming to Booboo's party on Saturday.  It was a MUCH better day than yesterday.  The kids seem to be climbing out of the germ pit.  Maybe I can even send them both to school tomorrow and get started on the cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the office, the builder started the demo this week!  I love the smell of construction.  Or in this case, I guess it's deconstruction.  I thought I smelled the hint of cigarette smoke too.  I love that smell... construction and cigarette smoke.  It always reminds me of my dad when I was a kid.  Thank God he stopped smoking a couple months ago!  I never thought I'd see the day that happened.  So, things are looking up around here after a very hard week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7354520602993550091?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7354520602993550091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7354520602993550091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7354520602993550091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7354520602993550091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6609804117711497164</id><published>2008-11-19T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:46:01.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>House of Germs</title><content type='html'>All three of our boys are sick.  I don't even know what is wrong with them.  We have taken turns passing around everything.  Vomiting, colds, coughs, fevers.  I'm getting ready to haul them all to the doctor in hopes he can cure everyone before Saturday, Booboo's 3rd birthday party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6609804117711497164?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6609804117711497164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6609804117711497164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6609804117711497164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6609804117711497164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-of-germs.html' title='House of Germs'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7552682585143373986</id><published>2008-11-13T15:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:14:24.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>On a good note...</title><content type='html'>Let's move on, shall we?  Surely I have more going on in my life than a depressed housing market.  There is some real estate news I am very excited about.  We seem to have come to an agreement on the office space for my husband's practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't in the market for any space and have been renting forever.  Someone in the same building selling his space began pursuing us, but we couldn't afford it.  Because he had no other prospects, he continued to call us.  Finally we had a meeting and decided to go for it.  That was a month and a half ago, and today we finally seem to have made a solid agreement and got all the details in order.  We are to close just before the year's end.  Now, my husband doesn't count his chickens before they hatch, but I am very excited!!    The space will need complete demo and rebuilding, so it will be a nice project to distract me.  Also, it will be wonderful to pay a mortgage instead of rent, and this is one of the prime medical office buildings in our town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are picking a builder by Monday (hopefully), so construction will begin soon.  The wonderful man we are buying from is allowing us to work on it before we close so we can get in at the new year.  Our last obstacle is the lease for our current space.  It lasts through 2009, so we just have to pray we find someone to sublet.   I'll try to get over there to get some before pictures so I can document the journey.  Maybe we'll be rewarded for buying in this down market by getting a buyer of our very own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7552682585143373986?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7552682585143373986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7552682585143373986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7552682585143373986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7552682585143373986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-good-note.html' title='On a good note...'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7522483763709584842</id><published>2008-11-12T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:30:09.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>The results are in.</title><content type='html'>One loved it and can't afford it. The other doesn't love it.  My agent suggested I drop my price FIFTEEN THOUSAND, and I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7522483763709584842?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7522483763709584842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7522483763709584842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7522483763709584842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7522483763709584842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in.'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1448835714616538870</id><published>2008-11-11T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:13:59.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Second Showing!</title><content type='html'>As soon as we got home from the first showing today, our agent called and asked if she could bring someone else for a showing at 5pm.  Thats wonderful for two reasons.  The obvious is that we got another showing.  The second is that I didn't have to clean the whole house again for the second man!  Two birds with one stone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1448835714616538870?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1448835714616538870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1448835714616538870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1448835714616538870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1448835714616538870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-showing.html' title='Second Showing!'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1178364677974751056</id><published>2008-11-11T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:29:54.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>breakfast room</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267513091971651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SRn3P6iwmBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IJtDOM1NIEg/s320/new+breakfast+room+11-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SRn3hlv77BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pR73NFVbxQ8/s1600-h/new+decor+(dark)+11-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267513395627420690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SRn3hlv77BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pR73NFVbxQ8/s320/new+decor+(dark)+11-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Our agent and some of my friends who decorate have been telling me to put a table and chair in the room next to the kitchen.  We had used it as a dining room, but we were advised to move the dining room table into the formal dining room when we went on the market.  So, this became a sitting room.  Today, I bought a table and chairs from one of my friends, and we finally got this room set up the way it should be.  It looks SO much better.  I wish I had done it years ago.  I got them for a great price, and I love that they are "pre-owned."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a showing at 3 pm, so maybe this will be the change that sells this house!  I'll let you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1178364677974751056?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1178364677974751056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1178364677974751056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1178364677974751056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1178364677974751056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakfast-room.html' title='breakfast room'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SRn3P6iwmBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IJtDOM1NIEg/s72-c/new+breakfast+room+11-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-5789443438579536236</id><published>2008-11-05T15:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:05:28.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>The First Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SRJQgQWvliI/AAAAAAAAALs/9R-TI6Xco-g/s1600-h/dad"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265359429425927714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SRJQgQWvliI/AAAAAAAAALs/9R-TI6Xco-g/s320/dad%27s+home+11-5-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard somewhere on the news that Michelle Obama's biggest project, if her husband were to win, was to be The First Mother to her girls. I think that was back when I was still on the fence, and it made such a huge impact on me. As bad as it makes me sound, I couldn't come to terms with how Sarah Palin expected to be in such a demanding job with five kids, one of them the same age as my baby&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; special needs. I have many days that I can't even vacuum the rug under the dining room table! Even if she is a stronger woman than I, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that her children would suffer. I'm one of those moms who believes it is my job, and a very important one, to raise my children. It's sometimes hard, and it's not always fun. It certainly isn't glamorous. But I feel it's something I signed on for when I decided to bring these little people into the world. Now, don't get me wrong... I had plenty of other reasons not to like Sarah Palin as time moved on. This was just my first impression. All that to say, I'm so proud to be an American today and excited to see where we will go under this new presidency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the topic of putting the job of motherhood first, though, I have a dilemma that I want to put out there. I have many friends who are stay at home moms. We have playdates and talk occasionally on the phone. We even try to have a coffee date once a week when most of our kids are in school. I enjoy these relationships, and they often help me through on the days that are hard or lonely. I am careful to keep them in "my" time, though. My closest friends are those who have priorities similar to mine, and it is something that usually goes unspoken. Other friends who don't know me as well are more likely to try to arrange girl time during evenings or weekends. One friend in particular just invited me to a "girl's night in" where we would hang out in her house and spend the night. It is the third one I know of that she's had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my dilemma. I really like the girl. But, I don't feel like I'm in a period in my life that I could go out with the girls and not come home. I don't even like going out just with the girls except for special occasions. I know I would feel weird about it if my husband decided to go out for the night and not come home. In all my life, I can't imagine my mom doing that. Last time I was invited, I had a legitimate excuse. This time, I just had to respond that I didn't feel right doing that right now. I always feel like the truth is the way to go. I just hope I haven't alienated her or made her mad at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am old fashioned. I love to be with my family, and I miss them when I'm not. I am excited to share that priority with the First Lady Elect. There will be time for the rest later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-5789443438579536236?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5789443438579536236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=5789443438579536236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5789443438579536236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/5789443438579536236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-mother.html' title='The First Mother'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SRJQgQWvliI/AAAAAAAAALs/9R-TI6Xco-g/s72-c/dad%27s+home+11-5-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2909972054684422982</id><published>2008-11-02T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:06:01.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>getting soft</title><content type='html'>Today, we took the kids on a family bike ride.  We've always wanted nice bikes, and we finally bit the bullet and invested in the bikes, a trailer for the younger ones and a tag-a-long bike for the 5 year old, and 5 helmets.  We are all set to be a biking family.  After loading up, driving to our location and getting on the bikes, the ride lasted 10 minutes or less.  The baby is still too young and doesn't like it too much.  We are supposed to wait until he's a year, so that's okay.  But what I'm upset about is that I'm in such bad shape.  Really bad.  I had to push us up the hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all summer going to aerobics with my mom, and I was in good shape.  I was so proud, I felt really good, and I had energy and endurance.  Tiki got too old to sleep in the portable swing, so I quit "temporarily."  Really, I have no solid plan for going back.  It's at the same time as his morning nap, and the whole day is messed up if we miss that morning nap.  It seems like a pathetic excuse, but it's not.  In the meantime, I feel myself getting soft and lazy.  I think I could work it out if they had a class at 10am, but they don't.  I don't have enough drive to work out by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are time eaters.  I love having a baby, and I know how fast these months pass.  It bothers me much less with each baby than it did with the first.  But you really have very little time to do anything but be a mama.  I don't want to miss anything, and I try to burn into my brain how it feels to cuddle him.  I'll be so sad when I no longer have a baby to hold.  I remind myself that life is a series of phases, and I'm in the phase today of taking care of young children.  I'll be a soft cuddly mom, and I'll have time to all buff and healthy some other time.  Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2909972054684422982?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2909972054684422982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2909972054684422982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2909972054684422982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2909972054684422982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-soft.html' title='getting soft'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3781312336983181195</id><published>2008-11-01T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:07:44.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>cash in the attic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQ0I_fMMKtI/AAAAAAAAALk/JTQztWqiISw/s1600-h/Jake+&amp;amp;+Gray+cooperating+11-1-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263873426263386834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQ0I_fMMKtI/AAAAAAAAALk/JTQztWqiISw/s320/Jake+%26+Gray+cooperating+11-1-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tiki (right) and his buddy on a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been such a long day! I was outside in the cold at 7am getting ready for the yard sale.  My friend who was "co-host" showed up soon after.  People start showing up before the sun comes out at these things.  I thought it was a success overall.  I didn't sell the big things I wanted to sell like furniture and expensive strollers.  Maybe I'll do consignment.  I did sell a few of the furniture pieces that were priced a little lower.  I came out with $291.50, which was pretty good for stuff I wasn't even using.  I got the money to pay for my new desk, and that was my goal.  Still, my back has been hurting for 3 days.  I need to schedule a massage, but I honestly don't know when I could do it.  The kids thought it was one big party, and were surprisingly okay with me selling some of their stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we all had a nap and cleaned up, my friend and her family came back over for dinner.  It was one of those good dinners where you just throw together whatever you have.  I made my signature banana bread and a great, big salad.  She brought fried chicken (yum!), mac and cheese and we made a really good apple dish.  Her baby is just 2 months older than Tiki, and my boys love him.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the extra hour we got for daylight savings, I swear today seems to have been two separate days.  How wonderful it feels to have Halloween and the yard sale behind me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3781312336983181195?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3781312336983181195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3781312336983181195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3781312336983181195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3781312336983181195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/11/cash-in-attic.html' title='cash in the attic'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQ0I_fMMKtI/AAAAAAAAALk/JTQztWqiISw/s72-c/Jake+%26+Gray+cooperating+11-1-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3789856636394456384</id><published>2008-10-31T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:55:18.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Wizard of Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQu185rLzWI/AAAAAAAAALc/VNlfKqWbVy4/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263500647391284578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQu185rLzWI/AAAAAAAAALc/VNlfKqWbVy4/s320/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are... Ready for a night of trick-or-treating. I was Dorothy, Booboo was the Lion, Coocoo was the Tin Man, Dad was Scarecrow, and Tiki was Toto.  But tonight only the older boys and I dressed up.  I hope I can get a copy of the family picture from the night of the big party.  My husband looked awesome!  We had a great time.  I love Halloween because it's so much fun to dress up, and it's such a magical time for the kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I'm gonna try to convince them to sell their candy to me, though.  I heard some dentists do that, but I haven't checked around.  They don't need it, and I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3789856636394456384?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3789856636394456384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3789856636394456384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3789856636394456384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3789856636394456384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/wizard-of-oz.html' title='Wizard of Oz'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQu185rLzWI/AAAAAAAAALc/VNlfKqWbVy4/s72-c/Picture+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-814024215757623053</id><published>2008-10-30T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:36:27.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>mounds and mounds of crap</title><content type='html'>I'm hosting a multi-family yard sale here on Saturday.  I finally got around to going through the house this morning for stuff to sell.  I had actually convinced myself that we had done such a good job sending things off to charity in the past that I wouldn't find much to sell.  Boy was I wrong.  My attic is full of boxes and baby items.  That is actually the reason for the sale.  But I found far more in the basement storage than I realized was there.  I mean stuff from boxes we moved in here more than 4 years ago.  I also found treasures, like photos I thought were missing and artwork. &lt;br /&gt;I hauled much of it into my garage to clean up and price.  Not paying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt;, as usual, I piled it all up behind my golf cart.  I use the golf cart to get my more elderly massage clients down to my basement office so they don't risk falling down the stairs.  So of course, at 11:30 I found my client standing in the garage wondering how to get to her ride.  My children will be doing the same thing tomorrow night when it's time to trick-or-treat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ugggh&lt;/span&gt;.  I have no choice but to get in there later today and move it all to the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can't imagine I'll make enough to warrant all the time and work involved.  It is a nice way to clean out the house, though.  Especially in the case that we ever sell it.  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yard sales&lt;/span&gt; are green, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-814024215757623053?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/814024215757623053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=814024215757623053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/814024215757623053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/814024215757623053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/mounds-and-mounds-of-crap.html' title='mounds and mounds of crap'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-391787316507105055</id><published>2008-10-27T17:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:38:22.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>red wine induced rambling</title><content type='html'>What a nice moment.  I had no idea how much I missed my computer.  The baby is sleeping, the kids are downstairs playing, and I can smell a wonderful pork tenderloin cooking in oven.  Oh, and I'm enjoying a nice glass of pinot noir.  Is it a bad sign when you start drinking your wine from a tinted juice cup?  I always break my wine glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love having my desk next to the kitchen.  I feel like an adult again.  I'm still in the phase of holding Tiki ALL the time when he's awake.  This desk is like a corner of "adult world" where I have MY stuff.  All the cords are conceiled, so I don't have to worry anymore about Tiki chewing on the cables or pulling stuff down.  I love being next to the kitchen and in the middle of everything going on with the family.  I can turn the study into a real bedroom for him.  Not that I ever wanted it to come to that.  It can't be good for the market to have a makeshift bedroom...  I'm not gonna worry about that right now.  Dammitt, having a house on the market for so long with three very young boys is downright stressful.  I get so tempted to just take it off for awhile.  But we need to unload it.  The lot payment is expensive.  And there is the new office space we have a verbal contract on.  That's exciting news, but it's still secret and I don't have time to get into it, so I'll write about that later.  It has been a great distraction for me, though!  I'm just so damn obsessive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-391787316507105055?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/391787316507105055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=391787316507105055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/391787316507105055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/391787316507105055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-wine-induced-rambling.html' title='red wine induced rambling'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8034161418697363395</id><published>2008-10-26T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:09:08.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>I'm back online!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQTARdWoeBI/AAAAAAAAALU/WJ0xB0eI2hQ/s1600-h/new+desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541670845446162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQTARdWoeBI/AAAAAAAAALU/WJ0xB0eI2hQ/s320/new+desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I've really missed having access to my computer! I got a new desk this week for an area near my kitchen, so I could finally move the computer out of the baby's room. My cousins were in town, and they helped me get the computer hooked up after my husband and I assembled the desk. Not surprisingly, given my inablilty to plan, my cousin found that we had no phone connection near the new desk! Ahhhh! During the middle of our "What do we do now?!" conversation, my hubby casually suggested he run a phone wire to the new location. Why, my dear, I think that just may work! So, today he got my phone jack in, and I am up and running! (thank you, sweetie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an answer to a question I got today about the house. Nothing is happening. We had an open house which drew two lookers, and I think that is great. Also, a man dropped in last week and asked about the house. My agent said he called her and she's worked with him in the recent past. He currently has a very low offer on a house in a nice up and coming neighborhood that is heading for forclosure. She doesn't expect it to work out. So, maybe we'll hear from him again. I'm okay today though. I have my moments... I think the winter will be fine because I like this house during the winter. It's the spring and summer when I get the big itch to move on. I want a super energy efficient home and access to a pool in the summer. Plus the winter just goes by so quickly. I'm optimistic that the spring will bring in a new, refreshed group of buyers, and the economy will begin to recover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I need to go begin to prepare for a big multi-family yard sale some of my friends and I are having next weekend. I'm trying to talk them into having mimosa's like &lt;a href="http://houseobsession.wordpress.com/2008/08/10/yard-sale-extravaganza/"&gt;my friend&lt;/a&gt; did at her recent yard sale. Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8034161418697363395?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8034161418697363395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8034161418697363395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8034161418697363395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8034161418697363395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back-online.html' title='I&apos;m back online!'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SQTARdWoeBI/AAAAAAAAALU/WJ0xB0eI2hQ/s72-c/new+desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-359554904918297382</id><published>2008-10-01T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:10:23.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>So down...</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to feel positive right now.  The election has me crazy.  I feel like we might get some hope back if we feel happy with our president.  I've been on the fence about who I like better; I wish we could pick and choose policies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we are going in the financial market.  Part of me feels like we are a nation of spoiled bratty kids who don't know how to manage our money, so a little recession (okay a big one) may help us set our priorities straight.  What I worry about more, though, is how vulnerable this makes us to our enemies. I feel like we are a big, loud target right now, and that is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the housing market.  My two showings Saturday may have just made me feel worse.  One couple loved the house except the kitchen isn't big enough.  Really, how big of a kitchen do we need, people???  The other couple want a more private back yard.  Mine backs up to a golf course.  I can't blame them for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have our first public open house Sunday.   Really, my agent is just trying to make me happy.  I don't expect anything to come of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very down today about it all.  I know we just have to ride it out.  I think maybe things will begin to look up after the election.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-359554904918297382?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/359554904918297382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=359554904918297382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/359554904918297382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/359554904918297382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-down.html' title='So down...'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1360794998361100800</id><published>2008-09-27T07:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:40:41.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>taking advantage of the times?</title><content type='html'>Hopefully somebody has finally decided to take advantage of the BEST TIME IN HISTORY to buy a house and are gonna buy mine!  After a long, long drought, our agent finally called last night with TWO showings scheduled for today.  I'm not even upset about having very little time to get ready for it or being out of the house for 4 hours with the 3 kids.  I've really tried to be a good sport about that the whole time.  Look where it's gotten me...  No, I'm not slipping back in to pessimism.  I'm gonna be positive.  This &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be &lt;strong&gt;the one&lt;/strong&gt;.  Just when you give up, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1360794998361100800?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1360794998361100800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1360794998361100800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1360794998361100800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1360794998361100800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-advantage-of-times.html' title='taking advantage of the times?'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3034962808571850590</id><published>2008-09-23T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:28:44.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SNjSxRqVK3I/AAAAAAAAALM/tK9OJSkZ774/s1600-h/downward+dog+9-8-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249177109696686962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SNjSxRqVK3I/AAAAAAAAALM/tK9OJSkZ774/s320/downward+dog+9-8-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer get any chance to be on my computer! We've moved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tiki's&lt;/span&gt; crib into the study because we only have 3 bedrooms on the main level. If he's sleeping, my typing wakes him. If he's awake, I pretty much have to hold him these days. Right now, he's sleeping in my bed, so I'm constantly wondering if he's about to fall off! I've asked the magic fairy (my husband) for a laptop. Seems like a petty thing to buy during this current economic nightmare, though. Maybe I'll find a place to move my computer desk. All this baby stuff is really starting to cramp the "show-ready" condition of the house for the market anyway. Not that anyone has come to see it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get back to posting when I can. There's lots of stuff going on around here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3034962808571850590?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3034962808571850590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3034962808571850590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3034962808571850590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3034962808571850590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SNjSxRqVK3I/AAAAAAAAALM/tK9OJSkZ774/s72-c/downward+dog+9-8-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8324913526215457816</id><published>2008-09-02T07:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:50:50.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are they now?</title><content type='html'>Here's a little background before I get to my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to leave my shoes out all over the house, and it makes my husband nuts.  S0 about 9 years ago, he started hiding them when he'd see them out.  He thought it would be a quick way to teach me to put them away.  To some extent, it has, but I still leave them out frequently.  So he still hides them.  It makes me laugh unless I'm in a real hurry to get out the door and don't have time to look for my shoes.  Luckily, I know his hiding places, which include the freezer, top of the fridge and on top of armours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I found his Uggs that he wears around the house under the coffee table.  I left them there for him to put away when he got home.  The next day, they were still there.  It hit me that I finally had a chance to hide &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; shoes!  So, I put them in the freezer.  It took him days to finally look in the freezer and find his shoes, and I don't know when he finally found them.  But that began THE GAME.  Over the past two days, those shoes are popping up EVERYWHERE!  We are having such fun with it!  After the freezer, I opened the microwave to heat my coffee, and there were the Uggs.  I then put them in one of his frequent spots, on top of the armour in the foyer.  Last night while cleaning the kitchen, I opened the dishwasher to find them resting on the top rack.  I quietly snuck outside and slipped them over his windshield wipers.  It was so hard to come inside and act like nothing had happened!  I'm not good at keeping a straight face.  This morning when he went outside to take Coocoo to school, I'm sure he saw them.  I hope he didn't!  I'd love for him to drive up to work with them still on his windshield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where those shoes will show up next, but I love the excitement of wondering.  It reminds me of US before we had kids and when all our energy went into each other.  I wonder how long we can keep this going before one of us gets caught?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8324913526215457816?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8324913526215457816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8324913526215457816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8324913526215457816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8324913526215457816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-are-they-now.html' title='Where are they now?'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-59534363776065183</id><published>2008-08-22T16:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:23:56.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Master Bathroom Remodel</title><content type='html'>We're done! It took 10 weekends to do, but some weekends were much easier than others. I'm so glad we did it, and I'm SO glad we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237438699965189186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SK8ev5xPDEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aw1pGr8d1PY/s320/master+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SK8dw8l8bYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YkmDguz1jf8/s1600-h/master+bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237437618391379330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SK8dw8l8bYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YkmDguz1jf8/s320/master+bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is AFTER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237439541196734770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SK8fg3mdwTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bhO9_1oqqNg/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237440054714567346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SK8f-wmqCrI/AAAAAAAAALE/mDhZueO7UaQ/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237439346118620514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SK8fVg4N9WI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VL1LUcXBnN4/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-59534363776065183?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/59534363776065183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=59534363776065183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/59534363776065183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/59534363776065183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/master-bathroom-remodel.html' title='Master Bathroom Remodel'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SK8ev5xPDEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aw1pGr8d1PY/s72-c/master+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4430425252653752944</id><published>2008-08-20T04:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:31:36.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Little Bastards Got Me</title><content type='html'>I'm up at 4AM because I can't stop itching! The other night, I got around 29 mosquito bites on my legs (yes, I counted), and they are driving me CRAZY. I'll never go outside at dusk again. Tiki has a cold and can't sleep well, so we are a sad pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to post much because we finally started putting Tiki to sleep in a crib. Since we only have three bedrooms on the main level, his crib is in our office, so I wake him up when I come in here making noise. Right now, he's in my bed where I should be if I could stop the damn itching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4430425252653752944?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4430425252653752944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4430425252653752944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4430425252653752944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4430425252653752944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-bastards-got-me.html' title='Little Bastards Got Me'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-9124720464587238009</id><published>2008-08-11T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:39:26.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin in the Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SKB4zV7afsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZxMl0jEyQhA/s1600-h/cool+langlo+boys+8-9-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SKB4zV7afsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZxMl0jEyQhA/s320/cool+langlo+boys+8-9-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233315590459522754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the weekend doing the finishing touches on the bathroom project, but we did get a chance to finally take the hard top off my husband's Jeep. We crammed the carseats in the back, and I was very impressed that all three of them fit. The picture that resulted is probably my favorite picture ever of the boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-9124720464587238009?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9124720464587238009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=9124720464587238009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/9124720464587238009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/9124720464587238009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/hangin-in-ride.html' title='Hangin in the Ride'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SKB4zV7afsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZxMl0jEyQhA/s72-c/cool+langlo+boys+8-9-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2679133324893094662</id><published>2008-08-08T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:31:33.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Coocoo Started Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SJyBNHQ9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9RXQgod2LnI/s1600-h/Spencer%27s+1st+day+8-6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SJyBNHQ9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9RXQgod2LnI/s320/Spencer%27s+1st+day+8-6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198929386128290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe our little Coocoo started kindergarten this week. He did really well, and the teacher said he was very sweet and a little bit shy. When he &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; decided to talk about it, he said, "momma, can you believe it was my first day of kindergarten and I already made a new best friend?" That made me &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; happy! Booboo really missed him and cried when we had to walk out the first morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed emotions about it. It nice to have a quiet house in the mornings. On the other hand, I miss him. Booboo misses him. When he gets home, they run downstairs and play until dinner time. They really bonded over the summer, which was my number one goal this year. On the first morning, he kissed me and dad and the baby, but Booboo's the only one he looked up from his drawing for and really hugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Booboo asks for his school everyday. He'll go to a church program for 3 mornings a week this year, but it doesn't start for another month. I think he'd be just fine if I left him at the big school every day with his brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2679133324893094662?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2679133324893094662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2679133324893094662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2679133324893094662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2679133324893094662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/coocoo-started-kindergarten.html' title='Coocoo Started Kindergarten'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SJyBNHQ9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9RXQgod2LnI/s72-c/Spencer%27s+1st+day+8-6-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-792198021497210531</id><published>2008-08-03T07:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:34:54.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>I couldn't do it.</title><content type='html'>I had a talk with Coocoo yesterday and told him I would offer him a choice. He could either miss the party or loose his computer for 3 days. I told him he would loose the chance to choose if he got into trouble one time. He choose the computer, so we all got to go to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad! I felt too much guilt over the whole thing. It was a wonderful party, the good old-fashioned backyard barbecue. They played games (like sack races) and rented a big bouncy thing. It was steaming hot, though, so Tiki was a little fussy. I know I put myself into a bad position, but I decided the whole family shouldn't suffer for it. Or should I have held firm and made him miss the party? Maybe. This parenting thing is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-792198021497210531?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/792198021497210531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=792198021497210531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/792198021497210531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/792198021497210531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-couldnt-do-it.html' title='I couldn&apos;t do it.'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-3356561233183509394</id><published>2008-08-02T13:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:48:49.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Mama's Remorse</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck in that awful corner we parents get into when we make a threat we don't want to follow through with.  We had two birthday parties scheduled for today.  This morning was a swim party, and tonight is an awesome super-hero dress-up BBQ.  We went to the swim party, and everyone had a great time.  The kids were well behaved.  The difficulty always comes when it's time to leave.  I got the baby and 2 1/2 year old ready, and I spotted the 5 year old heading towards the pool.  Following him, I said, "don't get back in the pool, it's time to go."  He got faster.  I repeated myself.  He started down the steps.  Then I heard myself say, "if you get back in the pool, you can't go to Tobey's party tonight."  Dammit!  Of course, he went right on in and continued to pretend not to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the other side, and I said,  "Coocoo, do you hear what I'm saying?  I will not warn you; if you don't come with us, you aren't going to the next party."  Well, that was a warning, but I was trying to save face.  I know many of the parents were listening, and most of them will be at the party tonight waiting to see if Coocoo gets to come.  He ignored me again.  I said goodbye as we were walking out, and he did get out and run to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sure he heard me, I asked him what I had said and to describe the situation.  He recalled it with complete accuracy, ending with, "and I went back in the pool anyway."  Yeah, he heard me.  I have no "out."  I can't let him go tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kids don't know about consequences is that it really does hurt the parent as much as it hurts them.   I will dread all day long the look on his face when he watches his dad and brother go to the party.  I'm sick about it, and I want to throw up.  Why did I have to reach so deep?  Why couldn't I have said he'd spend an hour in his room or loose his computer for a week?  Or just not made a threat at all while on my toes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new book I'm reading, Have a New Kid By Friday, says not to warn or threaten.  It says to make your request calmly, walk away, and allow the child to make his own consequences.  If I had done that, I would have had more time to come up with a consequence.  Then again, if it doesn't hurt, what's the point?  I have to establish respect and obedience now if I ever wish to make it a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the horrible image of me running after him, out of control, spouting off threats with him ignoring me.  I think we both lost this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-3356561233183509394?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3356561233183509394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=3356561233183509394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3356561233183509394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/3356561233183509394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamas-remorse.html' title='Mama&apos;s Remorse'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1441863843220053279</id><published>2008-07-27T09:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:50:07.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SIx8XKKNyGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PKILW3eLadQ/s1600-h/pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227690004776339554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SIx8XKKNyGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PKILW3eLadQ/s320/pancakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blueberries and Blackberries from our backyard: free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cost of flour, sugar, eggs, etc: minimal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Old Fashioned Family Breakfast: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227690420703244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SIx8vXm6r-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v_McmjsE4HI/s320/empty+plates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRICELESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1441863843220053279?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1441863843220053279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1441863843220053279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1441863843220053279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1441863843220053279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SIx8XKKNyGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PKILW3eLadQ/s72-c/pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7927528756414607835</id><published>2008-07-26T13:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:32:23.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm never in pictures, so this is me and the boys when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BooBoo was a baby, 2 1/2 years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SItoNHbulgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qAqJCpUPVog/s1600-h/mom+&amp;amp;+boys+1-31-06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227386367036528130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SItoNHbulgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qAqJCpUPVog/s320/mom+%26+boys+1-31-06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SItl6Cy4PDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HFWlK9fTtXk/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227383840350682162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SItl6Cy4PDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HFWlK9fTtXk/s320/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had long hair almost all my life. I've cut it to shoulder length a couple of times, but that's as adventurous as I got. I've also highlighted my hair most my life. A couple of months ago, I had my hair dyed to my natural color. At least, what we think is close to my natural color. Yesterday, I had it cut about 11 inches so I could donate to &lt;a href="http://locksoflove.org/"&gt;locks of love&lt;/a&gt;. You have to cut off 10 inches to donate, then they have to cut a little more to trim it up. I've wanted to donate for years, but it took me a long time to get the nerve to do it.   I told my hairdresser that I want to live my 30's differently than I lived my 20's.  I've gotta say, I feel sassy with the new style.  In fact, I think it's the first time I've actually had a style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so hesitant when I sat down in that chair.  About 10 minutes in, when I was talking to the hairdresser, Guy called and said "Cut it off."  I thought it was so sweet that he took time out from seeing patients to think about me.  I think I drove him crazy the night before trying to decide if I wanted to do it or not.  He really likes it, but the kids were shocked.  The older boys wouldn't even look at me for awhile, and the baby smiled and looked all around my head.  Coocoo said he's moving to a different house until my hair grows back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy with it now.  I guess we'll see if I change my mind when they baby gets old enough to stop pulling it all the time.  For now, I think I did the right thing.  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7927528756414607835?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7927528756414607835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7927528756414607835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7927528756414607835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7927528756414607835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/locks-of-love.html' title='Locks of Love'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SItoNHbulgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qAqJCpUPVog/s72-c/mom+%26+boys+1-31-06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-753663916929858309</id><published>2008-07-21T20:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:14:14.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>backsplash talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SIUk7lYQtnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FNUBusD0vf4/s1600-h/backspash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225623548698080882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SIUk7lYQtnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FNUBusD0vf4/s320/backspash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my first tile job. It is the backsplash in our kitchen. It was not too hard. There weren't many cuts, and we did all our cuts with a nipper. Now, I really see the advantage of having (or renting) a real tile saw. For some reason, we favor those little 2x2 tiles on the grids, and I think they require a little more work.  Just more surface to grout and set tile.  In this case, we used slate.  While it's easier to set because you don't have to get them at exactly the same height, they were really hard to grout because they had crevices EVERYWHERE!  I had to constantly wash and scrub them to get the grout off the tile.  Still, I think a backsplash is a great place to learn to tile.  If you decide to do it, I want to see pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-753663916929858309?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/753663916929858309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=753663916929858309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/753663916929858309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/753663916929858309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/backsplash-talk.html' title='backsplash talk'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SIUk7lYQtnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FNUBusD0vf4/s72-c/backspash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-186573393734017985</id><published>2008-07-19T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:43:50.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Okay, we just finished laying the tile in the shower and tub.  I think we're in week 6 of this project, but we're only able to get any work done on the weekends.  It looks good.  I don't know if I'll start grouting tonight or tomorrow, but I can't wait to have that done.  I'm so anxious to get this finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other news, we haven't heard anything from the couple who looked at our house last week.  I'm trying not to think about it.  What a bad time to be trying to sell a house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-186573393734017985?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/186573393734017985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=186573393734017985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/186573393734017985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/186573393734017985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4386898728612996740</id><published>2008-07-17T14:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:42:08.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts Today...</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful picture day. Here are the better ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-NORbMObI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VnnIJSyIBGI/s1600-h/Nate+7-17-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049369108199858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-NORbMObI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VnnIJSyIBGI/s320/Nate+7-17-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-Oqyv6WwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1UalPFssEbU/s1600-h/Nate+feeding+geese+(cropped)+7-17-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224050958601444098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-Oqyv6WwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1UalPFssEbU/s320/Nate+feeding+geese+(cropped)+7-17-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our beautiful, ever-sweet Booboo. His smile lights up the room, and we expect him to be on Broadway one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-NmLzPTyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cgSBlYHvmMw/s1600-h/Spencer+7-17-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049779915312930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-NmLzPTyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cgSBlYHvmMw/s320/Spencer+7-17-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-O7hBQ4gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IfRcSGhdgng/s1600-h/Spencer+feeding+geece+(cropped)+7-17-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051245900161538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-O7hBQ4gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IfRcSGhdgng/s320/Spencer+feeding+geece+(cropped)+7-17-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are of our gorgeous Coocoo. He is emotional, intense, and ridiculously smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-PjiNOs5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0YfW0RWTXWU/s1600-h/Nani+&amp;amp;+Gray+7-17-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051933413553042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-PjiNOs5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/0YfW0RWTXWU/s320/Nani+%26+Gray+7-17-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom with Tiki. So far, at four months, he may be the most friendly baby of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for these blessings. I pray they will be healthy, happy adults who find love and fulfillment. I pray for guidance in my choices while raising them, and I hope they have sweet memories of these precious, fleeting days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4386898728612996740?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4386898728612996740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4386898728612996740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4386898728612996740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4386898728612996740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-thoughts-today.html' title='My Thoughts Today...'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SH-NORbMObI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VnnIJSyIBGI/s72-c/Nate+7-17-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7366435754109800328</id><published>2008-07-14T09:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:59:24.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>work, work, work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHtZz561TlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8YUIiZNfaiY/s1600-h/shower+%26+tub+7-13-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHtZz561TlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8YUIiZNfaiY/s320/shower+%26+tub+7-13-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222866941122006610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got in bed just before 1:00 this morning! We haven't pulled a night like that in years. We managed to get the two big shower walls done. The glass guy came today to measure for the doors, so it was important to get as much done as we could. What took the longest was the tile in and around the shelf. Here's how it turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHtaWhIOv-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/HYEfHCgFc6s/s1600-h/shower+shelf+7-13-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHtaWhIOv-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/HYEfHCgFc6s/s320/shower+shelf+7-13-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222867535762735074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the part I'm the most proud of. Whew, we still have so much to do. It is a great distraction from the housing market, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7366435754109800328?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7366435754109800328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7366435754109800328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7366435754109800328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7366435754109800328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-work-work.html' title='work, work, work'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHtZz561TlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8YUIiZNfaiY/s72-c/shower+%26+tub+7-13-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4108496622886512554</id><published>2008-07-13T07:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:30:50.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my fingers crossed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHnnClcuPJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BXtvfRqS6J4/s1600-h/Silas+flowers+7-12-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHnnClcuPJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BXtvfRqS6J4/s320/Silas+flowers+7-12-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222459274511137938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the showing yesterday went very well. We worked our butts off all day to get this place back in shape. Our bathroom work had created a mess that seemed to creep all over the house. I barely had time to run outside and cut some flowers to stash around, but I'm so glad they did. Aren't the hydrangeas beautiful? That bush is very sentimental to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent called last night and had already heard from the buyer's agent. The agent herself thought it was so beautiful and said it's the one she would buy if she were looking. That's good, I think. But it's a stretch for the buyers and they were going home to review their budget. It is between mine and two others. One is the same price but smaller. The other is $75,000 less and also smaller. They have three kids, so they loved the space of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm excited and even a little hopeful. But I've been in this situation so many times that I don't expect to hear back from them. Thank goodness I have the bathroom to obsess over. Oh, they did say that they love what we've done there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4108496622886512554?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4108496622886512554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4108496622886512554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4108496622886512554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4108496622886512554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/keeping-my-fingers-crossed.html' title='Keeping my fingers crossed...'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHnnClcuPJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BXtvfRqS6J4/s72-c/Silas+flowers+7-12-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7210599511624958638</id><published>2008-07-11T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:41:35.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>I won't be tiling tomorrow because</title><content type='html'>WE HAVE A SHOWING!  It's the first showing in over two months.  Because it's been so long, I've really neglected some cleaning.  So tomorrow will be all about getting this place back in shape.  It'll put me a day behind on the tiling schedule, but who cares!  Oh please let this be the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the unfinished tile job in the bathroom will be a big turnoff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7210599511624958638?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7210599511624958638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7210599511624958638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7210599511624958638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7210599511624958638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wont-be-tiling-tomorrow-because.html' title='I won&apos;t be tiling tomorrow because'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-358300719748654048</id><published>2008-07-11T12:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:51:54.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>A few more tips I've learned</title><content type='html'>We finished tiling the bathtub last night. It went so smoothly and easily after getting that kick ass saw. These two other things I learned from the first day helped too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are using the tiles that are joined by a mesh to make a 12 x 12 tile. There is paper stuck to the back. Last time, I didn't try to tear off the paper until after I had spread the thin set. It ended up that often the paper doesn't come off easily, and I was racing the clock to get all the paper off before my thin set dried. It became so frustrating, especially combined with not having the proper saw. Last night, we removed the paper before we began setting the tile. Also, we trimmed off the extra mesh with scissors, which just helped to keep down the mess and lay the tile more quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just my little tidbit for the day. More to come on tiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-358300719748654048?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/358300719748654048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=358300719748654048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/358300719748654048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/358300719748654048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-more-tips-ive-learned.html' title='A few more tips I&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-9177885383359211708</id><published>2008-07-09T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:15:57.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we have a shelf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHVUiQ--g9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/vEe_H5FDcE0/s1600-h/progress+7-6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHVUiQ--g9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/vEe_H5FDcE0/s320/progress+7-6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221172290657354706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy with our shelf! Guy lined my shower stuff up and cut the shelf to hold it all. Well, at least that's the plan. We still have a little hardibacker to install over the new shelf, but this is what the progress looked like as of Sunday night. The tile around the bathtub is done except a few finishing cuts. We haven't grouted yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new #1 advice for anyone wanting to tile... GET A WET TILE SAW! Like idiots, we used nippers and the manual snapper thing all day. My husband was bleeding and the room was a mess! Finally, I asked my dad to bring over his wet tile saw. The few tiles we had left to cut were a breeze! What a difference. I don't have one yet, but I think I will buy a file too, if they have such a thing. I'm thinking a round one would work to smooth out the cuts we need to make around the window frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-9177885383359211708?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9177885383359211708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=9177885383359211708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/9177885383359211708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/9177885383359211708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-shelf.html' title='we have a shelf!'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHVUiQ--g9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/vEe_H5FDcE0/s72-c/progress+7-6-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8595895870290008049</id><published>2008-07-06T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T09:08:22.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Add this to the "Lessons Learned"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHDCzVeoDNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/g4Cp7vfBNnA/s1600-h/shower,+no+shelf+7-6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHDCzVeoDNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/g4Cp7vfBNnA/s320/shower,+no+shelf+7-6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219886155317120210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two long days, Guy got the prep work done for our shower. We were looking at the finished hardibacker when it hit us (well, Guy anyway) that we had forgotten to build in the inset shelf! We had talked about it, but we both forgot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no choice but to cut one out and frame the shelf in. Ugggh. Hopefully I'll still get to tile today. Once the week begins, we just don't have much time to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8595895870290008049?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8595895870290008049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8595895870290008049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8595895870290008049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8595895870290008049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/add-this-to-lessons-learned.html' title='Add this to the &quot;Lessons Learned&quot;'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SHDCzVeoDNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/g4Cp7vfBNnA/s72-c/shower,+no+shelf+7-6-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-1551928174686142723</id><published>2008-07-04T21:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:17:35.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>learning the hard way</title><content type='html'>So far, I have learned these things about tiling shower walls:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Plan ahead and order your tile early to prevent driving around to FOUR Home &lt;br /&gt;      Depots to get all the tile you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Allow more time than you think you'll need for prep work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Don't forget to measure ALL the walls, even the half walls, unless you want &lt;br /&gt;      to drive 47 miles back to the only Home Depot remaining that still has &lt;br /&gt;      some of your tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Try to do all this on a day when your four month old is not teething and&lt;br /&gt;      refusing to nap and crying when anyone but his mom holds him.  (poor baby)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-1551928174686142723?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1551928174686142723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=1551928174686142723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1551928174686142723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/1551928174686142723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-hard-way.html' title='learning the hard way'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7519551887671931048</id><published>2008-07-02T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:17:06.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>house anxiety</title><content type='html'>I would love to say this bathroom remodel is going smoothly, but it isn't.  Of course.  The cabinets look great; the panel in front of the tub looks great.  The mirror...  Not so great.  We had it removed and cut down a little.  In the meantime, Guy spent two nights building a frame for it.  They came to install it this morning, and our frame isn't as thick as the mirror.  That think is thick!  So, it wasn't proper support.  They had to install it on a "J ledge," which sticks up out of our pretty frame.  I'm hoping Guy will come up with an easy fix for it tonight when he sees it.  Mostly because I want him spending time with me and the kids at night and not with his tools.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm mostly just nervous about this weekend's project.  We are planning on using the 3 day weekend to tile our shower and around the tub.  I'm very excited and nervous to get that going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also keeping me on edge is the fact that we haven't shown our house in TWO months.  I'm having a hard time keeping my spirits up.  Three other houses in the neighborhood recently got contracts.  What's wrong with ours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7519551887671931048?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7519551887671931048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7519551887671931048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7519551887671931048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7519551887671931048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-anxiety.html' title='house anxiety'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-9046678920756816183</id><published>2008-06-27T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:27:27.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be funny someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGVZkadrXoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c7anIwXPqXE/s1600-h/this+will+be+funny+someday+6-26-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGVZkadrXoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c7anIwXPqXE/s320/this+will+be+funny+someday+6-26-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216674225492549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband installed the faucets on the new sinks today and hooked up the plumbing. We reused the old faucets, so he had to put them back together. He knows just enough about plumbing to be dangerous, I guess. He was having trouble with one of the faucets dripping, so he took off the handle to tighten something. Not thinking to turn the water off, he created pressure and the little piece (not sure about the technical names) shot off, hit and broke the light bulb and sprayed water and glass everywhere! I made him smile for the picture promising that we would look back on it and laugh. &lt;br /&gt;The good news is that we seem to have gotten all the glass cleaned up, and the faucet worked perfectly once he got it put back together. I wonder if he's laughing yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-9046678920756816183?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9046678920756816183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=9046678920756816183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/9046678920756816183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/9046678920756816183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-will-be-funny-someday.html' title='This will be funny someday'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGVZkadrXoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c7anIwXPqXE/s72-c/this+will+be+funny+someday+6-26-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-163926645721725087</id><published>2008-06-25T20:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:25:15.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Doing a granite dance</title><content type='html'>Our granite counter tops were installed today, and they look soooo good. It makes a huge difference. Here's what the bathroom looks like at this point in the remodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGLg8lThy4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CrfcDx8P-5o/s1600-h/new+counter+%26+sinks++6-25-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGLg8lThy4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CrfcDx8P-5o/s320/new+counter+%26+sinks++6-25-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215978649859246978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a pretty long way to go, and I can easily get overwhelmed if I think about it all. In the meantime, three houses in my neighborhood have become under contract. I'm glad to have them off the market, but I am sad that it wasn't mine. That's the whole reason I'm doing the bathroom remodel. I want to make this place irresistible! There are so many beautiful houses in this neighborhood to choose from, and people are selling cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-163926645721725087?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/163926645721725087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=163926645721725087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/163926645721725087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/163926645721725087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/doing-granite-dance.html' title='Doing a granite dance'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGLg8lThy4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CrfcDx8P-5o/s72-c/new+counter+%26+sinks++6-25-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-4707725911517046424</id><published>2008-06-24T15:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:50:37.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>a great idea</title><content type='html'>I just read a &lt;a href="http://green.yahoo.com/blog/forecastearth/49/you-don-t-still-use-a-screen-saver-do-you.html"&gt;very interesting article &lt;/a&gt;about screen savers.  I'm one of the people who has a floating photo slide show of my children for a screen saver.  I've struggled with the idea of turning my computer off when I'm not using it, but I've never considered just turning off the monitor.  I used to be good about turning off my computer at night, but I've gotten very lazy about that.  So, here's to putting in a little more effort when it comes to the energy my computer uses.  Every little thing makes a difference, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-4707725911517046424?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4707725911517046424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=4707725911517046424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4707725911517046424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/4707725911517046424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-idea.html' title='a great idea'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6866635455694721260</id><published>2008-06-24T09:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:31:22.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>So many milestones have been happening around here this week.  Maybe that's why everyone is kind of out of sorts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Tiki got his first two teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGD0rFRGd3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Rv5WefooGfQ/s1600-h/gray%27s+first+teeth+6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGD0rFRGd3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Rv5WefooGfQ/s200/gray%27s+first+teeth+6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215437389480490866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really.  But I do think he's teething.  Coocoo got his first tooth at 20 weeks, and Booboo got his at 3 months exactly.  Tiki is 16 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booboo has slept through the night for 3 nights (not exactly consecutively, but only one night in the crib) in his big boy bed.  Right now, it's just a mattress in the floor.  In the picture, you can see his crib beside him.  First potty training and now this?  My sweet baby is becoming a little boy fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGD23rQzmQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Mwukk0BzO-Q/s1600-h/big+boy+bed+6-22-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGD23rQzmQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Mwukk0BzO-Q/s320/big+boy+bed+6-22-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215439804861487362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No milestones for Coocoo, but we are trying a new book on him.  Have a New Kid by Friday by Kevin Leman.  So far I love the book.  He's responding to it too.  Except when I have shameful relapses like yesterday.  I'll try to do a full book review once I finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6866635455694721260?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6866635455694721260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6866635455694721260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6866635455694721260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6866635455694721260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGD0rFRGd3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Rv5WefooGfQ/s72-c/gray%27s+first+teeth+6-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6684952052245866717</id><published>2008-06-23T17:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:52:07.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGAakAOqpYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KM7mYmEH7eo/s1600-h/2006_november.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGAakAOqpYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KM7mYmEH7eo/s200/2006_november.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215197574334162306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one of those long, dull days in which I go through the moves with a glaze over my eyes. Mondays are my busy days anyway. 8:45am Aerobics. 10am Coocoo's speech lesson. 11:20am massage one of my weekly clients. I usually get a break when the two youngest take their afternoon nap, but Booboo decided he wouldn't be having a nap today. He played in there an hour, so I guess I did sort of get the break. Although the baby was up during that time. He hasn't had a great nap all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the 2 1/2 year old didn't get his nap, he's been extra squeal-y. Is that a word? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I get like this. Coocoo challenged me just now by getting into one of my drawers that he knows he isn't allowed to get into. I opened my mouth to say I would spank him (I don't feel good about saying that), but instead I said I would smack him. Yes, I actually said that. I heard it come out, and I cringed. I'm gonna have to apologize. But instead I'm blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was a baby, he has constantly challenged me. Sometimes I'm up for it. I'm rested and in a good frame of mind and I handle it perfectly. Other times, if I'm tired or low, I react rather than respond. That's when I feel like shit about my mothering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my husband just came home. I told him I was blogging about my bad day. He said, "every day is good that you're married to me." He was joking, but he was right. And just like that, I'm starting to feel better. I love that man. Well, that and I love the Pinot Noir I'm drinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6684952052245866717?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6684952052245866717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6684952052245866717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6684952052245866717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6684952052245866717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SGAakAOqpYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KM7mYmEH7eo/s72-c/2006_november.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-2701403846656389676</id><published>2008-06-18T12:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:55:35.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>New Project</title><content type='html'>Since the housing market is going nowhere, we've decided to start another project. And just like every simple project, it is ballooning on us. I feel like it will make our house much more desirable, though, so it's worth it. Our master bath was all white and pretty standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFk8OR_KEyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uhs7vlOZ2pI/s1600-h/master+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFk8OR_KEyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uhs7vlOZ2pI/s320/master+bath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213264259702199074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've painted the cabinets a very dark brown. Think Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFk8mNpGL3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/P8vwJgKKhus/s1600-h/new+cabinets+6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFk8mNpGL3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/P8vwJgKKhus/s320/new+cabinets+6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213264670852788082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having granite installed next Wed. That's where the price got a little out of hand. It went from something around $56 a square foot to a number I don't want to think about. Anyway, here's the sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFk9JWP7HfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mjIcnsRUWQg/s1600-h/granite+sample+6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFk9JWP7HfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mjIcnsRUWQg/s200/granite+sample+6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265274458545650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I realized today that I will have to have the mirror removed to accommodate for the granite back splash. So we are having that done this week. They will cut the mirror down to two smaller rectangles on site, so we are avoiding putting any materials in the dump. Yay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a strip of granite cut for the area between the tub and shower, and my ambition is to tile the shower and we'll install that granite strip ourselves. That means we have to remove the enclosure. And that means, the enclosure probably will not fit back in. We've decided to think about that later. Oh yeah, since we are taking the mirror down, I'm pretty sure I'll have to paint the whole room. Unfortunately, the room has about 15 foot ceilings! hehe. See what I mean about a simple project becoming not-so-simple? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I hope we're left with a kick ass bathroom and the next buyer through just &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to buy our house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-2701403846656389676?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2701403846656389676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=2701403846656389676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2701403846656389676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/2701403846656389676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-project.html' title='New Project'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFk8OR_KEyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uhs7vlOZ2pI/s72-c/master+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-947741974419944741</id><published>2008-06-14T14:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:25:28.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>To Pee on the House is Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFQMh9XT4aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X4xplnliAk0/s1600-h/5-2-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFQMh9XT4aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X4xplnliAk0/s320/5-2-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211804446322057634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BooBoo's potty training is going smoothly, finally.  Once we got through the first week, he decided he couldn't convince me to give up again.  Today, he went to the bathroom by himself, and we heard him say, "I pee-pee on da house."  CooCoo and I couldn't understand what he meant, so I went to check on him.  He was standing in a small puddle of pee in front of the toilet.  He said, "I pee-pee on da house, mama."  His brother asked, "Is that good or bad?" to which he responded, "bad."  I love looking at things from their perspective sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-947741974419944741?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/947741974419944741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=947741974419944741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/947741974419944741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/947741974419944741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-pee-on-house-is-bad.html' title='To Pee on the House is Bad'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SFQMh9XT4aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X4xplnliAk0/s72-c/5-2-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7035627364294201311</id><published>2008-06-13T18:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:25:12.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>Ever go through something really bad and can't find the emotional energy to talk about it?  Even if you could find the words, what if you aren't allowed to tell anyone?  That's where I've been this week.  So, I'm listening to a CD of songs I made for my dad last year.  All country, so it's "crying, loving and leaving." &lt;br /&gt;Here's my playlist tonight as I drink my second glass of wine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVYuj_Cjy3M"&gt;Diggin up Bones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiwcOaaRo1Y"&gt;Islands in the Stream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn481KcjvMo"&gt;The Gambler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuZO1iT4kD0"&gt;I will always love you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7035627364294201311?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7035627364294201311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7035627364294201311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7035627364294201311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7035627364294201311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-6787803787230840711</id><published>2008-06-08T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:38:45.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Zoo in Hotlanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SEwyltEDCCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eawN1a2E6T8/s1600-h/nest+of+chicks+6-6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SEwyltEDCCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eawN1a2E6T8/s320/nest+of+chicks+6-6-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209594492293941282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my best girlfriends and I took out 7 combined kids to the zoo Friday. The main impression I left with was that it was freakin hot! 96 when I got back in my car. It was fun, though. The two toddler gorillas were so adorable! I think they were every one's favorite. The panda was in a playful mood, and the kids got to see her close up. She was in a glass enclosure, and they were all pressed against the glass to see her. She was walking around, and she walked straight up to my 2 1/2 year old face to face. I think he thought she was going to eat him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my husband and the two older boys went to dinner and a movie. They went to see Kung Fu Panda, so it was timely that they just had the panda experience. My girlfriends and I (and the baby) went to see Sex and the City. I can't say it was better than the series, but it made me miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, Tiki just woke up from his nap, so I will post about our current project another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-6787803787230840711?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6787803787230840711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=6787803787230840711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6787803787230840711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/6787803787230840711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/zoo-in-hotlanta.html' title='Zoo in Hotlanta'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yI_Ak2ySHQs/SEwyltEDCCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eawN1a2E6T8/s72-c/nest+of+chicks+6-6-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-8045419605304284379</id><published>2008-06-05T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:23:27.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I saw that Obama won the Democratic nod, and I'm happy for him.  Even though I know little about politics, I've read many times that he is a good choice.  I can't say that I have any devotion to a party; I tend to vote according to the person's views and history.  I live in the south, where I was born, and most everyone I know is Republican.  That's why I was so shocked when my dad said yesterday that he felt Obama is the best choice of the people running.  It made me want to learn more about him.  Still, I don't think I paid attention to the history being made until I saw &lt;a href="http://mom-101.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-are-moments-that-one-day-your.html#links"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel so emotional and hopeful.  Hopeful for change, yes, but also so proud for our country.  It hadn't occured to me that my children will read about this in their history books.  I need to save the paper and put it in my most recent baby book.  The last time I did that was the morning after 9/11. How I pray that this man will figure out how to correct all the wrong decisions made in the time that span between the two events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-8045419605304284379?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8045419605304284379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=8045419605304284379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8045419605304284379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/8045419605304284379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073161938934346029.post-7078283665155960463</id><published>2008-05-27T14:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:53:06.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>"Just Pee it"</title><content type='html'>BooBoo (2.5) has a new favorite song, Beat It, by his new favorite artist, Michael Jackson. It is really cute, actually. I'll try to get a video of him singing it. We started serious potty training Wed. The first three days were hell because he expected me to give in like I had on all the previous attempts. But this time I didn't!! I stuck with it through all the poop in my bathtub and pee on my chairs. By Friday, we were making some progress, and today is going very well so far. The funny story is from dinner a few nights ago. My husband likes to take songs they like and put different words to them. So our dinner entertainment was "Just Pee it." It was so funny, my 5 year old took it and ran, and now I've had that song in my head for 2 days! Unfortunately, I can't talk him into singing it for the camera. Hopefully it's one of those things we can remember to tease him with one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Memorial Day, we went back to Six Flags. We had so much fun! The boys all handle the long, hot days very well, and everybody gets a great night's sleep!  I can't believe the rides CooCoo (5) is willing to ride.  Even when he's scared, he won't admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073161938934346029-7078283665155960463?l=justmakingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7078283665155960463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073161938934346029&amp;postID=7078283665155960463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7078283665155960463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073161938934346029/posts/default/7078283665155960463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmakingmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-pee-it.html' title='&quot;Just Pee it&quot;'/><author><name>Johnna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022192710612771037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
